Day 26: Confidence

      Old Navy blouse, True Religion corduroys skinny pants, denim TOMS.
      I often look at myself in the mirror and think to myself: "I am so sexy, not even my eyes can help from watering at the sight of my gorgeous features.  You're perfect Mads."  Yeah.  Bet you didn't know that I did THAT in my spare time. 
      Anyways, today was most certainly NOT one of those moods this morning.  Today I felt like I wasn't my normal sparkle-when-you-see-me self.  I was less then that.
      Like Gary Galindo says: "Its all about attitude."  So I drank three cups of coffee and made it through the day with a huge smile on my face, practically bouncing off of the walls.
      Speaking of the big guy, its Gary's birthday!  Sometimes I'm pretty positive my friends like my dad more then they like me.  I cant blame them.  I have an awesome father.  He always says these little things that boost your day up and make you think...  I call them "Philosophies by Gary".  Hes a very sweet dude.  He has many nicknames including GareBear, G-swag, Lary, and Retard.  I just call him Daddy (and Retard).  Happy birthday old man!
      Today was National Coffee Day, so it was only appropriate that I drink three cups of coffee, right?  Coffee is the light to the darkness of morning.  The guarantee that you'll make it through the next six hours without falling asleep.  It tastes good too, so that's a bonus.  Of course, that is my opinion.  Many people find coffee repulsive.  Well, I find water to be disgusting.  Sue me.
      Coffee is the reason I can get up in the morning, look at myself in the mirror, and ensure myself confidently that I'm the best I can possibly be.  Its all about attitude.

Day 25: The Deadliest Weapon

      Forever 21 skirt, "HELLA" shirt by Fujii App(ar)le, black Vans.
      DAY 25!  That's a quarter of 100 days.  25 days is a long time.  But time flies when you're having fun.  So, I mean, lunch is a pretty fast half-hour of my life.
      Life is great.  Life is a good thing that God gave us.  There is one thing that no matter what, though, as teenagers we cant change in our beautiful, marvelous lives.  That thing is homework.
      Homework.  Even if we choose to ignore it, its gonna come back and bite us.  Figuratively of course. But it can literally ruin our lives.  Because homework is the inescapable thing that our PARENTS can dangle over our heads and tease us with.  Its a weapon.
      I wonder what being an adult is like... Not having to get graded on what you do.  At least not on an "A-F" scale.  When you're an adult you can talk your way in and out of things, while with homework assignments: Its pretty straight forward, not to mention a pass or fail.
      The story of Pandora's Box was the tale of when a woman named Pandora received a box as a gift, which she was instructed NOT to open.  She was extremely tempted by what was inside, and she idiotically opened the box to see what it contained to cure her curiosity.  Out of the box dashed all of the evils of the world like "war", "greed", "fear", etc.  There was one small light in the very bottom of this box: Hope.  Hope that we can overcome the evils of the world.  What a crappy gift.
      The "hope" of the evil of homework..... Extra credit.
      EXTRA CREDIT!  Its a symphony of angels to any students ears.  Its free points.  It makes us feel as if the joke is on the teacher: "HAHA you gave us extra credit, even if you hate my work you're FORCED to give me points MUAHAHAHA".  It makes the poor, depressed, lost student feel powerful and worthy.
      At least until the next homework assignment rolls around.  Then we go back to being the victims.

 

Day 24: Ponder

      Charlotte Russe dress, brown belt, sandals.
      There are two things I will never do.  First, go on a diet.  I love food way too much.  Second, pretend to be something I'm not.
      I'm not popular.  I'm not glamorous.  I'm not a straight A student.  But you know what, that's just fine with me.  Because I'm okay with being ME.  I love being me.  Being me has its ups and downs, but that's called being human.  A human being.  I'm totally alright with having problems in my life because EVERYONE has problems. 
      Everyone is guilty of saying how their "life sucks", even I am.  But remember that life is a gift.  So treat everyday like it is.
      Just think about it.  Ponder.  Be yourself.
      &Smile.

