Check the Label

I was looking at the labels to my posts the other day, analyzing the trends. Here is what I have discovered:

I am not Sick much.

I talk about God twice as much as I am sick.

There have been three Holidays since I started blogging, and three holiday posts. Right on.

Although Writing is my life, I post about Pictures exactly four times more often than about Characters.

The label "Hott Guys" appears slightly more often than the label "Thinking." Hmm.

I have posted six times more about someone else's book than about my own.

But I was relieved to see that there are more Book posts than Movie posts.

The number of posts on Friends is nearly double the number on Family.

I have managed to refrain thus far from creating a "Brothers" label.

There is only one post concerning Work, School, or Shopping. Lawl. I'm lazy.

I talk about Books twice as often as I talk about Reading. How does that work exactly?

The second largest label is "Random."

And I talk about myself more than anything.

Sometimes, I wonder...

Yep. I just wonder. I guess I should slap this post with a Thinking label. Or a Label label.

You know what, I'm gonna label this post with everything >:D

~Stephanie

When You Read This...

...I will be prom dress shopping.

Oh. Yeah.

Age 2:

My mom buys clothes, I wear them. The end.

Age 5:

My mom buys clothes, I wear them backwards because I think they look better that way.

Age 8:

My mom buys clothes, I wear them out in a month because I'm a tom-boy.

Age 10:

Shopping takes too long. My feet hurt. I'm hungry. When are we leaving? Can we go look at the toys?

Age 11:

I hate everything pink or remotely girly; other than that, I don't care.

Age 12:

I want the most expensive, sexiest clothes out there. I am told no.

Age 13:

See this black sweatshirt? I love this black sweatshirt. I'm gonna be buried in this black sweatshirt. I want to marry this black sweatshirt.

Age 14:

What's everyone else wearing? Okay, buy me a knock-off of that and let's go home, PLEASE.

Age 15:

>my mom doesn't buy me clothes because I "don't take care of the ones I have," AKA leave them in the floor of my room<

Age 16:

Ugh, let's go home--oh, hey. That's kind of cute. I would actually wear that. And I bet it would look good with that... It does. And with that belt... Oh my gosh. This is SO MUCH FREAKING FUN :O

Age 17:

I like shopping :3

Yep, as you read this, I'm probably having a lot of fun trying on dresses that look revolting on the hanger but end up looking good on a body. You can probably expect pictures. Au revoir!

~Stephanie