Okay so I think I must be really immature, but i adore “your mom” jokes, and it is even funnier if your replace “mom” with  ”mum” trust me! SO anyways, I have a soft spot for ones that aren’t so much mean as they are witty. For example, “you mom is so fat” is rather unfortunate, whereas “your mum wears athletic socks with her crocs!” is way more awesome. Catch my drift?

Anyhow, life is pretty good but I am in a perpetual state of tired, no joke. Five hours thirty minutes of sleep a night on average. Oh yes I know, you are sooo jealous!

Every time I blog I feel very self centered. This is mostly due to the fact that I am an astoundingly horrible typist so it takes a considerable amount of effort for me to capitalize my I’s. Each and every time I have to reach over and hit shift I realize more and more that I say I ALL THE TIME!

On another completely random and unrelated note, I have been thinking a lot about fashion lately. I actually have a lot of fun with it, putting together outfits that make me feel like a bag of skittles all decked out in bows, as if every day is a holiday. I just sometimes get so disoriented that outfits don’t quite work out… but usually they do, and I have realized that I should probably stock up on basics: denim shorts, black tights, black flats. You know, that kinda stuff. I don’t want to ramble on too much longer but something very funny happened to me on Black Friday! I was in line for the dressing room and right behind me stood none other than the middle aged Persian ice cream man from my high school. It was only a minorly awkward encounter since he recognized me first and asked the same question he asks me EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. HE. SEES. ME. “So you are Brazilian right? And you are friends with Stephanie?” Same response everytime: yes, I am friends with Stephanie, no I’m not Brazilian, may i please have an orange Big Stik?

I have to learn all of the countries in Latin America now, so wish me luck!

xxxxxxxooooo,

delia <3