Day 23: Its That Time of Year Again

     Floral blouse, jeans (that are WAY too big for me), Vans hightops.
     Everyone is officially in homecoming mode.  Really, no big deal its not like its in two weeks from now.  Out here in Danville, CA, homecoming is more then just a dance.  Its an event. 
     Homecoming week is my favorite part of homecoming, not the actual dance.  It means crazy outfits, tons of preppy spirit, and best of all:  People getting ASKED to homecoming.  People are so creative nowadays with the way they ask their dates.  I think its adorable.
     Alas, I once again will NOT be asked to homecoming.  Third year running, that must be a record or something?  Oh well, I'm so used to it that it doesn't even affect me now.  Plus the only guy Id want to ask me isn't going to.  So really, its fine.
     I'm not even going to the dance, so even if I did get asked, Id have to be my normal heart breaker self and say "no".  So to all of my many admirers, don't get any ideas now...  I don't want to be put in that position.
     I don't need a date or a dance though, no.  I mean Monte Vista is going to have an incredible homecoming and everyone is going to have a great time, but its just not for me.  I have my spirit and my crazy outfits and this blog.  I'm a happy camper.
     For all the men out there looking at this blog:  God knows that all these lovely ladies are frantically choosing what they're gonna wear to homecoming.  So start to think about what you're gonna wear, match your date and look sharp and put together, but throw a little bit of yourself into your outfit too.  Tuck in your shirt, be a man.

Day 22: Laziness

     Pink dress with sparkles, black floral tights, oxfords.
     I'm really lazy if you haven't noticed.  I haven't updated this yet and I was supposed to on Friday.  Hope you guys don't have too high of expectations from me.
     My theme was sparkles by the way... If no one saw that it was basically written across my forehead.

Day 21: Nothing

      Sparkly cardigan, pink flower shirt, tan shorts, Toms.
      I just can't write.  Sorry.
      Ally and Alex, I love you though.

Day 20: BAM!

      Sparkly tank top, light denim blazer, cross necklace, black shorts,blue and black oxfords.
      My theme is pretty apparent this week, in fact, my wonderful friend Blake has named the theme BAM!  So that'll give you a hint I guess on to what my theme is if you haven't guessed by now.
      Today, I had an audition for a play that I'm doing in Play Pro, since I'm in Play Pro this year.  I dunno I'm kind of a big deal.  Anyways... My audition:  It made me realize something.  Every aspect of my life is completely out of my power, but that all I can do is try to reach my goals.  And that's all I can do.
      My willpower is pretty strong though.  If I really motivate myself to do something, Ill normally get my way.
      Other things are just completely out of everyones reach though.  Like boys.  No matter how hard you try, boys just don't pick it up.  Self-determination just isn't something that works out with trying to get a man.  If things are meant to work out, then they will fall into place.  If they aren't meant to work out, then trying is just a waste of time.  Girls like to waste their time, clearly.  Were all a little guilty of that.
      I wonder why we try so hard.  Not just with men, but with things like hair and makeup and outfits and the things we say and the stuff we post online.  If no one cared, I then we could all wear comfortable running shorts to school, never get mascara in our eyes, and this blog (in theory) wouldn't even exist.
      Good thing we all care, I know you all enjoy my blog so much.

Day 19: Words Will Hurt

      Sparkly Free People dress over pink cami and black tube skirt.
      As a living and breathing human being, I have certain inalienable rights.  One of these rights is protected by the first amendment: Free Speech.  This blog is an incredible opportunity to tell everyone what I'm completely free to say and you'll listen and I wont get in trouble.  You cant do that in most classrooms ladies and gentlemen...
      Speaking my mind is a trait of mine that I'm both very proud of and I find very dangerous.  I'm a very blunt person, and sometimes my words hurt the feelings of those around me.   I'm not about to change the way I am though.  Those who are close to me have learned to deal with how I say things.  If you aren't used to my sarcasm and honesty... Just deal.  Sorry.
      Yet, I still have friends.
      I just need to say something:  I have amazing friends.  I'm serious, I don't know HOW I got so lucky to have such incredible friends in my life.
      They must hate me though at this point, I even get sick of myself sometimes.
      Friends are people in your life who you know will always be there for you no matter what the crazy world throws at you.  And you know this world... It loves surprising you whenever it can.  The universe loves to mess with you.  Mother Nature must wake up and think to herself "Who's day can I ruin?"...
      I'm pretty convinced that I'm at the center of the universe, as long as the matter is up.  Aside from Mother Nature punishing me for being in the center, its like I can put out a vibe for something to happen and it just will happen... Someone should compensate me for this power.  I think it has to do with my telekinesis.
      Thank you Vanessa for reading my blog everyday and being in my picture, you make me feel like a superstar!  Thanks to Ben Panconi for awkwardly posing in today's picture...

