Remember that time I was going to write a blog?

UGH. Frustration with myself that I'm sucking at writing this. And it's the worst kind of suck, too-- the kind where you just don't even try, and so you just suck by default. So here we go, I guess-- if it sucks anyway, at least I gave it the old two-years-post-COLLEGE-what-am-I-doing-with-my-life try.

So, new game. I think my biggest problem is that I feel like I limited myself with the fact that the word "styled" is in the title of this blog, making me feel like I need to write about fashion all the time. Which is a little scary. I'm also super literal, if you hadn't noticed, because I'm pretty sure people who weren't ISTJs wouldn't care about that and would just write about whatever they wanted. This reminds me of the time I took a class called "Gendered Memoir" and I wrote ahem, a memoir (that I will never allow anyone to read-- oh you're upset? Don't lie.) that was super disjointed because, hello--how at age 19 are you supposed to scan back through your life and be like okay, that was important moment.. yup, that one, too, and then write them all up and bundle them and say here, here's a nice tidy package of all the things that make me me! Some people just picked a thread, I guess, like eating disorder or cheerleading or "my crazy summer that time" and made it work. But my memoir was all these random bits that didn't really correlate to each other and I guess the first little scene gave them the impression that my memoir was going to be about my "struggle with OCD." Which... hilarious! If you know, me, I guess. So, anyway, it was random and when I think about it I cringe and have secondhand embarrassment for myself. Which I guess is just... regular embarrassment.

So, now that I've really circuitously told you that this isn't necessarily going to be about fashion, I am pledging to post at least every other day. About anything. You're welcome!