What I need Diaries for

Guess what - there is a reason why this blog is called The Infamous Diaries! First is obviously because I am infamously infamous. Haha. Second has something to do with diaries. Because - if there is something like that - I am a diary-addict. I have little Notebooks for everything. It's kinda wonderful to have your whole life organized in books and boxes. And there is rarely anything so touching as reading your diary - the one you wrote in 6th grade when you had this huge crush on the guy from 8th grade.

 Sooo here are some inspirations, what you can keep diaries aka notebooks for:

1. Journal
The most famous kind of diary. Write down your thoughts and dark secrets. Start with "Dear Diary..." or simly the date. It's so much fun to re-read you thoughts even a few weeks later. Also it helped me to cope with fights or even breakups because I could recapture the good times and all that cheesy stuff. 

Important: Don't feel like you have to write every day! Feel free to write whenever you feel like it.I have gaps of a few month in mine. Also it's okay to have blank pages. All of the notbooks found filled by Marilyn Monroe weren't finished ;)

 

2. Daily Calendar

 Probably the most popular form of notebook. Scedule your homework, jobbing, appointments and all other kinds of dates. I also store my timetable for school, To Do-lists, pictures of loved ones and a bunch of inspirational quotes in there.

3. Scetchbook

 For the artsy ones this is a great opportunity to have not only your scribbels and doodles in one place but also collect inspirational pictures from e.g. magazines.

4. Travel Journal

Or basically one for any other special thing you love. My fave notebook-brand Moleskine designed a lot of journals for any specific need and as I am kind of a globetrotter I love my travel journal!

So...what do you use your notebooks for? Any new inspirations? Shoot in the comments!

xoxo V

The Happiness Project - Spread the Happiness!

I'm so excited! Seconds ago I finished my first ever YouTube-Video. My cause? A project! I was incredibly nervous, I hope it doesn't show too much.

In the german facebook community there's a game going around called "Halbe exen gegen Lernstress". It's about uploading a video in which you drink half a liter of beer. (I know, right?) So after I saw a friend of mine donating to the Philippines instead of drinking I thought that was something that should be spread! So I'll make a start!


Watch and learn:

So, what do you think? I hope I find a lot of happiness-spreaders among you! Here some of my ideas how to spread a little happiness:

• Write a nice letter.
• Clean your parents car.
• Bake a cake. Or brownies. Or something else.
• Donate something. Anything.
• Pass a compliment to every person you meet. 

Most important: film yourself doing it! Upload it to facebook and nominate three other friends to Spread the Happiness!

If you want to see your video on this blog just put #tidhappy in the description of your movie. Can't wait to see them all!

...because a smile is the prettiest thing you can wear!

xoxo V

Why it was Mila Cunis who ruined our Generation.

To be clear: I adore Mila Cunis, she's one of the most beautiful actress of our time. But:

In the year of 2011 Hollywood surprised us with two movies of a very similar kind. Let me tell you a story:

Boy meets girl. Both sick of relationships. Both suffer of a lack of sex. Both very attractive. What happens? They end up in bed. No feelings, just sex. In the end they get that they actually fell in love and live happily ever after. The End.

One motto, two movies. Great! Truth be told, I loved Friends with Benefits. Basically the tragedy of those movies are/where that they had happy ends where both inividuals ended up realizing that they where deeply in love with each other. So more and more friends of mine told me about exactly this scheme in their lives. And there's tragically often no happily ever after included. So now, three years later I look around me and what happend? There's nothing but a glimpse of serious realtionships around me anymore. WHERE HAS THE LOVE GONE?


How girls stumbled in to this:

#1 GIRLS THAUGHT

Maybe, when we start making out and spend enough time he'll realize how cool and nice I am. I just have to let him think I'm all cool about it!

#2 GIRLS THAUGHT

Ok, surprisingly I actually am quite cool with this...if only he'd call more often...oh look there goes my heart...oh shit!!

