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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.