I've been putting a lot of thought into what i should make my next blog about. I've toyed with several ideas but they all seemed a bit too blatantly negative, targeted at one assemblage of idiots. (Maybe next time.)
So, with that I said, I decided to talk a little about about what my life would currently be like if it were ideal for me (which it isn't, it's tolerable, but not ideal).
I would live in the avenues of Salt Lake City. It would be incredibly trendy and indie oriented, my life. I would dream of moving to New York City one day, but deep down, know I fit in best in the salty city. I would have a small one bedroom house furnished with priceless possesions i found at various garage sales and antique stores around the valley, and of course, IKEA. (Cause i'm euro-trendy like that.) I would have a huge bookshelf filled with books I would have every intent to read, but honestly never end up reading them. I would have lots of abstract art clinging to my walls. Plus, a giant poster of Audrey Hepburn, cause Hepburn is the new Monroe. And I knew that cause I keep up with those sort of things.
I would start my morning off in my yellow kitchen with some toast. I would shower and throw my hair in a messy bun, without blow drying. i would put on my skinny jeans, and some sort of vintage Lennon tee. Then I would feed my cat, Lux and my bird, Jimmy Page, and water my plants before I left. i would grab my ipod, and my scarf. As I approached the door I would stare at my shoes, trying to decide whether i should where my hemp woven slip ons, or my chuck taylors. Ultimately I would choose the slip ons cause i didnt feel like bothering with the trouble of laces.
I would prance down the steps and think how i need to mow my lawn, but how i was putting it off because since i decided to go green, i only used a push mower. I would stuff my headphones in my ear and put my ipod on shuffle, something like Ingrid Michaelson, or The Smiths would start playing.
I would spend the day on foot, at the farmers market for groceries, grabbing a bite to eat at a vegan cafe. I may or may not slip in and out of some book stores and antique stores trying to find that perfect something that would finally satisfy me, without any luck of course. After a few hours I would head home and start making a fresh salad with some of the vegetables from my garden.
Then, my boyfriend, his name would be something like Mason or Avery. He would come over with some friends and play his accoustic and talk to us about how music has never been the same since Hendrix left the scene. I would stare at him and think about how hot he was. With his elegantly dishelved hair, and he suit coat over his faded tee.
After everyone left he would give me a private show of his latest melodical concotion. And i would fall a little more in love with him for a moment. He would then tell me the reason he liked me so much was because I was so different and non-coformist. Before he left at around 1:00 AM he would so graciously take the recycling out for me and tell me that i needed to come to his open mic night the following week. And since he looked so good, and i was tired, i would agree, even though i hated that sort of thing, it had become just a little too swank to play the guitar, and i was over it.
Then i would kiss him goodnight, and head for my bedroom where my cat would be waiting for me. I would brush my teeth, wash my face, and throw on an old t shirt. (i wouldn't wear pants to bed. cause i don't do that now, and that's my favorite ritual, in fact, to be brutally honest, when i get home from work, i remove my pants as soon as possible. its like stress relief.)
I would fall asleep and dream of trendy things, and smile in my sleep cause i was so utterly satisfied with my trendy lifestyle.
