Day 180: The End

                                                      
     Well, this is it.
     Im sitting at this familiar keyboard, staring at my title.
     "The End".
     Its Over.  This is the end of it.  I finished.  I really finished.  Not the way i had dreamt of, but who cares?  I did it.  I did the whole thing.
     There are 180 school days in each school year.  There are 180 days in this blog.
     I am currently watching the end of the movie Julie&Julia, as we speak.  It just happened to be on television tonight.  She just completed her blog.  Kind of a crazy coincidence, isnt it?  There is a God.
     Im crying.
     There are tears streaming down my face.  Im not even quite sure why.  Its the end of something, but the beginning of it all.
      Thank you.  You looked at the outfits, my commentary, my passions, my pressures.  You looked at it all.
      Thank you for being a viewer.
      Thank you for making me finish.
      Thank you.
      Im not sure whats next for me.  But as for maddy180days.blogspot.com, Im officially signing off.  Thank you.

Day 179: Writers Block

     I have nothing more to say that I can think of.  Ive pretty much put it all out on the table.  Everything Ive wanted to share that is appropriate, I have.  Thank you.

Day 178: June, July, August

     Summer.

     Its the time of the year where you dont have to give a care in the world.  No goals have to be set.  No craps have to be given.  You can have fun.

     Then September rolls around.

Day 177: Opposite of Me

                                           

     Normal.

     :)

Day 176: Mirror Pic

                                         
     I feel like a seventh grader taking a picture of myself in the mirror.  And the peace sign, ew.  It makes me feel young though.  Like I dont have to grow up.  Like I can occasionally pretend that college is a reality, like responsibility doesn't matter.  As if the world is still mine, and I dont have to care about what anyone else thinks or evaluates about me.
      I feel stronger than a seventh grader, however,  I can make my own choices.  My opinions are heard.  I can learn valuable things that I can apply.  I can teach myself.  Im older...

Day 175: Getting Lazy

                                        
     The Giants are my boyz.  Period.

Day 174: Real Talk

     In life, you have to be your biggest fan.  No one else will be.  Believe in more than who you are.  Dream Big.

Day 173: Define X

                                          
     Math is 1+1=2.  That equation will always eequal 2.  No matter how many times you try and flip it around or move it, 1+1 will always equal 2.
     Thats math.
     Math is a mandatory subject in school that teaches you how to solve equations so you can know how to do so later in life.  There will be one answer for the end result of an equation.  A right answer.
     Life isnt like math.  In life, you have choices.  These choices can lead to different outcomes, but eventually you will have to make a choice.  It may not be the right choice, but unlike math, you cant start over and find the correct outcome.  Your choices become permanent.
     In life, you will make the wrong choices.  Whether that means the difference between sticking to a diet, or trusting a boy, or jeopardizing a friendship.  Some choices wont be easy.  You dont have to make these choices alone.
     Math may have a solution, but when defining X, the outcome can be drastically altered.  For the good, or for the bad.

Day 172: College Prompts... The 91st Page of my Memoir

                                          
   
     ...and just when the world thought the blog was done and over, she finished.  She did it for herself. She proved to herself that she could finish something fully and completely without giving up...  

Day 171: The 11th

It could never quite make the top ten.

11.  People.

Just kidding?

Day 170: My Top Ten

1.  Hashtags

2.  SF Giants

3.  Chinning

4.  Aquatic Sports (Anti-Land Sports)

5.  Fanny Packs

6.  Pie

7.  All Things Harry Potter

8.  The Great Indoors

9.  Team Edward

10.  Impressionism

Day 169: Sensitivity

I was born into a family that likes to say whats on their minds.  Its almost like I was trained to never hold anything back.  I have a tendency to just start talking, and sometimes I dont realize what Im saying.  I dont mean to hurt peoples' feelings with the words I say, but some people are just so sensitive that they misinterpret what Im trying to get across.  Ive been called Big Mouth for most of my life, and I guess that makes sense, but nobody ever said that was a bad thing.

Day 168: Circle of Life

     Seniors> Juniors> Sophmores> Everything else ever> Freshman.
     Poor Freshman.  My sister is a freshman this year.
     I wish that they were a little further up in the food chain, but I guess thats just how it goes.  It a cycle.  Eventually they will be seniors and get the privilege we do.  And eventually I will be a freshman in college, right back on the bottom.  Bottom of the food chain, yet again.  They probably dont have a huge social status in college though.  Not the killer popularity strugz like high school.  Everything in high school is so dramatic.  I dont mind it though.  I like high school.

