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Day 37: Only Thoughts

Today I wore my white corset with my red high-low maxi skirt, tan belt, denim jacket, and my mom's sandals from Italy. I normally don't like to wear flats with maxi-skirts because I am short, but I felt these went better with the outfit than any of my heels did and overall, I am happy with the way the outfit turned out. It was very comfortable and fitting for today's mild weather. 

Red in My Head

Skirt: Nordstrom, Corset: American Apparel, Tan Belt, Jacket: Forever 21, Shoes: Italy

This post is entirely made up of the thoughts that went through my head today. Have fun deciphering my brain!

My thoughts after 9:00 PM:

Okay, so it is nine 'o... one! 9:01, I am a minute behind schedule. My schedule. God, why can I never stick to my schedule. Each day I spend hours and hours planning my daily happenings down to the minute and yet can never follow my very logical method of daily organization. Here I am, it's now 9:02 and I have successfully accomplished only a quarter of what should be done by now. Or rather, what I should have accomplished by 9:00.. regardless, there are only two options left for me because my cycle of creating then breaking my daily schedule has become more habitual–more routine than an actual, planned routine. What was it I was saying–ah yes, my two options are: one, scratch the schedule, forget it ever existed, or two.. I forgot my two. Because you see what happens when I don't accomplish everything I think I should accomplish within the span of 24 hours, I panic and get anxious. And the thing that sucks is that life doesn't give a damn about my schedule. Life takes a look at the map I've drawn and the path I've designated and says, "screw that, I've got a better one," but what life doesn't understand is that if we go its' path it will take twice as long, and with school, college junk, job, blogging, writing and writing, rehearsal, stoplights, outfits, cleaning, dog, lines, food, friends, foes, family, Facebook, and anything else beginning with the letter "f", we–or at least me–do not have any time to spare. Sorry life, no one has time for you anymore. Blame society. And what's worse, it is now 10:07 and what it looks like as of right now, I'm wearing nothing but a sock tomorrow. Why would I ever buy this, I can't wear it with anything. This shirt makes me look like a hobo. I hate wearing heels. Why am I short, God? I just want to crawl in bed and slip away into a dream where all I do is eat and never get fat. Wouldn't that be nice?  Food sounds nice right now. Let's see what Mr. Fridge has to offer me tonight. O, I love that little woosh of air that you feel when you first open the fridge, so.. inviting. Let's see we have.. nothing. Why is life so cruel? I have no more time left for rhetorical questions, it is 12:06. It is no longer Tuesday, my God it's.. it's Wednesday. I hate today already. I want sleep. My dog is asleep. Why can't I sleep? Why does he sleep with his eyes open? That's weird. I wonder if he can see me. Can you see..? Nope, he can't. I want sleep. But I still haven't done my post of the night. Why the hell did I ever sign myself up for a year of this? It's too much! I have nothing to say! Why.. Okay, I'm sitting, everything's okay, I'm sitting. Let's just open the computer and see what happens. Today... Hey, that wasn't so bad after all, it's only 12:24. Looks like I get to go to bed ahead of schedule after all. Take that scenic route. Let's proof read... looks good. O wait! Almost forgot:

"Stay unnaked."

Now, I'm done. Goodnight blog, goodnight dog, goodnight moon, goodnight.. see you soon.

Day 36: Happy Earth Day, Happy Spring

Happy Earth Day!

Plum Bum

Pants: Free People, Shirt: American Apparel, Vest: Forever 21, Shoes: Steve Madden

I'm switching the order here today. As my "thoughtful" part of the blog is a poem, I decided: outfit first, poem second. So, that's the way it's going to be today, I guess. My outfit today consisted of plum corduroy pants from Free People, a floral tie-top from American Apparel, my faux-fur vest from Forever 21, and white Steve Madden heeled sandals. Today was my first full day back at school in a while and I was glad I wore something a little warmer because–as so many things are too good to be true–it has substantially cooled down a bit, yet again. Yes, it ("it" being the weather) decided to get cold the day I am finally fully functioning, for the most part. But if I have learned nothing else in my past seventeen years of life, it is that my surroundings–though they do, surround me–do not and will not ever revolve around me. So cold it was, and I was glad I wore pants. What I liked most about today's outfit was that it had hints of spring despite the more fall-like color of the pants. The crop top length of the shirt and floral print along with the open-toed sandals gave the darker colors more life–more spring. And on the note of "spring", here is my most recent poem:

