Random survey that I've wanted to do since News Years but haven't had the time, stolen from a friend on Polyvore, but I don't think she'll mind, so here goes...

Who will be your style icon(s) for 2010?
Hmm... I honestly have no idea.

Any style changes?
More heels, skinny jeans, and leggings. Over-sized sweaters with belts.

Name your favorite place(s) to shop:
H&M, Forever 21 (when I feel like spending hours in one store), Urban Outfitters, Alloy, Delias, Buckle, vintage stores.

What's your favorite thing in your closet at the moment?
My nude patent Deena & Ozzy oxford wedges from Urban Outfitters. They came last week. I love them. They're my hot nerd shoes.

What are your New Years Resolutions?
Be nicer.

Celeb/Model Crushes?
Robert Downey Jr., Anton Yelchin, Chris Pine, Zach Quinto (who cares if he's gay? He's beautiful!).

Most wished for item?
A Chanel bag. Hahaha. I'm considering asking for one for my 18th birthday.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Jewelry designer. Heck yes. Start my own line, spend lots of time in a studio doing what I love... That sounds like heaven to me.

How old are you?
16 years young. I would love to have my license but, alas, driving scares me silly. So I've been avoiding it.

Any weird obsessions?
Sharpie highlighters. Ankle boots. Anything made of white tulle that's fluffy. Starbucks. Glee. "Romeo and Juliet" by Dire Straits. Boston. REO Speedwagon.

What did you do yesterday?
Got up. School. Rehearsal. Home. Sleep. Oh, and a panic attack at eleven at night. And we were on the news.

What are you doing today?
Just got home from rehearsal. It was Parent Preview night, the night before we open. It was, more or less, awful.

Describe your style:

I wear what I want when I feel like it...? I really hate people who only wear Abercrombie and Fitch, and then brag about how they've got such amazing style. Because they don't. What part of having someone force-feed you crappily made clothes is equivalent to style? None of it.

I wear jeans to school a lot, but that's because I have orchestra in the mornings, and trust me, it is soooooo hard to play cello in a skirt. Not to mention awkward. But I always wear a cute top. And pattern. I always throws some kind of pattern and exciting jewelry in.

I have three pairs on shoes that I wear on a regular basis: my black and white flats; my silver flats; and my black boots. But I own over twenty pairs.

I generally dress differently when I go out than when I got to school. Going out is when I wear skirts and heels and belts and whatnot.

Most overused texting phrase:
"Haha" or ":)" because I laugh and smile too much. People either think I'm fake-laughing (which I'm usually not), or flirting (when I'm not).

Favorite show:
Oh, goodness. CSI, NCIS: LA, CSI: Miami, Mercy, Make It or Break It, What Not To Wear, re-runs of Style Her Famous.

If you could look like anyone who would it be?
Rose Huntington-Whitley or Adriana Lima. Brunette, but gorgeous.

Last movie you watched?
Wow. It's been ages since I've had the time to watch a movie. Probably would have been Terminator: Salvation.

Any last words?
"Always look on the bright of life!" and "If there's not a happy ending, it ain't the end, sweetie."

PS-- This is the school show that I have currently devoted all of my life to. Check out the video, as we were featured on the local news: http://www.king5.com/video/featured-videos/Pamalot-81271037.html

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I have "Prince Charming Complex"-- PCC, for short.

I have a problem. A BIG problem. A problem of epic proportions. It's huge! Gargantuan! Humongous! Gigant-- yeah, you get the picture.

Over the past year and a half, I've have two boyfriends, two almost boyfriends, and several guys like me. Now, you might be wondering why on Earth none of these relationships worked out, right? I mean, how could a charming, sarcastic, cynical, enthusiastic, funny person like me be completely able to hold a lasting relationship with a guy?

I blame Disney.

No, really. I do.

I was the kid who watched all of the Disney classics and could quote the vast majority of them by the age of six. I believe Beauty and the Beast and The Lion King to be two of the best movies ever made. I really, honestly do. I mean, I still cry at the end of each one, even though I know what happens and I know it all ends happily.

But, from a very young age, I got it into my head that I had to have this perfect guy, this total Prince Charming, who was going to sweep me off my feet, and we'd be madly in love and get married and so would end that story.

I'm finding life isn't nearly that gracious, nor is it that simple.

Unfortunately, I have a habit of pointing out the flaws in others. Sometimes, it's a blessing; other times, well, it isn't.

