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nylon's tv guide

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Nylon's TV issue came in the mail, instantly brightening my day (or I should say evening, since I didn't check the mail until 8 p.m.). So far I have just flipped through the pages, admiring a rainbow of colors and fonts and photographs. Each issue of Nylon truly is a piece of art. Here are a few things caught my eyes:

Page 64: Ms. Frizzle + Magic School Bus? Simply rad, considering I loved that show as a kid. Of course Nylon would choose a cartoon science teacher as a style icon.

Page 130: A dedication to Arthur Herbert Fonzarelli. Love.

Page 168: Could this show become my next obsession? Most likely.

Page 182: On second thought, maybe this season will be all about Glee.

Page 189: I'll probably catch an episode or two. Although, Sara Paxton is obnoxious.

Cover story: Edgy layout. I like. It's something new and different.

Page 202: Gossip Girl! Need I say more?

Page 204-211: Despite my dislike for V, her outfits are cool. But I'd still rather raid B's closet. What can I say, I heart headbands.

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It's my party and I'll cry if I want to


Goodbye, teenhood. I am officially twenty years old. I honestly dislike birthdays. Every year there seems to be something that goes wrong. Call me a cynic, but the whole idea of its "your day" is crap. Because I honestly think people could care less. Today, I am a tad peeved. Actually, no, I am ticked. But all that aside, I've decided that my twenties are going to be awesome, for lack of a better word. I'm going to have the best summer of my life come June. Paris, France, Dublin. And once I arrive back in the states I will be going on a road trip with my parents and grandparents to Yellowstone and various national parks. Then it's off to Tennessee for a few weeks to spend time with the family and my lovely friend Jerrica. And spending time with Jerrica equals photo shoot. So far, I hear feathered wings are involved. Today I am celebrating being me and if certain people don't want to celebrate that with me and, instead, want to tear me down... well, that is their issue and not mine. Because like the Lesley Gore song, "It's my party and I'll {do} what {the heck} I want to..." Cheers.

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