Day 18: Telekinesis

     Sparkly blouse, floral skirt, white belt, nude sandals.
     There are a couple things in life that I wish I could do in life.  Among these is telekinesis.
     Even though this dream seems nearly impossible, I still have faith in myself that through the proper training I can move things with my mind.  If I could throw things at people with my conscience, I wouldn't have to pay for cable.  Id be set with entertainment for life.  Not that I pay for cable as it is, that's what Gary and Susan are for.
     My parents provide me with everything I need.  I don't understand how I'm expected to move out in two years.  I still want free laundry service and free food.  And free cable.
     But I'm not a total lazy slob all the time.  I pay for some stuff... Like my clothes for example.  I pay for those.
     Can you even believe this?  I'm a JUNIOR in high school.  I'm still a child, expected to mature into a young woman.  Thank you society, for pushing me toward maturity.  Where were the days where i just sat around in laundry baskets watching Spongebob Squarepants.  Was I the only one who did that? Guilty.
     I'm not going to stop acting like child though.  I still intend to sing at the top of my lungs when I feel like it and cry when I fall down and scrape my knee.  Not in front of my peers though, that's simply public humiliation and cant afford that.  Of course I could always cover up the embarrassment with lifting up objects with my mind.

Day 17: Thank You

     Monte Vista spirit tshirt, jean shorts, black Vans.
     Another red and black attack day approached, and I gave in and just wore a tshirt.
     BUT, it didnt intervene with my theme for the week!  Did anyone guess it?  That was question was retorical and unnesacary because im just going to tell you... DENIM. 
     Denim is what makes the world go around.  Denim and gravity.  It is the the pants of all humans.  They can be casual, for working, for dates, for parties, for fun... really they can be worn anywhere.  Except at country clubs. They think that they are too good for jeans.
     People actually read this blog... I was so shocked when people started coming up to me and saying "thurnumbus" then opened their arms to embrace me in a hug.  I really love that you are reading this blog, it makes me so happy.  It also, however, puts a lot of pressure on me to live up to it.  I mean, Ill try to...  But if I dont, then youll just have to take what I give you.

Day 16: Fall is Coming for You

      Nude Urban Outfitters bandeau, green Urban Outfitters tank, dark wash capris, purple Toms.

     Congratulations students!  15 days down… were 1/12 of the way through the school year!  That’s not that bad, right?  I mean sure, that doesn’t count the weekends or holidays in between, but it’s still do-able… Right?  Well, we really don’t have a choice.  So I guess it’ll have to do.

     This was a great day for fashion at Monte Vista.  I saw some great pieces on different people that I loved… and others that made me want to vomit.  Here’s what I did like:  1.Knit sweaters… 2.Army boots… 3.Cargo pants… 4.The color yellow… 5.Pants.  Items 1, 2, and 3 were seen a lot together today.  Item 4 is making a serious comeback (kind of like blazing red pants).  Finally… Item 6: Pants…

     IT’S FALL!  Pants are beginning to become comfortable to wear again, due to weather changes.  Since wearing pants isn’t going to give us heat stroke anymore, jeans are beginning to pop up everywhere.

     Ahh fall… the season of all things mellow.  Fall is the one time of year where you can pretty much do whatever you want.  Or at least on the west coast you can!  The sun is still shining (which means pool time), but it’s not blistering (which means calm, cool walks).  Everyone is happy during the fall. 

     Then winter hits.

     Enjoy the fall season everyone.  It’s a gorgeous time of year.  I’m sure Instagram will be hit by pictures of changing leaves and other things that have to do with nature.  I personally can’t wait.

     The thing I saw that I didn’t like today: BLACK.  I’m pretty sure I counted at least 10 people at Monte Vista that voluntarily wore all black.  Head to toe.  Eye makeup and all.  It was quite a sight.  God gave us colored vision for a reason.  Wear colors.  Period.  All black isn’t wrong all the time though, don’t get me wrong.  You can always throw in a pair of colorful shoes, a fun necklace, or if you’re really that dark, a nice bow in your hair.  All black with no splash is scary.  Just say no.

