Day 63: Dr. Oz, My Man

     Grey dress, sea foam green sweater, TOMS, black belt.
     There are a few people in this world that I consider myself obsessed with.
     Dr. Oz.
     Dr. Oz is a doctor who always used to appear on Oprah, giving his adorable doctor advice, and now he has his own show.
     He comes out on stage in those scrubs, sliding those purple surgeon gloves onto his hands.  He is generally a sexy person.  Which is creepy, cause hes like 50 and I'm in high school...
     When I listen to him, however, I do feel like a lazy lard because he reads these scary nutrition facts that I can totally relate to because I eat a ton of food.  According to him, I may reach obesity by my 30's if I keep going at this rate.  I should start listening to this man.
     I would work out and eat right, like Dr. Oz tells me to, but Ive had tech week for this awesome play I'm doing called "You Can't Take It With You" (7:30pm December 1,2,3, come see it) and just haven't had time to get up and be active.  That's a valid excuse though.  I get home at 9:30pm and watch the news and blog, where I proceed to crash on the couch, reread my blog post, a realize it doesn't make any sense...  Then suddenly I look up and forget where I am, then I know its time to go to bed...

Day 62: Popluarity Isn't Everything

     Black shrug sweater, yellow skirt, oxfords, grey cami.
     When you are young, your parents teach you that popularity isn't everything.  That being popular and fitting in with the big crowds isn't important.  Sometimes I think parents were never kids.  Growing up is a hard thing to do, and fitting in makes things go a little bit smoother.
      I have many interests.  One of my interests is theatre, so I have a theatre group.  One of my interests is being lazy, that's what my best friends are for.  The point is, I never had to grow up alone, which is fortunate for me.
      The problem is, much like in Communist countries, when you get to where you wanted to be, you become power hungry and want more.
      I like attention.  Who doesn't? 
      Ive had to deal with the fact that I am just okay where I am in my life.  I love my friends and I don't need to be any higher or lower then where I am now.
      Well, maybe higher.  When I become a professional actress of course...

Day 61: Surprises

     Cream sweater, jeans (being held together at the knee by SAFETY PINS), moccasins.
     Thanksgiving break is the awkward break that we don't even necessarily need.  Don't get me wrong, I had a great week off, but I would be okay if they cut that short and just gave us two weeks off in spring break when we are struggling to get through school just waiting for summer.  Either way, I shouldn't be complaining.
     Every year around this time, I ask myself: "Self, what do you really desire for Christmas this year?".  When I was younger, I went big.  My list was handwritten, and I would ask for a bike, a computer, a dog, and a pony all in the same year.  In the list, I would throw in: "I want lots of hugs, kisses, and love from Mommy and Daddy because they are so important to me."  Ya know, trying to fluff it up a little, maybe make them want to get me such extravagant presents.  I didn't work, I normally got some clothes-- crushing my childish expectations.
     This year, when I asked myself the question I do every year... I couldn't really think of anything.  I have everything that I need and most of the things that I want.  A little spoiled perhaps.
     That being said, this year I get the element of pure surprise when I open my gifts.
     I don't deal with surprises well.  Apparently, when surprises occur, the person being surprised normally picks up on some hints by the surprisees before the event takes place.  I don't pick up on hints.  Ever.  Maybe that's why I don't have a boyfriend...
     Ive had many surprise parties occur on my birthday in years past that I honestly did not see coming in any way, shape, or form.  I have fantastic friends who know how to scare the crap out of me.  They scare me so badly every time because I just get so confused!  Its scary being confused...
     I don't like surprises.

Day 60:

     Old man sweater, jean capris, TOMS.
     This post is supposed to be from Friday.  I'm very lazy though.
     I'm ashamed of my outfit, yes.  It makes sense that I would wear it though considering I didn't go to bed until 3:00am the night before. 
     I waited four hours sitting in line for Breaking Dawn, and it was so worth it.  Despite the fact that it was absolutely freezing outside, I was totally warmed up by the fact that I was about to walk into the movie I had been anticipating for months. 
     It was incredible, that's about all I can say.  I don't think I'm going to settle in life for anything less than a vampire husband and a baby to match.

