So, now I have a blog.

Well, hello there internet. How are you? Have you burped and fed your computer? I hope so.

Hmm, so now I have a blog. I guess these things are meant for me to rant about my life, like the whole of the internet really cares what an art school attending teen fashion designer wannabe is doing with her miserable existence.

But wait - if you're reading this, that means you really DO want me to ramble on about who I am and what I do! Either that, or you're really bored and are abusing that StumbleUpon button. You really should give it a break, it's almost Christmas, for god's sakes. Buttons need sick days and vacation pay, too! Not to mention pension plans and health benefits..

Anyway, I am honestly not sure what I'm exactly supposed to ramble on about, so I'll just make a list. I like list, they're nice and orderly. I like orderly things, they make things seem simple and clean when my life is so complicated and haphazard. :/

Then, you know, I have to decide what the list is about. This should be a careful and delicate process, so many choices. The quaintest houses I've ever seen? The most extravagant show I've ever been to?

Aw, screw it, here's a list of celebrities I like and why I like em.

Number One: Brendon Urie. For those of you that actually know me, you realize that I live, breathe and practically eat Panic At The Disco, and I would literally die if Brendon Urie was to touch me, let alone talk to me or kiss me or give me a hug or..other things. Literally, how could you ignore those luscious, luscious lips, and his pretty, pretty hair. Plus, I was attracted to his voice in the beginning. I literally screamed "I WILL MARRY THAT MAN" when I first heard his voice on the radio. Like, you don't even realize how much I am in love with him. It cannot be put into words.
Actually..
Imagine over nine thousand Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber fans packed into a room, with their obsession level totally exploding the building. Yeah, times that by about, oh, infinity, and you have my obsession with Brendon Urie. Yeah. Gotta love that man.

Number Two: The Beatles. I'm just going to squish all four (five, if you count Pete Best, but I don't. Stupid bloke.) I love the Beatles. You go look at the chicks from I Wanna Hold Your Hand, and I swear if I was alive back then, I would be IN THAT MOVIE.

Number Three: Audrey Hepburn. Because she's just that classy.

Number Four: Patrick Stump, but pre-slimming and shaving of the sideburns. Those things were holy, man. Don't mess with the 'burns.

Number Five: Adam Lambert. I mean, you have to respect this kid. He's gotten all sorts of crap from the stunts he's pulled live, but he really doesn't seem to care, especially since they're only doing this because he's gay. More power to you, Glambert, live on, happy man!
As a sidenote, he seemed supernice when he was on the view, and I kind of really want him as a best friend. Like, really badly. Hey Adam, wanna visit me? We can do each other's nails, and you can teach me how the frick to use eyeliner because it confuses the HELL out of me.

...and that's all I can think of right now, plus I feel a bout of oncoming carpel tunnel, so I really should go run hot water over my wrists. I haven't written this much since early Movember.

...Yes, I call it Movember.

Don't judge me.

It really is Movember.

I also really want a Movember necklace.

Just saying.

Peace,
JBU. <3