"Spring"

in my car I ride

past a place out there

where I remember once thinking 

of the blooming spring,

that was the day–

yes I remember that day

clearly now when it was 

five o'clock and I bought you a

birthday card that I never gave you,

remember–you don't but still I remember 

today and tomorrow– 

and when it was real 

because it was this day, this place, this time

and spring– 

and spring makes me remember, 

remember you.

So this was a poem I wrote because I was remembering spring and what spring has meant to me symbolically over the years. It plays with the way people think of and remember things. We–or at least me–tend to remember things in fragments and ideas that bleed together like one long sentence, which is what this poem imitates. The poem is full of little fragmented ideas and moments that when put together, form a single idea, a single moment. Hope you liked it!

Hope your Monday wasn't too terrible. Happy tomorrow to you!

Stay unnaked.

Day 35: Never Out of My Mind

There are many things in life that I will grow old of, that I have grown old of. To this day, there are many things that I once loved that I cannot still claim that I love now. Things that once meant the world to me, places, objects, ideas, people, that used to fill me with that feeling of endless light, now, only leave me with that feeling of, nothing. That place that was once so magical is nothing more than a location, just a name on a map, a postcard-ed destination. That object that you thought meant so much to you, where is it now? On a shelf collecting dust, or in a six-sided box hidden under your bed. Out of sight, out of mind, right? The ideas, the dreams you believed in, crumble like stale bread at the sight of wisdom and logic–those things we gain from time–and push aside our youthful thoughts. But what about the people we meet, the faces we see–used to see. Those who meant so much to us, more than just a name on a map. A love to big to fit in a six-sided box, a love so bright it couldn't see wisdom nor logic. What happens when those people who once meant so much to you, go away. Out of sight, out of mind, right? No. There are many, many things I will grow old of–those places, those objects, and ideas. But the people I've met–you–I will never grow tired of. You may be out of sight, but you're never out of my mind.

When in Doubt, Wear a Dress!

Dress: Soul Scape, Shoes: Mom's

Today I pretty much stayed in my pajamas all day until around 4:00 pm I was notified that we were having company. So, in a flurry and without an idea of what I should wear today, I went with my last resort and wore a dress. Which, in fact, turned out to be a good choice. The weather today was hotter than usual (at least for April in San Diego); so the evening was warm and perfect for this dress. The dress has a detailed henna-like pattern on the front with open and flowing sleeves and bottom. I wore my mom's combat boots with it to match the black print and to give the "zen" feel of the dress a little more edge.

Happy Monday-eve! Let's make this a good week, shall we?
Stay unnaked.

Day 34: In Remission

For the most part I am feeling a lot better now. After finishing up "Friday's" post, I took a four hour nap and awoke with a sudden urge to start a new DIY project. However, I, not yet having the energy nor financial means, was unable to drive myself to Michael's to buy some new craft materials. So instead I took one of the shirts that I made a few weeks ago when I tie-dyed my jeans and I cut the bottom, sleeves, and top off. I wasn't satisfied with the generic cut tee look. So instead, I took a felt-tip pen drew a big heart then cut out the heart from the fabric leaving behind a heart-shaped hole in the back of the shirt. Then, I was satisfied. 

Ride (Back on my feet)

Shirt: DIY tie-dye and cut out heart, Shorts: Forever 21, Shoes: DIY Decorated Toms from Rite Aid

While I think I am finally getting better, I don't want to push my luck so I'm going to turn in for the night. I took some more NyQuil so there's no telling home much longer I'll last before I'm typing nonsense. Then again, my posts always seem to made entirely of "nonsense" thoughts. 

Hope your Saturday was more exciting than mine. Until tomorrow, stay unnaked. 