     My apologies to Goths’.  We’ve all been there.

Day 15: Cyber-space

      Black tube top, blue maxi skirt, jean jacket, sandals.
      Its amazing how fast things spread now.  Information is everywhere for us, and we literally put our lives on the Internet.  That's just what our generation is.  Its how we pick up trends for the outfits we wear and how we behave.  Its what we lean on to get our need-to-know info.
      There are three main sources of cyber posting going on in the small town of Danville, CA.
      1. Facebook:  Facebook was the starting point of all social networking that we were aware of (besides MySpace, and thank goodness that didn't last).  Most of us still have Facebook today, but we don't utilize it quite the same way.  Back in the day (7th grade), we used the site for frequent status updates and quizzes that take up multiple home pages... Nowadays, we use it for pictures and to write on our friends walls (and to do the occasional stalking), but we don't spend as much time on Facebook as we do on...
     2. Twitter:  "Twitter is the new Facebook", as some like to say.  Its a place where you can tweet whatever you want whenever you want, simply because that's what its meant for.  Twitter is new to some people, but to me, its older then Facebook.  My eighth grade core teacher made me a Twitter as a joke, and I actually used it.  I got so much crap about having a Twitter from my closest friends for over a year because, without exaggeration, I was the first of the all people I know to have a Twitter.  Now, I'm no longer a solo tweeter.  Welcome children... Tweet away.
     3. Instagram:  For all those cool kids out there who have iPhones (which is a thurnumbus amount of Danville students), you know that Instagram is the way to go.  On Instagram, you can add different effects to any photo that you take and share it in one place with your friends.  At first, it was just a way for us to make us look like professional photographers because we can make photos look vintage looking.  There has recently been some drama on Instagram... So early for it to be having drama?  I guess we'll see how long this social network lasts...
      Be careful what you put on the Internet.  Seriously though, I mentioned the drama on Instagram:  People got hurt through that drama, but it was because of the ridicule of a girl who put a ridiculous photo of herself out there for everyone to see.  It was tecnically her fault and I have no empathy, sorry.  If you don't want to be judged, then don't put it out there.  Just be careful.
      On a light and fluffy note: I matched my beautiful friend Ryan Spencer today!
      Now go tweet.

Day 14: Television

     Sea foam green sweater, animal print tank top, jeans, brown sandals.
     I'm a TV junkie.  Plain and simple.  I love sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn watching crappy reality television on a Saturday afternoon when I could be living my life to the fullest getting fresh air and Vitamin D.  TV still sounds fine to me.
     Sometimes, there are shows that come around and change you forever.  Mine are 30 Rock, Survivor, and Parenthood.
     Today, Parenthood will be airing a new season at 10pm on NBC and Survivor will start its new season at 8pm Thursday on CBS.  It feels like dream.  Like a wonderful TV dream that is finally coming true.  Ive been waiting ALL summer for these shows to come back on.
     Television is what motivates me to do my homework: knowing that by the end of a long week of homework, that Ill be able to curl up in a pathetic ball and watch Tina Fey on NBC Thursdays.  Its what makes the school year alright.  Television. 
     On days like today, when I finish my homework early and have the opportunity to stay up late, I let myself watch television.  But for some reason... Just starting this year... I feel guilty for watching TV on a weekday.  As if I'm doing something wrong.  I'm not doing anything wrong at all, in fact I'm doing everything RIGHT!  So why do I feel as if I shouldn't let myself have the joy of TV?
     I hope you all know that this guilt isn't going to stop me from watching my shows, trust me, Ill get over myself.
     Thank you to Ivy Allen who called my sea foam green sweater "A good color on me".  That compliment (and the many of you who mentioned the word "thurnumbus") made my day!