      And - whoop - there you go: what start's of all easy-peasy screws with your head and heart and everything within a wink. It begins with a lot of things like relizing that he or you are jealous. Or by having real fun with real conversations. By knowing each other like no one else. And everything is just so simple. The moment you realize this is the moment it becomes harder.  Neither do you know about his feelings or not feelings, let alone the chaos inside of you. You don't know what you're at. He know's you're easy to get so it's too late for playing games. 

      Ok, I get it. Sex is fun and your last relationship was bullshit so you don't wanna commit to anyone and stuff. But girls, here's what I learned: The feelings are going to come either way. And your life is no movie! Those movies may seem more realistic than Cinderella, but that still doesn't mean they have anything to do with reality. Guys can sleep with girls without comitting to any feelings, while girls - trust me on this - can't. This may not apply to "It happened once...or twice." And maybe it takes some time but it will happen. Even super-tough Anne Hathaway in Love and other Drugs gave up her heart.

     What I want are the cheesy lovestories. I want to tell my kids about romance like my parents told me: by telling the truth. I don't mean flowers and candlelight-dinner twice a week. I'm talking feelings. Truth. And knowing, what you're at. Either you sleep around - totally fine! Or go all in for the real deal. If you have an "open relationship" it's easy to analize: Open for me - relationship for you. Or the other way around. Either way, there's no truth in it.

Love, V

To all my girls out there!

 A truely inspiring poetry slam by a young student. It's so true!!
Enjoy!

xx V

Lesson of the Week: DREAM BIG

Since I was a little girl I've had two dreams:

1. New York City
2. A career in fashion business

It sounds like every other girls dream. Well, perhaps it actually is. But there's one important thing: I didn't stop dreaming. There's hardly anyone who know's me and hasn't heard me talk about at least one of both. There's been a lot of admiration for dreaming so huge but over the last few years I could feel more and more people deride me. I come from a city where one of the bestselling brands is Northface. Seriously?!

People are scared of dreaming big. It's the fear of being disappointed. The fear of the dream not coming true. If you don't shoot for the stars you'll never learn to fly. And perhaps for some people it's better to stand with both their feet on the ground walking straight forward. If it comes to me, I'm the one with the head in the clouds. If fallen on my nose quite much so, while aiming to fly. But I never stopped dreaming. Ever. And - believe it or not - seven month from now The Infamous Diaries are going to be updated live from the Big Apple! Right: my big - actually huge - dreams are about to come true. After hours of application writing and re-writing and translating my resumee and searching for adresses over and over again and writing tons of e-mails with the largest amount of concentration in fear of spelling mistakes... I had an interview for interning at a fashion company's PR department on tuesday - and got the job!!

So get excited for the most amazing posts AFTER graduation-exam-stress is actually over!

xoxo V

 

Crocodiles kill you, people make mistakes

A girl I suppose I used to be friends with recently posted a quote. It said

"Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first."

Why is this important to me? Because I'm people. Even though I don't aim to kill anyone nor eat somebody. Duh! 

I'm people because I'm the bitch. I'm the girl YOLOing and realizing that people can't except if you're not perfect. I'm not talking perfect as in beautiful and skinny. We had the kinda stuff at least once too much. I'm talking perfect as in making the right decisions. As in being 18 years old and suddenly mature. I'm talking perfect as in choosing the right guys and making sure not to hurt anyone you know.  

So, sorry I'm not perfect!

But at least I realize that. And even try to apologize. In my way. But sometimes even your friends don't get it. And so they talk. Because they love to talk. And so they get hurt. That's how I became a killer. Also that's how I learned that your friends are those who aren't okay with your actions but still stick to you. Thank you, friends! 

In some peoples eyes I may be the killer. In others I'm only an imperfect young woman trying to find happiness...

