Unexpected – Michelle Williams

Sometimes I have this compulsion to read.
I then find myself in the center of a bookstore, looking for the cutest covers, pick out a dozen or so, pay for them and head home.
It’s not like I actually read all the books I buy though. Let’s say I read 2 at most 3 books from the ones that I bought

There are the authors I always buy like Jill Mansell, Marian Keyes, Lauren Weisberger and Sophie Kinsella.
Then there are the authors I’ve heard about from a good friend or the ones that get good reviews in magazines and finally there are the authors no one has ever heard of, but where I do know the graphic designer who designed the cover.

Take for example Jill Mansell’s latest: An offer you can’t refuse.
Just finished it a week ago and I’m still not over it!
Honestly, I have absolutely no idea how she does it.
You have these novels where, when you’ve managed to get halfway, you already know what’s going to happen at the end. Like if the main character, a desperate girl who’s in her mid twenties, will end up with the man she’s been chasing all along.
And it’s obvious that when you’ve reached the last 10 pages and they’re still not together, they won’t be at the end. At least, it should be that obvious.

But that’s only when you don’t count along Jill Mansell.
Because she managed to change the whole end I had in mind in just two pages! Not to mention the last two pages!

Oh well, you don’t hear me complaining.
I just LOVE happy endings!

French Kisses – Jentina

“Bonjour, comment allez-vous?”
“Je m’excuse…”
“Je t’aime”

Those are exactly the three phrases I can say in French.
And I needed them badly today.

The second one the most, by the way. (Should I tell you about the part where I spilled coffee over one of our clients? Or maybe where I tripped, almost fell and dropped all the contracts on the floor? Perhaps you don’t want to hear about the part where my heel broke off? Yes, I tend to get clumsy like that, but people like me, we just smile and don’t get embarassed about it. That’s what we do.)
The third one a little less, not to mention not at all. It’s not like I’m going to say “I love you” to a haute-couture designer when he’s flying over from Paris to show you their new collection.

Yes, that’s right, I work for a fashion magazine. After all, what else did you expect from a Jezebel? It’s sort of like they all pretend in the tv-shows. Life is hard and yes, some of them really live on just sellery and drugs; the models.
Not that I get to deal with them very often. At least not in person.
I know two models, Jane and Ash. Don’t like them very much anyways. They’re always stoned, not able to have a normal conversation.
They go like: “Have you seen her?” “Oh my god, yes! She looks awfull!” “I know! She gained a lot of weight!” “Like 3 pounds or something?”

So, that totally not being the point, then what is?

Although I couldn’t really French it up today, my boss had really important news for me. Hooray!
Oh no, my bad. The hooray’s supposed to come later…
She announced that I might become the new creative director since the last one got fired because of illegal activities plus sleeping with someone of the ennemy’s side (which of course won’t be named).
(Now this is where it comes: ) Hooray!
I always came up with some good ideas, always been very creative and oh well… Aiming for this job for years!

Just looked up a new French phrase: “Je te remercie de tout mon coeur!”
Thanks Lauren!

Just For The Record – Jordin Sparks

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone elses opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”

At least according to mr. Oscar Wilde they are.

If you ask me, people are indeed other people. They consist out of little parts of other peoples lives; details. Some are more important than others.
If a person wants to get to know another person, they should look for the details. It’s by respecting those details, you get to know others better.
“A lot of little things make one big”… In this case the details are supposed to be the little things and the person the big one.

Anyway, moving on.

Introductions aren’t really my thing.
Until now I have posted 3 blog entries, making you go wonder who I am.
Let me make you wonder a little bit more…
(And what better way than giving you some details?)

In my opinion there are only a few tv shows worth to be brought out on dvd.
Two to be exact; Desperate Housewives and Ugly Betty.

I also think Myspace is better than Facebook and WordPress is better than Live Journal.
The same goes for Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, which is obviously better than Häagen Dazs.

I like my music loud so I can ignore the surrouding sounds. Of course that’ll make me go deaf very quickly.

And just for the record, I don’t like mr. Oscar Wilde for one bit!

Oh My Gosh – Basement Jaxx

My bag is the most precious thing I carry with me when I go out.

It’s not so much the bag I care about.
More the things I put in it.

All the people I know, say that I have the most stuffed handbag they’ve ever seen.
I think I just bring along the essentials.
But then again, the things I consider as essential are a lot of things.

Lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, mirror, perfume, brush, lipgloss and all the other make-up you can think of are an absolute must.
I mean, what if you suddenly start to cry with the awkward result your eyes look like hell?
Which brings me to my next item: tissues.
Things like keys, wallet with passport and other cards, wallet with money, cell phone, mp3-player, note block, pen, etc. speak for themselves.
You could say the same for band-aids and other medicines against nausea or something like that.
Protection always comes in handy, because you never know who you’re going to meet at parties – although my friends need it more than me these days, since two already got pregnant (see the Knocked Up movie).
And because I’m a woman, I also have this stupid monthly problem where I need certain products for. I don’t think I have to make a drawing with that?
My handbag is big enough to fit an umbrella, a bottle of water and if needed, even a sweater.

But that’s just my bag.

Shake It – Metro Station

I hate metro stations.

I mean, the thought of having a fat old guy seated on the same spot as you, just two minutes before you got on the train, farting so loud he got everybody looking, is just disgusting.
Chewing gum everywhere.
Crying babies that normally should make your heart melt, but as they cry so loud, you just want to smack their little faces or throw them trough the air.
Desperate single guys who obviously still live with their parents.
I can go on for hours like that.

If there’s a place where I don’t belong, it’s definitely the subway.
I just couldn’t take it; all of it.

Too bad my car broke down this morning so I was obligated to use another way to get to work.
I could’ve used a cab, but my roommate told me this scary story once about the cousin of the best friend of her sister who got raped and then left behind in the middle of nowhere…
And he was a guy.

Another option would’ve been to skip work, but then again, I love my job.
I’m a graphic designer for the hottest fashionmagazine in town. I get to decide which colors are going to be used in the next issue and other stuff like that.
Apart from that I’m a freelance columnist and I give a lot of advice to my boss who also happens to be one of my best friends.

Anyway, back to the whole metro station scenario.
People who’ve never been here before, are lucky to only see them in movies. They don’t get to smell all the bad scents in a metro station on their way to work.
I swear, if someone ever comes up with the idea to make a special scent movie, he’d better make sure to only use the good scents!

About You Now – Sugababes

It’s not so much about you, it’s more about me.

What my real name is, isn’t really the point here. People don’t judge other people based on their names. Nicknames tell you so much more so that’s why I used mine: jezebel.

The Oxford dictionary says the following:

  • noun a shameless or immoral woman.

  — ORIGIN the name of the wife of King Ahab in the Bible.

Anyway, moving on.

The same as what I said about my name goes for my age, but lets say I am old enough to have a steady job but young enough to get into every club in town.

I could give you a description of myself, but it’d make a lot of others feel uncomfortable.
You see, I’m one of those women you should envy because of the long legs, the long brown wavy hair, the small waist, etc.
Though I’m lucky to have all that, there are a lot of things I don’t have like a steady boyfriend (I bet that’s what you get when you fool around a lot) or a nice family to spend Christmas with.

It’s a good thing there are such things as cures.
My cure? Music and shoes. That’s what I truely live for.

For now, that’s all you need to know about me. If there’s anything else, I’ll be sure to mention it and if not, you’ll find out anyway along the way.