Day 59: Breaking Dawn, at Midnight

      Grey sweater, pink sparkly shirt, black earrings, jeans, Vans.
      I looked like a mom today.  Dressed like it, I mean.  Never been so comfortable, though.  I get why moms wear bulky clothing now.  Props to moms everywhere.
      Despite my appearance today, I am very much a teenage girl underneath:  The premiere is tonight.
      There is something about bloodsucking vampires and smelly werewolves that attract so many girls.  For some strange reason, we spend hours fantasizing about sparkly boys and transformations, obsessing over the idea that it  may be reality, even though we know it could never be.  We don't like to think that life could be anything less then a forbidden love story, filled with danger that is impossibly inescapable, then somehow magically escaping the loose hold of death.
      When all of us grow up, we are going to be very disappointed.  We may even resent our future husbands for not being able to sparkle.  I think I may need to lower my expectations...
      Ive never even had a boyfriend, so my imaginary one is a vampire, simply because I'm allowed to dream.
      While us girls are dreaming of mythical creatures, guys are wishing we looked more like Megan Fox or Selena Gomez.  I suppose that's their version of Team Edward and Team Jacob.
      Im going to go freeze my butt off sitting in a line for three hours now.  The things I do for you, Edward Cullen.

Day 58: An Early Merry Christmas!

      Black lace shirt, pink tank top underneath, jeans, TOMS, blue earrings, black headband.
      One day until Breaking Dawn, pinch me I'm dreaming.
      Three days until Thanksgiving break.  The thing about Thanksgiving is that its just one of those slow holidays that you wait to pass so that you can finally be in the (Christmas) holiday spirit.  Christmas is without a doubt the happiest time of the year.  Its also the most stressful.  Its a wonderful contradiction.  After Christmas is over, you begin to wait for the next wonderful Christmas to come along.
      I'm sixteen, and I feel like Ive already had a lifetime of Christmases.  Its because Christmas doesn't come in just one day, its one day dragged out into an entire month of festivities.
      Oh Christmas, the celebration of a born child who saved us all.  We give each other presents and eat eggnog and dread going to church.  I can already hear the jingle bells.
      Oh my gosh!  I didn't mean to leave out Hanukkah in the holidays!  I enjoy the occasional latke.  I'm a catholic, however, so spinning the dradel isn't my tradition.  I'm more of a stockings by the fire kind of person myself. 
      Unfortunately, I will not have anyone to kiss under the mistletoe this year.  Look at me, I'm talking about it as if Ive had people in the past to share that with.  I can assure you, I haven't.
      I have to start making my wish list!

Day 57: Mood Swings

     Sparkly shirt, pink pajama pants, Uggs, pink earrings.
     Today was pajama day at school, it isnt just me being lazy.
     Do you ever have one of those moods where you go through so many different emotions so rapidly?  I do.
     I find myself laughing at everything going on around me, then all of the sudden being really mad at the world.  Then I cry.  Then Im happy again.  Then I get sleepy, and start to cry again.
     Im a dramatic person, I admit it.  Mood swings like this, however, arent my cup of tea.  I hate feeling like such a mess all the time.  If I could stay a constant mood for a couple of days and just take a break from being so up and down, I would grab that oppurtunity.  It would be a pretty boring couple of days, but at least I would be stable.
     Warning:  Im about to have some serious mood swings due to exhaustion on Friday because...
     IM GOING TO THE MIDNIGHT PREMIRE OF THE TWILIGHT SAGA: BREAKING DAWN ON THURSDAY NIGHT.  I mean, I dunno, I guess Im happy about it.  I have the greatest parents ever for letting me go to this life-changing event.  Im a die-hard Twilight Saga fan.  Im such a teenage girl... Dont judge me.