Day 33: The Relapse/These Pants are Magic

So this morning I woke up feeling a lot better. And it stayed that way until around 4:00 this afternoon. Then, I began to experience the relapse. Although, instead of a sore throat, aches, chills, and chest and head congestion plague me. So forgive me, but I want nothing more than to sleep right now to hopefully finally shake off the final remains of this flu or cold.. or whatever. I just took some NyQuil and don't know how much longer I will last. If I spontaneously wake up later tonight, I promise a more through post. If I sleep through the night (again, hopefully) I promise a real post ASAP in the morning. Until then, I'll post the Photo of the Day. It's in honor of the Day of Silence–rainbow pants instead of duct tape. I had an inkling that a day when I'm constantly coughing would not go well with duct tape on my mouth. So, instead I showed support with my rainbow tie-dyed pants. I'm starting to fall asleep now but I promise a real post by tomorrow morning at the latest. Until then...

That 70's Outfit

Pants: DIY Tie-dye–props to Nadian, Shirt: Sarah's, Tan belt, Vest: Forever 21, Shoes: DIY Toms, Necklaces: World Market

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As I write this post now, I am lying face up in my moms old silver Toyota–windows cracked, feet on the roof, phone in hand, I watch my thumbs dance on the surface of my iPhone; careful not to drop my phone on my face like last time. I have been asleep in the car for.. I don't know how long. Long enough for my mom to run some errands and for me to have an unusual, lucid dream. I awoke sweating–I hate sweating–and with a sudden realization that I have not kept the promise I made last night. I have successfully missed my deadline of posting Friday's post by today, Saturday morning as it is now 1:06 pm, I'm fairly sure I have missed the "morning" deadline in every time zone.. except for Hawaii, maybe. And so now–Saturday afternoon–windows cracked, feet on the roof, phone in hand, I craft yesterday's post in the views of today. And the thing I want to address today is my reason for wearing what I wore yesterday. In case anyone didn't know, yesterday was the national Day of Silence. Since I wanted to show my support but knew that being silenced with duct tape would be difficult in my present condition, I chose to wear my newly-created, rainbow, tie-dyed jeans. I feel this is an important issue that has become more and more pressing in recent times and yesterday felt I should do my part to show my support through the way I know best–the way I personally express myself–through what I wear. To go with the pants, I wore a hand-me-down crop top shirt given to me by my good friend, Sarah, and my all-time favorite faux-fur vest from Forever 21. For accessories, I wore colorful necklaces from World Market to match the pants. The outfit ended up looking very 70's inspired which was unintentional but welcomed none the less. Upon entering Von's yesterday a women saw me and said she had seen me before; she had recognized the pants. We began talking and I told her a little bit about how I made the pants, my style, and my blog. It made me happy to see that something as simple as an old pair of pants can make you stand out against a blur of people that walk by everyday. A once stranger in a grocery store becomes a friendly face you will always remember. It's moments like these that remind me why I even bother wearing crazy stuff. It's the little encounters, the people you meet, the little memories you'll always keep, those memories that you give. Those things that help you make just a tiny impression on the world. 

Day 32: Yesterday

How can you fathom what it means to loose something that means everything to you? To those who have never experienced it–loss, I mean–it's as impossible to understand as the idea of an upward gravitational force. You can't know. You can't know what it feels like. Because when you loss someone or something that means everything to you, you can't see tomorrow. You can't imagine a tomorrow because you could never imagine a life without what you lost. You can't accept that tomorrow, when it comes, will find you alone. Alone, because you have lost the one thing you thought you'd always carry with you. The one thing that kept you from having to feel alone. Instead, those who have lost, people like me, we live in Yesterday. Because Yesterday–whatever Yesterday means to you–is so much better than facing tomorrow alone. And I think the nice thing about Yesterday is that it doesn't change, you know. Nobody can come and try to take away your Yesterday. It's too late. You'll always have Yesterday. When you live in Yesterday, you don't have to see tomorrow. In Yesterday you don't need to worry because you already know. You know what happens, you know how it ends. There's nothing to be afraid of anymore. Yesterday is like a harbor, a place to return to at night when the world is quiet again. When there is nothing left but you–and you, alone. But in Yesterday, you don't have to feel it, or be alone.

