Mainstreet by Lucie

I just wanted to make a set but I really do not have time.
 
I need to wash up, get dressed, fix my hair. I hope I am not late!
 

 
Created in the Polyvore iPhone app. http://www.polyvore.com/iPhone

The 14th is right around the corner. What are your plans?
 
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This is the first set I created in the Polyvore app on my iPad! Pretty good if I do say so myself.

I am not a huge Selena Gomez fan or anything, but I must say, her outfits at the MTV Europe Music Awards last year were AMAZING!

Decorate your paws with a roaring jaguar or create a dainty forest of bunnies and deer around your neck.
Either way, you are sure to look fierce!

My dream Christmas outfit would be total luxury.
I would wear this this to a fancy ballroom party with dancing and drinks,
and I would sparkle as a spun from one set of arms to the next.

Life continues. There is no cut of the scene where loose ends can just be dropped.
I look back and think of lines that would have been perfect. I dream of scenarios and create people in my head, wishing that it would happen for me.
Life is not a movie. You cannot learn life lessons or find your soul mate in 120 minutes or so.
 

I could have done things totally different yesterday.
 

In a romantic comedy, I would have come right back after driving away and asked for one more kiss.
Or, maybe if it were a indie comedic drama, I would have asked you if you would like to come along with me, when you asked me what my plans were, and you would have said yes, you would like that.
Possibly, in a really sappy movie, you would have fallen for me. So, after last night, there would be a shot of you distressed, heartbroken, throwing something and staring out the window, hoping I would drive up to your house.
Then, you would receive a text from me saying:
 
Remember that time
when you sat in my truck and I told you I wanted to end what we had together?
I lied.
 
And so, the movie would end with me running up the steps and you grabbing me and kissing me passionately on your front porch.
Cue the credits. They were happy together for the rest of their lives. Actually, they just stayed in that moment forever, or maybe they got coffee together. It does not really matter; it is the end of the movie.
Life is complete once you have found a mate who makes you feel real for the first time but you screw it up because of something else that has always been all you know, but you get the mate back be chasing after them and kissing them, according to a film.
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Movies teach us to live in the moment, because, in a movie, a moment is the only time that the characters have. That is not the case in real life. In real life you have to think about the future and the consequences. There is not that safety net where you know everything will work out by the end of the 2 hours. Life does not have that guarantee.

You are a bit like my Gerry. I have been used up. I have been ruined for all other men.
I am tired of gravitating toward you. My soul knows there is no chemistry between us, but my mind cannot shake you. You are all it has known.
You are the only thing I have allowed myself to know.
 
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I will talk about time in my next set. Right now, it is late, and I should go to bed.

Going to do some updating on the facebook and search a few colleges.
I just want to stay fresh.
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Today my brother left for college. He will be a Sophomore at VMI.
I described to him how I use the word "Legit." I think he got a kick out of it. I think he just appreciates our relationship, and I appreciate it, too. I love my brother.
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Below is my previous "About You" description I had on facebook. Feel free to read it, if you so desire.
 
You may call me Neub, I don't mind. I'm not entirely sure what goes here... is it one of those things where you're not cool if you trry to describe yourself in these little description boxes? Is there a limit on how much you can type here? Okay, lets test it. I will continue to type and if at some point a thought ends mid sentence we'll know we've met the limit. Did you know blueberries are good for your brain? They're supposed to stimulate memory or something like that; pepermint too. I think I'm going to teach myself piano. "Why not get lessons?" you may ask. Well, what if I become a world famous pianist? It would be much more impressive if I practiced everyday as a child yet still managed to keep up with grades and family, then to say i took lessons. Plus, lessons cost money. I'm very impressed you've read this far. Let's make up a secret phrase that you'll post on my wall if you've read this far, and only you and I will know what it means. How 'bout "the seventh to the left." Seriously though you can stop reading. I'm begining to think there is on limit. I'm getting bored and I'm the one writing. The pressure is now on my to write something cool or funny and if you've ever talked to me in person you know I am neither of those. I've probably had some spelling or grammer mistakes during this, so feel free to point them out to me. I'm not even entirely sure if you're supposed to put a comma where I did in the sentence before this one. I pick at my nails when I'm nervous. I thought about getting a myspace, because lots of artists post their music on their profiles. I chose not, though. I know no one uses myspace anymore. Using short sentences makes it easier to not make grammar mistakes. I like that. I heard Tumblr gives your computer viruses. Do you know if this is true? I like to take pictures but I don't have a camera. It takes almost two cents to produce a penny, but it takes almost ten cents to create a nickel. Wow, you must really have nothing better to do then to potenially learn a little about me. Am I supposed to use "then" or "than" in the sentence before? I think it is "than" actually. Grammar has become the main topic of this novel. New phrase since you've been quite the trooper. "It only comes in yellow." Everyone will think we're talking about clothes or something, but you and I will laugh because we know, we know. I plan to be famous one day so I'll be sure to give you a shout out. I've always hated the question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Maybe it's just because I've never had an answer. Okay, you're going to hate me because you've made it so far, but I give up. I can't keep typing. Conclusion: There is no limit. Put that on a t-shirt and you'll be my best friend.

I do not know what that means, but, hey.

What do I do with all these emotions I was taught not to have?
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Talking to you, Drew, put me at a bit of ease. You do not realize it, but you help to keep me grounded. You are a fucking idiot, but you help to remind me to just be a teenage.