Day 56: Don't Call Me Sick

      Striped sweater, tribal maxi skirt, silver earrings, nude sandals.
      My ears are ringing, my limbs are aching, I'm pretty sure I'm about to vomit... It can be one of two things:  Sickness, or stress.
      Well, I have an immunity system of a God so I don't think I'm sick quite yet, its definitely the stress.
      The problem with stress is that its so common that you don't get any attention for it.  Wow, that sounds conceited, let me explain that.  As a junior in high school, I'm surrounded by hundreds of stressed out teens.  Its so normal to be stressed out that no one comes to your rescue when you are, because so many other students are managing it as well.  Okay, still a little narcissistic of me, but at least I admit it.
      If it were sickness, well then I would be taking it much more easy then I am now.  I have too much to do to slow down.
      I don't like to admit to being sick when I actually am.  I very much admit it on the weekends and holidays, but most certainly never on the weekdays.  This is partically because I don't want to miss school, but it is also because of my past experiences with staying home...
      When I was in the fourth grade, I got the flu and had to stay home from school for two whole weeks.  I got to do whatever I wanted in those two weeks.  I would lay in my parents bed all day while watching Spongebob Squarepants and eating waffles.  After that year, things were different. 
      Whenever I would want to stay home from school, my parents would ask me if I was absolutely sure, and if I responded yes, then they would say, "Alright, do what you have to do then."  That automatically makes me feel guilty of course!  I'm not going to want to stay home if it sounds like there will be consequences.  Of course the scewed meaning of their words was all in my head, and I'm sure my parents didn't mean for it to sound that way.  However, it did.
      If I then chose that it was absolutely essential for my well-being to stay at home, I would be told to put my phone and computer in the kitchen, go into my room, shut my blinds, and go to bed.  Okay, I know that in context, that is the healthy thing to do, but when my sister comes home and asks what I did at home all day, and she responds with, "Really?  Cause ya know when I stay home sick, Mom lets me watch TV all day!", I feel cheated (Not to mention I despise when people tell me to put MY property in THEIR possession.  I love my phone, and although my parents pay the bill, its one of the few things I can call mine).  It's probably because shes the favorite child.
      I'm just kidding, Susan and Gary don't choose favorites...  ha...
      I'm sure now you can't blame me for my anxiety about getting sick, which I can actually make myself be if I get too stressed out.  Its like a magic trick.  Gary told me I was going to give myself an aneurysm if I keep stressing out like I do.  We cant let that happen, aneurysm means surgery, and surgery means missing school, and you know what that would mean for me...
      My mother is going to get mad at me for this post, because she actually is wonderful when I'm sick and would do anything to make me feel better, but I read in between the lines and focus on me...  Narcissist.

Day 55: Sweet Victory

 

     School spirit shirt, jeans, crew socks, Uggs, hair ribbon, Monte Vista parka.

     So... Monte Vista beat San Ramon in what was possibly the greatest game of high school football in 2011.  Honestly though, it was an extremely close game and both teams played very well.  Good job SR, you guys were great!  (Except for the poor sports who said very rude things to me after the game, though the I know the girls who did, and it wasn't surprising coming from them).  In the end, Monte Vista was victorious!  The pictures of above are of my boy Nathan who helped lead us to victory, and my beautiful friend Nina who cheers for San Ramon. 

     The night was so unbelievable that I forgot to blog!  Like I do most weekend nights...

     My theme last week was yellow, but sorry, I had to finish off the week supporting my Mustangs.

     Sad news, one more week until Thanksgiving break.  That means a whole week of me not blogging!  I really don't know what I'm going to do about it!  It'll be weird not writing for a couple days... Miss me?

     I'm still recovering from our amazing game.  GO MUSTANGS!.

Day 54: Rivalry

      Black pencil skirt, black cami, yellow lacey blouse, red tights, brown cowboy boots.
      Foe, enemy, rival... The person or group you feel the need to destroy.  Possibly to a point of hatred or disgust.   All humans have the natural instinct to win.  Winning is the candy for confidence, its what fuels us to continue to pursue our goals.
      Some rivalry is indescribable and random.  You simply cant remember why you hate your opposer so passionately.
      Rivalry intensifies the process of competition.
      I always feel as if I work harder if I'm beating someone out.  Or if someone is watching me.  Especially if that person is my rival or someone I consider "cool", and I want to show off my skills.  Obviously I'm superior in everything I do.  Just kidding no I don't.
      Knowing how to lose is a skill of its own.  It takes great dignity to lose with grace.  Of course, there is always next time.
      At Monte Vista, the competition of academics is a huge deal.  Being good at school is something that will help you get by in the four years of high school.  Teachers at this school expect us to be scholars by the age of fourteen.  I'm not dumb, but I'm not Machiavelli.  I probably never will be.  Maybe I will, I don't know, but I feel like if I was going to be a philosopher, at this point I would know that would be my profession.  I think that when you're born, you just know you're out-of-this-world brilliant.  You don't even need to compete at that point, you're just pure genius.
      OH, speaking of this rivalry nonsense, Monte Vista is playing San Ramon tomorrow in football, our school rivals...  Isn't that a coincidence?  GO MUSTANGS!