Today found me sick, again. The thing I hate most about being sick is not the feeling of sandpaper in my throat or my body's inability to pick whether it wants to be hot or cold, it's being stuck inside, watching through my window shades another day come and go without even acknowledging my existence. It's the emptiness, the lonely feeling. The curiosity of how much life was missed today, being away from the world and away from life. That is the worst part about getting sick. 

Seals like to bask in the sun (awr! awr!)

Sweater: Nordstrom, Sweats: Pink Zone

This was Sick Day outfit #2: Nordstrom sweater and tie-dye sweat pants. It perfect for staying around the house, very comfortable and warm. 

Thanks for reading! Hope to be feeling better tomorrow to give you some new looks! Until then...

Day 31: The Time that the Heart Keeps

Sometimes I panic. Sometimes, on days like today when I'm sick and there is nothing more to do than lie down and think until thinking eventually turns into sleeping, I panic. I panic because a sudden realization sweeps over me, like a heat wave. And I feel as though an hourglass has been placed before my eyes and I watch the sand fall through to the bottom, grain by grain, until there is no more, nothing more to fall. I panic because I fear that my life is not what I wanted it to be and I worry that each day that passes is another grain of sand that ultimately leads to nothing–and no more. I panic because. And because is caused by the inability to make sense of everything that exists. Like the difference between time and change or fear and intuition, moments and memories, letting go and forgetting. And above all, the inability to understand the discrepancy between what is happening and what is supposed to happen. What, in all this mess, is in my control? And when does the heart ever learn to keep rhythm with time? Time it seems has two variations. There is the time that passes according to the world–the seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days, etc. And then there is the time that the heart keeps. And that "time" is impossible measure in seconds, minutes, hours, or days. The time that the heart keeps is measured only in moments. Moments that pass quickly or slowly, stop and resume without any consideration of the changing world. Rather, time does not pass through the heart. The heart, it seems, holds onto a specific time that it cannot bear to part with. And it is the time that the heart keeps that we can loose ourselves in. It is the "time" that makes us loose sight of the world. Time, relative to the world, shows that a year has past.What has changed–reality has changed. People have changed, my future has changed, I have changed. What hasn't changed–the past hasn't changed, my memories haven't changed. And I have not changed. My heart remains, in a day, an hour, a minute, a moment in space that once existed, but is no more. And as time according to the world progresses, the days, the weeks, the months that pass, the memories that my heart holds fade. I see only fragmented images of what was, muted words that loose their potency each time I replay them in my mind. And my heart, the hopeless dreamer, can never cease to let go of those moments. It can never just let time pass. 

No illness shall prevail!

Sweater: Studio 1220, Pants: Mom's, my bunny, Bella

So today I woke up feeling miserable. I am assuming I picked up some sort of illness at Coachella this weekend. I couldn't get up, didn't go to school, didn't go to rehearsal, didn't go anywhere for that matter and I almost didn't post something today. But you all are in luck as my OCD cannot bear to leave one single day unnaked. Today's post is a "Sick Day" outfit that I put together: a comfortable sweater and yoga pants. It's perfect because it gives you that effortless relaxed look. And sometimes it seems that all you need to make you feel just a little bit better is a good outfit that makes you feel better about yourself. So next time you're feeling depressed or sick or just.. not right, try to wear something that makes you feel good about yourself. You'll be surprised how different you may feel. 

Day 30: That Tuesday in April Years Ago

"There are some days that pass by fine. When the present is too full to have room for the past to haunt me. When time itself finds a way to cast a shadow against what I have left behind–what has left me behind. Yes, many days pass by just fine without you. 

But there are days when I cannot cope. Days when I feel as though every piece of my heart and every atom that makes up my body belongs to and exists only for you. There are some days like today. Days that find me standing like a loyal old dog by place where I first saw you, waiting. Just waiting for the moment when you will return to me. When I will see you in the familiar place you once called your own. It is days like these that weigh my heart down with the heavy anchor that I have come to know as Nostalgia. Days that I not only wish I could go back but also believe that my wanting will some how transport me to those early days with you. 

