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!
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.
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