For example, my first boyfriend, whom we shall "C-Bear" (because that's what I still occasionally call him), well, it was all very immature. We held hands in the hall, went to the school play together, called each other... But that was about it. We lasted a month, unless you choose to disregard the week that I started ignoring him. So three weeks, basically, if you wish to be technical. We just ran out of things to talk about. And, you know, I realized that I didn't really like him all that much.

And then there was this summer: his name was Alex. We met at Youth Group, through a mutual friend. I liked him from the get-go. It took him a bit longer. Try a month and a half. I was so fed up with his failure to ask me out earlier that I almost said no. But, okay, fine, he showed up at my house and asked me out on a date. He even asked my dad's permission. You'd think I would've fallen for him right then and there... Unfortunately, we don't go to the same school, we never talked, I started avoiding him, and BAM! The relationship was over before it began, really.

Let's not forget about the second latest "love of my life". He doesn't even deserve to be named. I'm not even sure how to begin. It went a little something like this: boy meets girl; boy has girlfriend; girl likes boy, regardless; boy breaks up with girlfriend; boy kisses girl; girl decides she's crazy about him; girl runs out of free time; girl realizes she doesn't really care for him as much as she thought she did. Ta-da. The relationship didn't even get a chance to start before I was bored of him.

And, finally, we really can't forget the most complicated almost-relationship I've ever had. His name is, well, I guess we'll call him "Kyle" (which, for the record, is not his actual age). I met him while I was dating "C-Bear". Haha. We literally met on Facebook. Granted, it's not as creepy as it sounds because he goes to my school, is in drama, and has first period in the same hall as I do. In short, we've both liked each other on and off for about a year. And, for the kicker, he's had a girlfriend for the past ten months. Oh, fabulous, right? For the better portion of about four months, we had a "thing" over text. Yeah. I know. Ridiculous. And pathetic. But we both needed attention. It just happened. And then, about a week ago, he called it quits, but we're still friends. Yet, a week later, his girlfriend somehow finds out and she's my friend, so I've got to go about apologizing profusely, because I was selfish and yada-yada-yada. She forgives me. Not sure how that happened. And as much as I liked him, I'm really glad I didn't break them up. Because she really cares about him. And he and I would have too many issues, anyhow.

Those are really all the major relationships I've had in my sixteen years of life. Quite a short list, I know.

But, looking back, I realized that each time, I expected the guy to be something he wasn't. And you know what that was? I expected him to be a Prince Charming.

This is reality.

There's not going to be any guy to sweep me off my feet, shower me with kisses and affection, call me when I'm sad, hug me when I'm angry, laugh at my stupid jokes, not get offended by some offhanded sarcastic remark I make under my breath...

I'm probably never going to find myself a decent guy who isn't a total creepy perv who just likes me for my chest, but for my personality.

And I'll be forever blind to the great guy in front of me because I'm too busy drooling over the latest Hollywood heartthrob.

But my inner six-year-old says otherwise. She believes that I will find the perfect guy someday. And, being a hopeless romantic, I have no choice but to believe her.

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First post of 2010--and I'm giving you good-looking guys.

You can thank me later.

On Christmas Eve this year, I went to the mall with one purpose: to buy a Christmas present for my dad. And my dad, being an avid movie watcher, (seriously. We have, like, 200 in our media room downstairs. Half of them aren't even opened yet. It's ridiculous,) hadn't bought Terminator: Salvation yet. So, naturally, I took it upon myself to buy it as his present. Because, well, if he didn't like it, then the rest of us would. I mean, my brother loves the action and my mom, sister and I... Well, Christian Bale is motivation enough.

Until we watched it tonight. At which point I realized that there are more reasons to be watching Terminator: Salvation than for Christian Bale. Their names are Sam Worthington and Anton Yelchin. Consider me in love.

A shot from the movie. He is, obviously, on the left. Don't even try to convince me that he's not attractive until after you've looked into those gorgeous blue eyes of his.

 

Close up? Of Sam Worthington? Oh, gosh. Yes, please.

And as for the other one, Mr. Yelchin, who I will be marrying, someday...

This is his epic face. No. Seriously. Even with the facial expression, he just looks amazing. Drool-worthy? I do believe he is.

 

OH. MY. WORD. If you can't see that this guy is attractive, then, well, there's no hope left for you. The hair, the eyes, even the teeth! He's just drool-worthy.

Just thought I maybe ought to share them with you all, you know, as a first post for 2010. I mean, what better way to start off a new decade than with attractive men?

Because, quite frankly, if you do, let me know.

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