Day 13: Thurnumbus

     Printed BP blouse, purple cami, capris, jeweled sandals.
     I had a HORRIBLE weekend.
     But thats in the past.  I like to think of Mondays as the recovery of the weekend and the fresh start to the week.  We all know that by Tuesday, we just give up.  So I make the best out of Mondays.
     A new theme is what I like to consider my recovery for the weekend and my fresh start to the new week.  Hopefully, this week will be an easier theme for everyone to figure out.
     I discovered something on this lovely Monday that shocked me, but I have to begin by defining this word,:
     "Thurnumbus" (thur-numb-bus) : a huge amount of enthusiasm for something.
     I love to use an expanded vocabulary, as many of you may know.  So one of my words that I use literally on a daily basis, sometimes a couple times, is not actually a word.  My little sisters friend introduced me to this word a couple months ago.  I loved it and knew I had to make it a part of my lingo.  Ive been walking around thinking Im all smart by using thsi word as much as possible, and when people ask me what "thurnumbus" means, I act all wiser and im like "How could you not know what it means?!", as if its common knowledge.  TURNS OUT, my sisters friend LIED to me.  Its not a word at all.  She made it up.
     So, in order to gain back some of my vocab integrity, I vote that everyone tries to use "thurnumbus" at least once throughout the day.  Because seriously, its a good word.  I think it would make a great addition to Websters dictionary.  Ill write them a letter.  If you use the word "thurnumbus" in front of me any time this week, I will give you a hug.  A huge bear hug.  What more could you ask for?

Day 12: Spirit

     Black lace Urban Outiftters top, red lace cami, jean shorts, Lucky belt, black denim Toms.
     RED AND BLACK ATTACK DAY was today!  We had an unbelievable rally and everyone was decked out in their red and black.  Our rally chairs and leadership did an amazing job.
     Anyone guess this weeks theme?  I wouldn't have been able to.  This weeks theme was that I wore my hair "up" somehow.  I always wear my hair down, and my theme consultant (the lovely Lexi Fujii), thought it would be a good idea to change it up completely.  I hope I satisfied.  My themes will be easier to figure out from now on, I promise.
     Even though spirit days are over, I won't be losing my spirit.  Especially in this blog, even though the last couple of blogs have been lacking energy... I'll be sure to pull something off.  Until then... this post is complete.

Day 11: Blah

      Red headband, purple flannel, jean shorts, cowboy boots.
      Today was "blah".
      A "blah" day is a day that has no sentiment to it. No "wow factor".  Today was just "blah".  It was just... a Thursday.
      Today was Howdy theme at school and the entire campus was filled with flannel, denim, and leather.  It was like a joyous redneck holiday.  The best outfit of the day that I saw was my good friend Alex Moscow.  She definitely had a western thing going for her, but also kept her classic hipster style by throwing in a Jimmy Hendrix tshirt that was absolutely adorable and appropriate.  Her outfit was the best of both worlds.  Majors props Alex.
      Tomorrow is Red and Black Attack.  We also have a rally!
      Ahh rallies... The ultimate source of pep.  I like rallies. They remind me that high school is a diverse place with such different people, but at the end of the day we have the same goal... To distract ourselves from education for only a couple of minutes.  Not to mention our incredible rally chairs are hilarious and make the whole school smile!  Good luck tomorrow Cameron and Jason! 
      Lets make tomorrow a "WOW" day.

Day 10: Shades of White

Floral sheer blouse, pink cami, jean shorts, orange Old Navy flip flops, beads.

     Well, Labor Day has passed.  So you know what that means: No white until the New Year.

     It has been considered a fashion faux pas for years and years to wear white after Labor Day.  If I told you that I knew why this is the case, I'd be lying.  So if you really care so much, go look it up... I just don't have the time to bother doing it when I could be doing other things instead.

     ...Anyways.

     White is a pretty significant color.  My friend Amy here, as you can see, has already worn white, and it has been two days since the Labor Day weekend... So, willpower may not be her strongsuit, but at least she looks nice.  I challenge you to see how long you can withstand without white being the prime color in an outfit.  If you last until January, I'll be a proud friend.  If you last until Sunday... Well I will be a little less then shocked.  Good luck.

     Today was "Aloha Day" at school.  Don't I look super tropical?  Thought so.  Ally sure as heck looked like she was ready for a day on the beaches of Hawaii... That is, before she got a dress cut. 

     Ally got a dress cut right as class started, and so by the time she went down to the office, took off her pants, and exchanged them for new ones, the teacher was well into the lecture and Ally missed it.  Hmm... Dress cuts taking away from education?  Interesting...

     Ally rocked those shorts though.  Like some kind of sexy sports model.