Day 53: Tired

     Yellow shirt, jeans, pink Juicy jacket, sparkly sweater, purple TOMS, purple hat.
     Today was crazy hat day.  I wore a shrug hat that, from the angle of the picture above, looks like more of stoners beanie I'm beginning to realize.
     I own one pair of jeans that fit me.  That's a lie, I have one pair of jeans that KIND OF fit me.  Today, I ripped those jeans.  And just when I thought my day couldn't get worse...
     I have never been so drained emotionally, mentally, nor physically as I was today.  Actually, I'm sure I probably have, but this assumption is purely based off of emotion, not rationality.  How can I be rational when I'm so tired?
     Being tired from the start of the day messes up the entire schedule you are supposed to follow.  I had a pretty nutty schedule this lovely Tuesday:  Get a Starbucks, go to school, participate in school, then have rehearsal from 3:30pm-8:30pm, come home and cry, do homework, cry more, and end up here... In front of a computer... Doing what I love to do, write.  But like I said, today I was tired, so none of this came easy.
     Being so busy like this isn't a question of being manageable or not, because I don't have a choice, I have to find someway to deal with my business.  How you learn to deal with this hectic life is how you keep your sanity.  I do a poor job of that, Ill admit that.  You shouldn't hire me as a life coach.  I'd hire me as like a jest or something.  Or a baker, I can bake.
     Time is a hard thing to manage.  The thing about time is that its constantly changing, but it always stays the same.  Time doesn't slow down for anyone.  Its like the honey badger, it don't care, it does what it wants.  Time will always be moving, but staying at the same pace all the same.  Even if you are having a "slow day" or "fast day", time is still time, and its moving at the same pace.
     Don't try to cheat time, it'd be like cheating the new healthcare plan: You can try, but the government will punish you.  WHAT?!  Who said that?
     Tomorrow is a new day with new opportunities and new open doors.  That's kind of a lot, I should get some rest for this new day ahead of me.

Day 52: Look Mom, Im on the Internet!

     Off-yellow skirt, cream blouse, Letterman's jacket from Urban Outfitters, oxfords.
     I don't even know where to begin.  Well, for those of you who read everyday:  My wonderful uncle wrote an article on this very blog for WalnutCreekPatch.  How unreal is that?  I feel like a superstar.  Here's the link to the article: http://walnutcreek.patch.com/articles/180-days-around-the-closet
     For those of you who don't know me, HI, I'm Maddy Galindo, I write and I enjoy fashion.  See me in the picture up there?  I'm the tall brunette one on the right! This blog is for everyone to enjoy, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
     Wow, I'm so mind-blown.  This blog began as a simple idea to get me to look presentable everyday, and look at me now... AN ARTICLE?!  Progress.
     For those of you who have never read this blog before, I feel a little bad that I may have turned you off with my last post... It was deep.  Just know that I write what is truly on my mind at the time of the post.  I don't write unless I'm passionate about it.  I urge you to read former posts, they are a little lighter and it may help you to understand future posts.  For example, if I use the word "thurnumbus", its because its a made-up word that I explained in an earlier post, so I would look at the defenition in case it comes up in the future (Day 13, if you care).
     I'm so excited right now I can hardly contain it.  I know that I'm officially not talking to myself anymore.
     Thank you so much to my uncle who was so kind to write an article about me, I didn't even know I was exciting enough to be recognized publicly.
     Themes are officially back, and I have one this week.  See if you can guess it...
     If you have anything at all you would wish to share with me about this blog, guess my theme, (or life, Ive been told I'm a good listener), etc., email me: maddy180days@aol.com or mention&follow me on Twitter @Maddy180days
      Today is a good day.  Have a beautiful night.

Day 51: Age, Religon, and Politics... Heavy Stuff, Bro.

     Purple top, darker purple sweater, hightop Vans, True Religion cords.
     I have to get better at these themes.  I really don't know why, but its hard to keep up with.  Ill get better, I promise.
     It has been said that there are three personal things that you are never supposed to ask a person about: Age, religion, and political views.
     Well, I'm in 11th grade, I'm catholic, and I'm a republican.
     Sorry if I offended anyone with that last sentence, I know that people normally aren't that frank in today's society, but the things that I just said define me as an individual and saying them out loud doesn't change who I am to the people around me.  Ive always been who I am, and I'm proud that I can state my beliefs.  They are personal, its true, but I'm not afraid to talk about them because discussion is what makes the world go around.  If ideas continue to be suppressed, soon no one will speak and be afraid of what they are.
     These items come with heavy judgement.  Every age group, religion, and political party has stereotypes that are carried with them.  Stereotypes shouldn't be ignored, but believing in them should not be practiced.  Judgement is a natural action, but it doesn't mean that its right.
     I'm not asking for everyone to write their beliefs on their foreheads and shout it from the rooftops.  If you wish to do that, then go right ahead, Godspeed.  I'm simply saying not to be ashamed in what you practice and who you are.  Everybody is different, and nobody is considered right or wrong.  So respect that in a individual they know what they stand for, and make it comfortable for them to be able to share their ideas if they wish to do so.
     Wow, that was heavy.  On a lighter note, its fashionably acceptable to wear white again!  Hooray!  If you're like me, you'll be wearing white on Monday, its been too long...