Day 167: Swimming

     I may not be the best, or the fastest, or the one who wins the races, but when I swim, I feel free.
     Swimming is something that Im good at and I wouldnt trade it for the world.  Acting is obviously my true passion, but I couldnt go a long time without jumping in a pool.  Im a very competitive person with myself, and swimming is a very good way for me to set goals for myself.
     Like this blog.  We all know how that turned out...

Day 166: Technology

     Apple recently came out with their new iPhone.  I saw the features of the new iPhone and I thought they were alright, but nothing super new or different.  They features were... Predictable... Expected...
     I can not possibly think of what else people can think of.  I feel as if technology will...Come to a sudden stop.  The gadgets that are out nowadays are incredible.  Id be stumped to think of anything else.

Day 165: FAQ's

     When senior year approaches, there are a couple frequently asked questions that you will get everywhere you go, no matter what, always.
     1.  Are you thinking about college?
     2.  What colleges are you applying to?
     3.  Do you have a boyfriend yet?

     I think all of my answers are generally disappointing to most people who ask.

Day 164: Boy Bands

     In the 80's, there was New Edition.
     In the 90's there was N'Sync.
     In the early 2000's, we had the Jonas Brothers.
     Now, we have One Direction.
     One Direction.  Let me tell you something about One Direction.  I just cant get enough of them.  Heres the thing, when they first came around I promised myself I wouldnt get sucked in like the typical teenage girl, ya know?  I was completly satisfied with my Justin Beiber posters, and I frankly didnt have the time to be obsessed with this new mystery group.
     But then I heard their voices.  Their beautiful, wonderous voices that filled the room when ever they came on the radio.
     And then I saw their faces.  That was it.  They were beautiful.  No five boys have ever been so good looking, and they are all in one place at one time.  Its not even real, except for it is...
     Its official, Im the typical teenage girl.

Day 163: Fun Bun

     Doing my hair is one of the most tedious things.  If I go one day without doing my hair, then I get into this funk where I dont do my hair the next day.  And then dont do it the next day.  Or the next day.  Then i resort to the fun bun.
     The Fun Bun is the bun that sits on top of a girls head and looks like a monkey probably did it that morning.  It isnt a pretty site.

Day 162: Hipster Names

Hipster Girl Names:
-Lucy
-Sunny
-Iris
-Florence
-Talullah
-Haddie
-Clementine

Hipster Boy Names:
-Atticus
-Oscar
-Hugo
-Charlie
-Banjo
-Lief

This, my friends, is your future.

Day 161: College

     College is becoming very real nowadays.  In a way, I dont really want to go to college.  I still feel so young.  Not to mention college apps take up my whole life.  Thats an exaggeration.
     I would like to inform whom ever it concerns, that I am still going into acting.  My dreams will never fade and I hope I can be an example to all of you who want to believe that what you believe is ridiculous, that you need to keep believing in what you believe.  Believe that.  Got it?

Day 160: Social Commentary

     In the long run, this blog was about social aspects way more than fashion.  Though fashion is still very important to me.

Day 159: Back On Track

     Sometimes we get busy in life.  This blog, last year, was a challenge I created for myself and accepted.  158 days and thousands of grammer errors later, I took a temporary break.  During that time in my life, I was in a musical.  I would wake up at 7:00am and went to school, had rehersal from 3:30-11:00pm, then got up in the morning and did it all over again.
     Look at me, making excuses as if its okay for me to do such a thing as give up on this project.
     Well Im here to tell you I am not giving up.
     This blog was my life for a long time and I need to finish it.  So here goes nothing.

Day 158: Red

     Red sweater, jeans, sandals.
     Red is the color of passion.  And blood. And roses.  And paint.  Also sometimes eyes.  But that mostly just vampires.  Vampires are cool, but not as cool as puzzles.  Puzzles are interactive.  But I get bored of puzzles pretty fast.  So then I read books, which have good ideas in them.  I put down the book and do creative things.  Those things dont end up being what I envisioned.  So then I get sad, so I watch TV.  That normally leads to nap.
     I wake up confused most of the time, thats whats bad about naps:  Afterwards you feel weird.  So I drink a soda to refuel.  Then I have shaken leg syndrome for the rest of the day.  So I dance to get the engery out.  I dance with the passion of a warrior!  Red is the color of passion.

Day 157: Birthday

Yellow skirt, green short. Today was my birthday so obviously nothing else in the entire world matters.

Day 156: Friends World

Multi-colored dress, TOMS.
Im so lucky to have such incredible friends in my life, I dont know what I did to get so lucky and have God bless me so much.  Theyre pretty great.

Day 155: Family World

     Blue dress, new sandals.
     I love my family more than anything in the whole world.  I think that's something normal to think of your family.  I would say so.  I spend a lot of time with my family and am not ashamed of them at all.  They get a lot of my attention and I'm so pleased to spend time with them.