     Tomrrow is "Western" themed day.  Have nothing to wear?  Take a pair of boots and match it with jean shorts, a brown top, and braids.  You'll fool anyone into thinking you're a cowgirl... Probably not though.  However, people will understand that you're making an effort and all while looking adorable!  And fpr any of you boys out there... Tuck in your shirts into your FULLY pulled-up-pants like real cowboy gentlemen.  A nice change, wouldn't it be?

    



Day 9: Pasta

 

     Urban Outfitters jean jacket, red dress, brown belt, cowboy boots, gold headband.

     Due to my busy schedule last week, I deprived myself of my favorite thing in the world: Food.  Actually, that's a lie.  My favorite thing in the world is shopping.

     So because of the lack of my second-favorite-thing-in-the-world, I binged.  In fact, I made over five dozen cookies for a block party, and by the time I walked them up the street... There were four dozen.

     My indulging didn't just stop at sweets though... I had many salty snacks, chewy wonders, and a multitude of meat.  And of course some fruit too, I'm trying to watch my figure.

     The one thing that made me stop eating... Whole wheat pasta.

     Umm, excuse me?  Who invented whole wheat pasta?  

     Whole wheat pasta is like the nerdy, younger-brother of all pastas.  Gary made an incredible pesto, and I didn't enjoy it as much as I could have because it was served with whole wheat pasta.  I think I'll take the extra calories of regular pasta to enjoy the goodness of my fathers homemade meal.  Apparently it's healthier for you.  Well dirt has more protein than an Oreo, but you don't see me eating mud for dessert.  Unless "pie" comes after the word "mud", then we'll talk.

     A new week is a new start for opportunities that are... new.  I thought today I'd go a little western with my outfit choice as a change.  I found out later this afternoon that this week is a theme week for Monte Vista and that Thursday will also be a day for country apparel.  I suppose I'm just ahead of the game.  Get on my level.

     Thank you to Jamie and Lexi for looking stunning today... As usual.

Day 8: Red and Black Attack

      Red H&M blouse, jean shorts, denim Toms.
      Todays outfit was going to be much different then originally planned.  I found out last night, however that today was Red and Black attack day due to tonights football game.  So I made some adjustments.  I guess I'm just that school spirted...
      Unfortunately, I didn't incorporate my week-long theme into my outfit.
      The theme, by the way was PATTERNS.  There are so many more brilliant ideas then that, and I just couldn't think of any I suppose.  So it's now the official duty of Lexi Fujii to make my themes.  Good luck my dear.
      Have a good weekend!

Day 7: Creative Learning/ Dress Code

     Black tube skirt, tribal long sleeved shirt, sandals (all from Nordstrom).
     Today I learned where everything is on the front of my body.  See those peices of tape on my face and clothes? (Those are peices of tape by the way) Those are labels for the anotomical form of every part of the front of your body.  I was lucky enough to have to wear these lovely labels to lunch today for extra credit.
     I wonder if I could get a dress cut for "improper use of tape"?  Nowadays, you can get a dress cut for anything.  If Mother Theresa walked onto campus, I'm sure there would be something on her that the administration would find inappropriate for school. 
     I'm not trying to bad mouth the admins.  Lets get that straight.  I'm simply suggesting that their form of disipline is a little bit unreealistic and so strongly enforced that some people are afraid to come to school.  Could you imagine being a poor little freshman and your principal coming up to you, asking you to put your fingertips at your side, and then proceeding to give you a dress cut during the first week of school?  That's their impression of what the school is now: A bunch of authorities walking around looking you up and down as if you're at some type of prison camp.  Its a little intimidating.
     I do, indeed, feel a little prisioner-like.  I'm always looking over my shoulder to make sure the principal isn't right behind me.  Even though I follow the dress code (out of fear), I still have a strange fear associated with the admins, also known as the people who were put in charge to make school a pleasent, joyful experience.  Now, I'm just scared and angry with them.
     I'm not saying that girls should be allowed to wear booty shorts and strapless bandeaus to school, but the two-inch inseam rule from last year seemed pretty appropriate to me, that way no butts are hanging out and crotches are secure.
     I'm not the kind of person who is all talk and no action.  If the principal ever does try to dress cut me, I'll take that chance to try to share the students side of this situation, even if it gets me in trouble.  I stood up last year for the "I <3 Boobies" braclets and got my way then, and hopefully the same method of calm communication will work again. 
     If not... Wish me luck in real Monte Vista prison: DETENTION.