i feel it's almost wrong not to care...

upon spending copious amounts of time on teh interwebz (fuck) i've come to the abrupt realization that i'm a hipster.
hipster. gasp.
whether the fact that i'm acknowledging my ability to be a yuppie makes my observation null and void, but all of the stereotypical red flags are there. i'm a step away from cocaine use because it's cool and getting a tattoo of some stupid love poem in french across my wrist.
i'm a hip. ster.
what has happened?! i used to be that girl. you know, the girl that wore jeans because they're comfortable; the one who played rugby and didn't drink?
now i order gin when i go to the bar, fashionably late, of course instead of a vodka cooler. i freak out when i can't find something deliciously disheveled on my floor to wear and i find myself wanting to read the classics like bronte and dickens without being forced to by a teacher. i keep telling myself that it'll make me cultured. i find myself listening to weird conceptual music at the bar and really feeling it rather than just listening on the outside because, man, they are truly deep.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
when i scroll through my top played songs on my ipod, a part of me that went to warped tour to mosh her face off shudders. there are some mainstream songs yeah, but most of them are indie dribble that i love. i won't say it's bad music and i'm only listening to it because that's what hipsters do... i actually like it. and if that isn't the best answer a card carrying hipster could give, i don't know what is.
i'm not as fashionably conscious as a true hipster is, but i think that's just because i'm unfashionable to begin with. i can't dress myself to save my life.
but i act and talk and do all the stupid things hipsters do without even thinking.
my skinny jeans are worn ragged and i'm going to replace them with the exact same pair from urban outfitters this weekend. in fact, i love urban outfitters. i could honestly live in that store if it weren't for those frosty bitches that work there. i think they should develop an american apparel credit card because i would sooooo sign up for one. thrift stores are better than a smutty novel to get the ladyjuices flowing and the trendy area downtown has seen my face more than i think i've been in the college library.

hi, my name is getthejellytwat! and not only am i addicted to twilight and robert pattinson's face, among many, many other trivial things, i am a hipster. for my disgressions, i cannot be held accountable for anything i do past this admission of my failings.