Day 50: Optimism

      Winter sweater, blue maxi skirt, sandals, layered necklaces.
      Why am I wearing a skirt and sandals on the first rainy/cold day of the year?  I cant tell you, but it wasnt because I had knowledge of todays weather.
      Happy garbage day!
      Every Wednesday is garbage day in the 94596.  Streets filled with cans of trash lining the streets.  On this lovely morning, I got stuck behind a garbage truck.  Man, do those things move slow.  You see, I was on my way to school and traffic was coming the other way pretty constantly, so I didn't have the option of just moving around this massive truck to continue my daily route to Monte Vista.  So as cars piled up behind me, I patiently waited for the garbage man to scoot along the street and move out of my way.  I yelled a little bit, I'm not very patient.  He moved, finally, and I went on with my day... Although after that incident everything seemed about four minutes off schedule...
      I respect the garbage man, regardless of the fact that he is slow.  This poor guy has to go around to every solitary house, by himself, and pick up the waste left behind by families, bring it into his possession, and take it as his responsibility to transfer the stinky-garbage-juice to the dump.
      Not really a career you strive for.  I'm sure it pays well, though.
      When I was a little girl I dreamed of being a vet, a fashion designer, and an astronaut.  The one dream that will never go away is being an actress.  Its my career choice, actually.  I'm choosing for it to be practical.  I love to act more than I love the air that I breathe, and I'm not intending on breathing in that stinky-garbage-juice for the rest of my life, I choose to act.  It'll happen, and I cant wait to do what I love for the rest of my life.

Day 49: Smarts n' Stuff

     White blouse, Michael Stars rainbow scarf, carpi's, Vans.
     Day 2 of my stressful four-day week.  Today's agenda consisted of an Anatomy test of which I failed miserably.  Everyone I know failed it though, so I'm not wasting my time feeling sorry for myself.
     I think the grading scale is a funny thing.  You get a letter that is a general overview of how well you do.  These small little letters can literally ruin a persons life.  If you don't have good grades, no social life for you.  If you don't have super good grades, no college education for you.  Though, there are some exceptions.  If you are naturally good at a sport, society gives you a pass into college.  Congratulations, you can toss a ball, now tell me:  Whats the Pythagorean theorem? 
     That's what I thought.
     I'm just bitter because I probably wont ever be scholarship worthy of swim team.  My grades aren't scholarship level either, so I'm relying on Gary to get me through four years of expensive, competitive, voluntary education.
     I would like to take a moment to compliment two of my beautiful friends in my picture with me today.  That was a lovely moment.

Day 48: Don't Hate Me

      Here's the deal:  Today's outfit wasn't even relatively acceptable, so I refuse to post a picture of myself wearing it.  SO, here's me on Halloween.  I was a snowflake, if that wasn't clear.
      I looked in my closet this lovely Tuesday morning, and I gazed upon the clothes I own.  I stood there for a good two minutes (which is a long time in morning-years), then I began to accept that I didn't have anything to wear today.  So I put on a shirt and some jeans and walked out the door.
      It hit me around third period why I couldn't figure out an outfit...  I'm weather confused.  You see, winter is settling in, but my body is still telling me its fall.  Actually, its still telling me its summer.  Here in California, you pretty much have "summer" and "winter", not a lot in between.
      Now I have to transition into winter clothes, which only means one thing: SHOPPING!
      Shopping makes me happy.  Pretty materialistic, I know.  BUT, I am about to endure an extremely stressful week and shopping will make the pain of the real world go away for a couple of hours.  Plus Ill have new clothes.
      Because this week is about to kick my butt, I would love cute spontaneous words and actions that will make me smile, so if you provide those, HI: You're my new best friend.