A Tumblr Quality Life

Chapter One

I pulled my Canon Rebel t3i out of my drawer and set it up in the perfect lighting. My quality account on Tumblr was one of the things I was most proud of. I was well aware of the fact that there's thousands of quality Tumblr accounts, but it was still alot of responsibility to keep it looking nice and high quality.

When I was finished taking photos, I uploaded them all onto my iMac and set my TV to the correct channel, since Keeping Up With The Kardashians was coming on in a few minutes. After all my photos I had taken were successfully loaded onto my computer, I focused all my attention on the tv. My skinny jeans, though adorable, were really uncomfortable, so I took them off and replaced them with one of my new pairs of VS Pink sweatpants.

I had recently gone to the mall with my mom, and she bought me 6 pairs of new sweatpants, all the same but different colors. The pair I was wearing was just black with sequin lettering down the side.

After watching the newest episode of KUWTK, I grabbed my bathrobe, one of my new Lush bath bombs, one of my Bath and Body Works shower gels, and slipped into my bathroom. I let the tub fill up while I undressed and made a playlist to listen to while I bathed. When the tub was completely filled, I stuck one toe in to test the temperature, and gradually slid my foot in. I let it sit for a fee seconds before getting used to the water and putting the rest of my body in.

My bath bomb was purple and I felt 'magical' as I laid in it. One Direction's song "Stockholm Syndrome" blasted through my wireless bluetooth speaker that I had hooked my phone up to. Quietly, I sang along, but nobody else in my house could hear me. After washing both my hair and body, and shaving my legs, I got out and patted myself mostly dry with a monogrammed towel of mine. After that I wrapped my monogrammed bathrobe around myself and tied it tight around the waist with the string. I found myself humming "No Control", another One Direction song, to myself as I carried everything back into my bedroom.

My bed was made and I had newly washed and folded clothes sitting on top of my dresser when I walked into the room. Ignoring the washed clothes, I headed for my pajama drawer. It was still a bit early to go to sleep, but it was a lazy day and I wanted more than anything to just be comfortable. I pulled out my oversized purple VS Pink shirt that read "I need a nap" and put that on along with a pair of VS Pink yoga pants.

After blowdrying out my hair perfectly straight, I joined my parents downstairs for dinner. My mom had made spaghetti and meatballs that night. I sat at the dining room table with the cable remote in my hand, because I could still see the living room TV from my seat. There wasn't much conversation at the table that night, just lots of small talk. Finally, I found the perfect opportunity to say what had been on my mind.

"I would really love to see One Direction in concert this year." I announced.

"But didn't you just see them at that... What was it... The where we are tour?" My Dad asked me.

"Yes but now they have their new album, Four, and their concert tickets for 'On The Road Again' are going on sale in a couple days." I replied.

"Well okay, they're obviously your favorite band and I don't see why not..." My mother said, and my dad nodded in agreement.

Meet&Greet passes were something that I never asked for, but my parents always got me to go with my concert tickets anyway. I had met 5/5 three times before, but it never got old.