Day 154: Poor Timing

A swin suit. I had swim team finals today. I dont want to talk about it. You know, not that I should be making excuses for my poor attendence of pictures, but Im a busy girl and the only time I can blog is from my phone late at night because my mother always seems to have my computer. Google doesnt have picture sharing software for phones so I cant blog with pictures. Excuses, excuses. I know. And eventually Ill put them up but for now, blame Google. Now that swim is over, I get to spend all day with my drama people. Drama is one of what I call my "worlds". I hae four worlds: Family world, Swim world, Friends world, and Drama world. I dont like to mix them together at all. This week Ill briadcast why...

Day 153: Disappointment

Jeans, green top, grey vest. Hot day, in jeans. Desperate times call for desperate measures, an my hairy lega are considered the desperate times. Tomrorrow is the final days of swim though... Wish me luck!

Day 153: Faces

Long skirt, tribal top, sandals. I do this thing where my reflex makes me make weird faces. Like when someone calls my name instead of saying "yes", I respond with a facial expression that is so ugly it might burn your eyebrows off.

Day 151: Legs

Blue maxi skirt, yellow shirt, flip flops. Swimming is almost over for the high school season. That means only one thing to me: I get to shave. I havent shaved in a month. My legs look like godzilla coming out if a long hibernation. Its pretty bad. Whenever there is an awkward silence in conversation I whip out my legs, not because it starts conversation, but because everyone then wants to leave and escape from the terrible sight. That way no one has to deal with dreadful small talk. Your welcome. Im going to miss spring swim team though. Gotcha. Ive been swimming for two hours every day in the blaring sun, so I guess Ill miss the stellar tan I seem to be getting from the constant sun exposer. One step closer to melanoma.

Day 150: Im Sick Again...

     I was sick, so I wore whatever was most comfortable.
     My counting seems really really off, I don't know if I've miscounted... I guess we will see.
     Being sick really inst fun.  I mean, sure, I stayed home from school and got to relax, but I wasnt in the mood to watch TV or movies.  So I cleaned.  Me.  C-L-E-A-N-E-D.  If you know me, I dont clean.  Not at all.  But I did... I was that bored... And as gary always says, "boredom is a choice".

Day 149: Throwback

    This throwback picture is much better than my outfit.  Your welcome.

Day 148: The Wife

     Sparkly shirt, jeans, flip flops, hippie vest.

Day 147: Me and Nellie

     Jeans, purple shirt, heart sweater, mocassins.

Day 146: Haterz Are My Motivatorz

     Crop top, navy blue cami, jeans, TOMS.
     Not everyone in life is going to support your lifestyle.  No matter what it is.  Now stop.
     Look at yourself in the mirror and see what you see in yourself.  The motivation that gets you through the day is inside of you.  A person that has provided the world with a special slice of YOU.
     So if you think you cant do it, please just shut up.  Try.  If you say you cant do it then trust me, you've already failed.  And you can do it.  I promise.

Day 145: Too Much

     Giants shirt, jeans, Vans.
     I have too much to do.  I just take on too many responsibilities because I cant say no to anyone.  I'm just trying to help them out!
     I end up with too much on my plate and not enough time to finish everything I've promised to do.  So I end up working myself to death and feeling miserably tired once I get everything done.
     I forget to take a step back and reward myself every once in a while.  Like on Friday, I had a meet and was invited to a Giants game.  So I went to the game, relaxed, and had a blast with my friends.  Now I have to face another week... It was a nice little break...

Day 144: Loss of Spirit

     Grey dress
     Today was supposed to be "Jimmy Neutron" day which would give the student body the task of dressing like nerds.  This spirit day had been very popular among Monte Vista students for a while.  It means that we can all look like idiots (or sluts, in the case that you are a certain type of freshman girl) and not get ridiculed at all just because it is so much fun to wear big glasses, running shoes with jeans, and drag a rollie backpack around school.
     BUT, the administration decided to alter Jimmy Neutron day into "superhero day" because they didn't want to hurt the feelings of those who actually dress like nerds.  Umm, I'm sorry... What?
     Now id I had time and energy, I would fight this and march into offices with strongly worded letters and petitions, but you have to pick your battles.
     So, I had more of a personal strike.  I just didn't dress up for a spirit day.  A lot of people ended up dressing up like nerds anyways, and I respect that.  Once they start to cancel days like hippie day because it could "potentially be a drug reference", then Ill step in and yell about how utterly ridiculous it is to earase history.  Until then, Ill silently continue to think wearing jeans with running shoes is comfortable, though never something you should EVER wear as a fashion statement.