Not a day goes by that I don’t remember. Not a day goes by anymore that I don’t remember you and what was. What made me so happy. And each day I live, I spend a year ago that same day. Just trying, believing, and aching for those moments again. Moments with you and moments when I was in your absence. But you were still there. And I had you to look forward to. I miss the way I felt when you were with me. I miss walking away slowly because I knew if I held my gaze just a little longer I may get to see you just for one more moment. I miss listening to the songs that remind me of you and transcribing every single word you said to paper so they would never be lost. I miss the mornings. Mourning. And yet you probably don't even remember. Do you? I miss what morning once meant to me. I miss the way it felt to dream about you with the feeling of hope that it could be. I miss how you were my everything. But mostly, I just really miss you.

Each day still passes. There is nothing I can do to change that. And while most days pass just fine, there are still those other days. The days when I am not only in your absence but also in the absence of light. And it is those days that keep me up late at night wondering how much of my life I missed today."

This was written three years ago today. Perhaps not to the date, but to the day. I remember because it was a Tuesday. Today is Tuesday. This was a piece I wrote in my creative writing class; something I had written in my journal that we kept daily. I cannot remember what it was for; I think maybe it was a excerpt from the novel I was attempting to write at the time. Anyways, I was looking through my old bookshelf today and found this while scanning through my old journals. And because I wrote this today–three years ago, I felt compelled to share it with you today. And also, there is a sort of truth that rings out from what I wrote. I feel as though, I almost wrote this some three years ago knowing that one day it would mean something to me–something greater than I could fathom at the time. It's interesting, I think, to look back on your life, thinking about the things that perhaps once didn't make sense or matter to you and then comparing it to today. Seeing how God or fate or your pure intuition gave you things that didn't make sense then, but somehow mean everything to you now. That's what this excerpt was to me today. Whether it was God or fate or just my intuition, something out there knew, I would need this one day. Need it, and finally understand. So I hope you enjoyed it. 

Today, I haven't been feeling well and I'm worried that I may be getting sick so I'm going to make the rest of this post short.

This isn't Woodstock, man

Skirt: NYC, Top: Forever 21, Headband: Papaya, Shoes: Aldo

Wearing this outfit today, I got many comments from people at school saying I look like a hippie or an indian or something "indie". And looking back at this photo now, yes, I do too think I look a little bit like a hippie. Regardless, what I love most about this outfit is the "flowy" nature of it. I feel as though I, myself, am the wind. Light and free. The lace top adds elegance to the outfit without making the ensemble too busy with the bright skirt below. The patterns and styles of the two main pieces compliment and also match each other. 

Thanks for reading! Have a good night!

Day 29: The Road Ends Here

Almost a year ago, I thought I had lost my purpose in life. Something had changed–a lot of things had changed–and I could no long find a reason to be. I would ask myself, what was my reason to ever get out of bed in the morning–to wake up, and live? A year later–today–I still am absent in the presence of purpose. For reasons the same and for reasons different. Today, I am without purpose, without reason, without a plan. For once, I am living without a plan. And it's frightening, you know, living without a plan. At least for me it is as I have always been the typical Type-A who schedules her trips to the bathroom and what not. But now it's different and plan or no plan, life is changing and it's out of my control. Because as this year ends, we ("we" being us seniors) find a change in era. Come June, we will take those final steps that close the the circle of yet another year. Bringing us to the same place we stood last year and the year before that and the one preceding that one. Everything will be the same, but one thing. There is no more circle, no more guided path that leads us over and over again down the same track that we've been on for the past four years–or rather, for most of our conscious lives. And I worry; because this time as I take my final steps that close the space and lead me to the place where I've stood many times before, the sidewalk will end. It will crumble at the touch of my left shoe, pieces falling to the dirt. Everything I was, everything I am, everything I was not, everything I am not is waiting for me to let go–to fall. Fall, into my next circle–my next era. Though I don't feel ready and as much as I would like to travel along my circle just one more time, one more year, signs show now.. the road ends here. It's time to fall. The road ends here, and there is nothing more I can do but fall. Fall, and hope that I fall into the place where I am meant to be. 

