Late Night Blogging II

I originally started this blog to document my life and my work. I still do that, but over the last three months, things have been thrown in just because it seemed like a "blogger" thing to do. I'm not okay with that. I don't want to be an average blogger. I'm going to continue posting what I like, and if that isn't the "blogger" standard, then oh well? I don't really know what to say to that.

Okay so, I like posting photos of my outfits and such; it's a lot of fun, and self portrait therapy is real. I'll keep doing that too. And if I want to post a Zara wishlist, I will (probably often). However, I honestly don't really care about the latest makeup product, and I can't afford Valentino (I wish). I'm going to talk about my own life, as it is, and none of this even makes sense. 

I like nice things, I like aesthetics, and I want to post things I've worked on without worry. I'm a big art geek, and I love museums and making travel plans with Nicole and Kieryn. Expect more things like that. This is what I really care about. I don't have a crazy social life. I spend a lot of time at home with my dogs, and I get along with my parents, and I pretty much only talk to Nicole and Kieryn. I'm not that interesting, but I romanticize it a lot. 

It's currently 2:45. The photo says 3 AM, because I didn't want to be misleading when this post is actually published. It's close enough. 

My point is that I don't understand why there's such a stereotype with bloggers. Maybe there actually isn't, and I just haven't found what I'm looking for. I slipped up, but I'm not going to blog about the same thing that shows up thirty times on my Bloglovin' feed. And that's fine if that's your thing! More power to ya! I read enough of it to not feel like I have to talk about it myself. 

I might even delete this post in the morning (when I wake up). Probably. 

What am I even saying? Welcome to my mind.