The thing with examnesia

 I wish I could be 5 again. My biggest problems being the time I have to go to bed and how to count to 100. If I was 5 I would see the world as a playground. And I'd be shure that by the time I was seventeen I'd be all grown up and mature and cool and perfect. Also I'd be pretty, good at school and have a wonderful boyfriend (okay, that part's actually true).
 But I can't be my five-year-old self again. I'm seventeen. Maybe grown up, not mature and far from perfect. But I'm mostly happy. Until it comes to exams. I consider myself a great person. Really, I am quite confident and thankful for the great life I have. And I even consider myself quite intelligent. But then again, there are exams. My hands start to shake like crazy, my thoughts spin similar to a tornado and my legs feel like they're made of chewing gum. I feel like I can think of kinda anything I have ever learned. But nor of the answers for the questions the exam askes. I need to be put in a category, how good or bad a person I am seems to be equivalent to what grade I get. And I totally can't live with that! Why can't I just be seen as the person I am? Why can't my teachers take what I give them in class for the best they get? I even started doing homework in order to be better prepared. Didn't work. And why on earth can't it be enough for me to be a good driver in order to get my driver's license? I study hard, get all the answers right. Until I sit in the room with 15 others and fell like there's no air. So what is it? What is it that makes my brain blend every time I truly need it? I don't know. What I know is that when it comes to examnesia I'm probably the best example.

Kisses V

Dating is dead?! Pros n Cons on that shit.

 When was your last date? And I don't mean your last random hookup, one night stand or DVD night with your girl-, boy- or best-friend. What I talk about is a date like the kinda date you know from the movies. So? Ever? Nah.
 I recently read an article in my favourite magazine (NEON, german one) about the end of dating. Seriously, when I think about it, my whole life I thought this whole dinner-date was an invention made in Hollywood. But it seems like there used to be something like the two-some date some time before I got old enough. Sucks. If you believe in what this nice lady who wrote the article says. And a lot of other people who claim thereselfs to be smart and write books n stuff. So what exactly do they say? If you look arround your folks who are somewhere arround 20-something you'd think they seem to be happy and have relationships and sex and everything awesome that seems to be a side-effect of dating. Right. But: how did they get there? Apperently "our generations'" dates are happening in our peers. When you're on a party it's the most uncomplicated thing to simply invite your crush to join you. And that's what we do. INSTEAD of dating.

CON on that:

           1. Suppose you get invited by your crush to hang out with his/her friends. Are you
               a) not worth the time to spend alone with?
               b) in the Buddy-Trap?
               c) a set up for somebody's friend?
               d) what you hope to be?


PROs'd be:

          1. Your person of interest isn't as great as you thought. Oh great! You don't have to think
              of anything to get rid of him/her asap - it's a party!

           2. Completely practically: you can tell if he/she is any boy-/girlfriend material, given the fact
               that your crush is surrounded by your friends and you can check out how good he/she fits in.
               This brings us to

           3. 'cause on the other side we have YOU, invited to some party or random hang by your crush.
               You can check out the people your going (not?) to be partner likes to hang. Nothing says as
               much about a person as the people he/she spends his time with.


 So up 'till now it seems like it's not too bad to say au revoir to outdated dating rituals. Isn't this....so sad?
 I believe our "free spirits" and crap we claim ourselves to be is leading us to something completely wrong. Or at least not-so-nice. Our easygoing mentality makes us have more than one crush's (there is no plural existent for this word - realize something?). We have far too many opportunities. We spend our time trying to decide. Not trying to work on what we have.

CON:

            2. Will we ever decide? Will monogamy be an archaic word? I think we will drive ourselfes
                crazy with all of our choices and opportunities. 

            3. Letting the hopeless romantic speak for me: Where is the LOVE? If we don't take our time
                to get to know somebody, to earn their trust and literally learn to love them...will we love? I
                got this feeling that a lot of the kids from my generation mistake sex and physical attraction
                for what we call love. Count: How many of your friends got together with their (-sorry-)
                fuck-buddies or what you want to call them?



So is dating dead? Are we caught in our own dissolute lifestyle? Gett up guys, we're all so vintage and retro and thirftshop-y...why do we hang on to fashion and art but not to lifestyle and culture?


xo V