Ambiguous and Awkward.

Sometimes I wonder where my blog fits in.  It's like it's some sort of wild card.

I don't blog about fashion.  Because I seriously have no sense of style whatsoever.  If I did, a post would go something like this:

Every girl needs a little bit of leather.

The best way to look good for any occasion is to wear leather.  Or to wear a dress that has a sleeve-cape.

Sleeve-capes are going to be the next big thing.  Trust me.

And I don't really blog about cooking because I don't have the patience to take pictures of every step when I'm making something.  And, to be perfectly honest, I don't really cook awesome stuff that much.  But there was that one time I made myself some French Toast and it had a skull on it.  So a Kristen cooking blog would go something like this:

Today in Kristen's kitchen, we're learning how to read the egg markings on a piece of French Toast.

This doesn't look so good.  Let's take a closer look.

Yup.  That's a bad omen for sure.  I'd say I've got about seven days...

I can't really blog about home decor.  Probably because I'm not that crafty and I'm a poor student who can barely afford the home, let alone the decor.  But, to be a good sport, a Kristen home decor blog would be as follows:

I'm really excited to show you what I've done with the place.  I decided to take the whole hipster/vintage trend and really go with it.  I call this style neo-hipsterism.  

Essentially you just let everything rot.  To speed the process up I let a herd of cattle in with all the doors and windows open during the winter.

The kitchen is a real work of art.

And since I'm not a mom, I can't blog about a cute little baby.  But, when the time comes, this could potentially be what you have to look forward to:

I had a baby.  Get over it.

I'm holding a baby.  So what.

I know I said I hate babies.  But people can change.  So there.

Haha, just kidding, but seriously.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that my blog feels like a kid in high school that doesn't really fit in to any specific clique.  It's the awkward kid.  You know, the one that is painfully honest to the point of being too much information.  The one that thinks too much, over-analyzing and over-analogizing everything in life.  And the one that doesn't keep the awkwardly eccentric side of them hidden where it properly belongs.  

So, until my eccentric blog can figure things out, I'm just gunna keep being ambiguous and awkward.  To prove it to you, allow me to share a gift I made for Jon yesterday while I was waiting for him to get home from work.

I think I might have potential in a music career.  

Have a good week.