Oh, um, also…

Once you start Ferris-ing, it’s really hard to stop.

Sloane Peterson, otherwise known as Ferris’s galpal and THE HOTTEST WOMAN ALIVE, was, me thinks, my first fashion icon. She mesmerized me when I watched the film as a child, and she mesmerizes me to this day. I don’t really believe in regret, but there are a few things in my life that wake me up in the middle of the night, and one of them is the fact that I didn’t purchase a white leather fringed jacket a la Sloane from a vintage store in Edinburgh two years ago simply because it was forty-five pounds.

MONEY IS NOTHING IF IT MEANS YOU COULD POSSIBLY COME ANYWHERE CLOSE TO APPEARING TO LOOK REMOTELY LIKE SLOANE PETERSON.

That is, by far, the single most important thing I learned in college.
Evidence below.

Holy cow, she’s amazing.

As is he. (Why don’t more men wear animal skin print vests? Why???)

So, I was sort of dating a guy this spring (well, Caroline, what do you mean you were “sort-of” dating?  Um, that we weren’t dating at all and I was making it up in my head? Duh….) Anyhow, this freak had THE NERVE to casually inform me one day that we was fairly certain that Matthew Broderick was gay and that his whole marriage with SJP was a farce. Well, as you can imagine, that was that. I killed him.

Ferris Bueller is not gay. SJP is not a tranny mess in a Katie Holmes style marriage. I will end up with James Wilkie. And Sloane Peterson is the single best dressed woman in the world. Look at her (those shorts! my eyes!) one more time, and weep.

 

 

Wait, this is sad, because I really can’t stop…

Here’s some Ferris in Spanish, followed by quite possibly the greatest song ever made, “Beat City.” In the summer, it’s playing in my head approximetly 79% of every day.  

Lastly, a shout-out to my boy Cameron. Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit like Cameron, especially when it comes to whether or not I feel like socializing with other human beings…

He’ll keep calling me, he’ll keep calling me until I come over. He’ll make me feel guilty. This is uh… This is ridiculous, ok I’ll go,
I’ll go,
I’ll go,
I’ll go,
I’ll go. What – I’LL GO.
Shit.