Back From Planet Coachella

Shirt: Coachella, Vest: Forever 21, Tights: Rite Aid, Shoes: Mom's

Close up of my Coachella shirt

So today's outfit was very much Coachella-inspired (if it's not apparent already). I bought this shirt Sunday at the Coachella Boutique for $35 if I remember correctly. It's much colder back in San Diego right now so I wore the T-shirt with tights and my faux-fur vest. I wore the old pair of combat boots that I found in the attic a couple weeks ago. These boots are in fact real combat boots; that is to say, these hurt like a mother if you are dumb and kick yourself in the shin like me. My mom wore these boots in the 80s when she dressed up like those in Mash. As for my choice of hairstyle, (which I feel necessary to address in this post) it too was inspired by the looks I have seen this past weekend at Coachella. Coachella has become know as a huge event across the nation. Not only known for the amazing music it features but also for the eccentric and modern-hippie styled people that roam the grass field during the festival. Needless to say, I picked up a few new ideas from those I saw around me this weekend. One being this hairstyle–two buns. As I call them, Space Buns. You can wear them high or low, they still look awesome–funky, fun, and incredibly easy to do. 

Thanks for reading! Comment if you like it, I'll love you forever!

Stay unnaked. 

Day 28: Technical Difficulties/Free

I am in an area that has very little cellular service/internet access so this post will be short. The true "Day 28" post will be up tomorrow morning. In the mean time, enjoy this picture of me on a stripper pole.

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Currently back in San Diego, I have successfully made it through my first Coachella Music Festival and am now feeling the nostalgia that follows such an amazing experience. Sunday was filled with last minute crazy adventures with some of the greatest people I know and amazing shows that I will never forget. As I write this now, I am listening to songs that I heard live only a short 24 hours ago. I am so grateful for having the opportunity (and the funds) to be able to go to Coachella this year because it has been more than just an phenomenal weekend filled with music, art, lights, dancing, and incredible memories. In its own unusual way, my weekend at Coachella has helped open me up to life again. It allowed me to forget about everything that usually haunts my mind on a daily basis and just be where I am–here. Or rather, there, at Coachella. There was no where else I could imagine being than where I was. I was "in the moment"–I was free. I think that is what I'll miss most about Coachella. Not the outfits or the dancing or even the music. I'll miss the freedom. The feeling of no goal other than that of having an amazing time. But if I have learned anything this weekend, it's that freedom is not a place. Freedom is something that comes when you are able to feel yourself again. When thoughts are second to what you feel. That's what this weekend was. I cannot tell you at all what I was thinking this weekend. Frankly, I don't remember nor care to dig into that vast pit I call my mind. But I can tell you what I was feeling, and it was beyond words really. But to sum it up in just a short little adjective, I was happy. And "happy" is something I hope to care with me now. Even though now the sun has set over my weekend at Coachella and a new day must begin. 

Goodbye Coachella 

Shorts: American Apparel, Shirt: American Apparel, Shoes: Rite Aid

Final time in the Do LaB

 Snail Art

Nice little message to remember

The glories of Coachella

My love, Grimes

Vampire Weekend was amazing

 Chili Peppers from afar

Final view of Coachella as I left

Be Free

Day 27: Day 2 of the Desert

Here is a photo montage of Day 2 at Coachella. I feel it describes today better than I could sum up at the wee hour of 2 am. Enjoy! I promise regular posts will come soon!

The Indian of Indio

Top: Tilly's, Shorts: Forever 21, DIY Toms, Tan belt, Headband: Papaya 

Pre-Fest Dress, in the condo

Sitting during Bat for Lashes

(I was so tired, I fell asleep during the show. 

From what I saw, the show was awful but we got an amazing spot for Major Lazer.)

Second wind before Major Lazer

Major Lazer intro

Major Lazer crowd-rolling..

Crazy stuff at Major Lazer

No idea who this guy is but he was freaking awesome

She runs with the Indians

Coachella at dusk

The sun goes down and the colors come to life

Love Franz Ferdinand, got to the front of the stage

Hands up for FF!

All hail the snail! 

(We finally found it)

Goodnight people of the Internet. Dream good dreams. Stay tuned for tomorrow's post!