Monday

Sorry about the boh-ring title, guys. I couldn't think of what rhymes with Monday other than "funday", and how lame would that sound?
Anyway, today TPC was going to have a semi-private tennis lesson at the courts at my house. But why couldn't we? You guessed it, RAIN. But I've decided that complaining about Westchester's miserable weather won't actually change anything. So what would Massie do in this situation you ask? Well, make the best out of a bad situation, of course! I called up the rest of TPC and we went back to school shopping. In honor of the current weather, I got some Marc Jacobs "Rain" perfume. We hit Ralph Lauren and got new fluffy cashmere sweaters and cords for fall. I also decided to get a new messenger bag. You all remember my old nylon Prada messenger, but since everyone else in the school decided to copy that, I went for a Kate Spade one instead. It looks pretty much the same, but I added that ah-dorable Louis Vuitton signature rainbow charm keychain to it, and now it's totally me. I also got those ah-dorable Emilio Pucci rain boots. They match the flats that TPC bought. Now whether it's rain or shine, I'll be totally cute!
Later, once TPC was gone, Bean seemed a little down. She didn't even want to play with her new Sniffany & Co. toy. So I took her to that little pet boutique where Paris Hilton shops and we went shopping for her too. Oh my god, the people there fell in LOVE with her, and were SO helpful. I got her a cute little Burberry jumper, 3 Hermés scarves, 3 satin robes (purple, light blue, fuschia), 5 Ralph cashmere sweaters, Ugg boots in chestnut, chocolate, and blonde, a ton of Swarvoski crystal hair clips, and a Diamond necklace (it's about the size of a bracelet for us, but it fits her delicate little neck purr-fectly).
She definitely cheered up after that. I guess that boutique for her is like what Tiffany & Co. is for Holly Golightly.
A lot of you that don't go to OCD have been asking how to form your own Pretty Committee and how to get popular. Here's my little How-to for all of you not in the know.
1) First and foremost, you have to be born with it. I'd like to tell you that popularity is based on inner beauty, but without outer beauty and that kind of confidence that you are just born with, you don't have a chance.
2) Hang out with cool people. You know who I'm talking about. Some people are just naturally cool, whether they're playing tennis, eating lunch, or going to the toilet, they are simply fabulous. You get in with them, you get in with everyone. However, this doesn't mean stalking them. If you do that, you'll be worse off than you already are. You need to find someone to laugh at with them, and eventually you'll get to know each other. But under no circumstance should you keep pursuing them if they're not into it. If they don't want to hang out with you, 9 times out of 10 that's not going to change.
3) Don't make fun of your friends, even if people more popular than you are encouraging you to laugh at them. By doing this, they'll see that not only are you an unloyal friend, but you're straight up mean. Only make fun of real LBR's.
4) Dress well. No matter what. You can never be seen without being at least a 9. End of story.
5) Don't be something you're not. Don't pretend to like things or be things if that's really not who you are. If you're meant to be cool, you will be, otherwise...sorry, I guess.

On that note, I want to point out that the majority of OCD does not obide by these rules. Constantly girls are trying to suck up to me in order to get IN with TPC. Not gonna happen. No one will be added to the Pretty Committee. Sorry to dissapoint, but the generosity ends with Claire.

This is totally off subject, but I'd just like to say that I enjoy having all these new people reading my blogs. Just don't say any eternal wannabe-esq things about my blogs, kay? Wannabees and LBR's are so dead to me. If you're going to be cool, go ahead, ask me questions. I realize that most people wish they could be me. And out of the kindness of my heart, I will always answer your questions.
I don't have much else to say, but I hope you are all picking out outfits for my party. Believe me, you don't want to be the one with the bad outfit. It'll be total blog-candy, and you know I'll be the first to rip you to shreds.
Love,
Massie