Day 143: Tragedy

     Rugrats day, overalls.
     I feel much better, thank you for asking.
     Today I watched The Pianist, which is a movie about a victim of the Holocaust.  I couldnt even believe that something that brutal could happen in real life.  Not even 100 years ago these events were occuring.  I was sitting there watching the film thinking this had to be a morid distopia made up in some morbid head.  It was too gruesome.  It happened though.
     In the same day, my father has me watching Saving Private Ryan.  Say a prayer tonight.

Day 142: Sick Day

So, this is awkward... i was sick today. What do I do now?

Day 141: Words

     Bro tank, running shorts, Vans, high socks, hat, lei.
     The spirit week this week is "Slime Time" where they bring all of the old fashioned Nickelodeon shows back to life.  Today was Rocket Power (skater/beach).
     Im reporting my dad for bullying.  Today he called me a fat lesbian.  Well, he technically did.
     Heres what happened:  I came home from a two hour swim practice and was telling my dad how I wasnt going to morning practice.  I may or may not have been simultaneously shoving cookies in my face.  He said that Im going to get huge if I keep doing that and not go to practice.
     Next, I got oout of the shower and put on sweats and a grandpa sweater and walked outside to where my dad was playing catch with my brother and told him that I wanted to go to the store with him.  He took a look at what I was wearing and said that he guessed he was taking his oldest son.
     I heard fat lesbian.
     While that my be me putting words in his mouth, I think its all about perspective.  Okay, I'm wrong, he didn't call me a fat lesbian, but I accused him of it, so SHHH, don't tell him I admitted defeat.

Day 140: The Reason Why

     Red sweater, black jacket, jeans, Vans.
     Why am I wearing a sweater and jeans when California got a tremendous heat wave? Couldn't tell you.
     The reason why I am so superstitious is because bad luck is entirely too real.  Is forgetting to knock on wood, throw the salt over your shoulder, or spin three times when you see a broken mirror or black cat really worth bad luck?  I think not.
     Saturday started like any other day.  I was with my sister and the conversation came up about how yes, I am on my third phone because two got stolen and one was a replacement, and I was saying how crazy it is that with all my bad phone luck how I haven't cracked the screen yet.
     Do you see where this is headed?
     Long story short, I left the phone on the car bumper and it kind of flew off in the middle of an intersection, was left there for a half an hour, and may or may have not gotten run over by 35 cars.  All because I didn't knock on wood.  Coincidence?

Day 139: Holiday

Jeans, yellow shirt, Vans.
Tomorrow is... A special holiday that isnt celebrated by all. For those of you who are celebrating, be careful. In all seriousness, please just be safe.

Day 138: Money

Jeans, purple shirt, sandals.
"Money doesnt buy you happiness".
Thats crap.
Money DOES indeed buy you happiness. Im not saying that excessivly wealthy people arent miserable, but when it comes to the upper middle class, money seals the deal. Our peers except something from us here: Relevance. If you stay relevant with your environment then you wont be ridiculed. Otherwise, youre screwed. Money doesnt just fall in your lap, and unfortunatly for me, Im too lazy to work for it most of the time. Which is a bummer, because the defenition of money is payment that results as a reward for human labor.
Whatever.
Ill just be broke and an outcast. Ill live! Its amussing how we have caste systems so openly in the upper middle class, like our own subsections. We need to get over ourselves.

Day 137: Vacations

     Flowy top, floral skirt, TOMS, sweater.
     Coming back after vacation is a big bummer.  Theres pretty much no happiness in the world when reality strikes.  For example, I know a girl who spent all of her spring break in sunny Hawaii and had the absolute time of her life.  She came back last night and woke up at 5:45am this morning to go to morning practice.  Thats awful, theres pretty much no reason to finishedoff the year, I would have no motivation.  Maybe we should just all not work and let the government run the country for us.  Oh wait, that sounds familiar, and look where we are now...
     Sorry, touchy.
     That is why Im glad I did nothing this break, I came back a little bit refreshed and I didnt have to wish I were where I was yesterday.  No goals, no disappointment.
     What is wrong with me?

Day 136: TGIM ?

     Leopard print tank top, grey cardigan, jeans, TOMS.
     Thank God Its Monday.  Oh wait, just kidding.  I can officially say Monday is by far the worst day of the week.  I feel like crap, thank you for asking.  Today was the first day back from spring break 2012.  I had a blast doing nothing for my week off.  It was a good time.  Now I have school, and its that phase in school when teachers are really pumped about being back from break and starting to learn again, but you know that in a week or two it'll be back to their lazy ways and movie days.
      I feel bad for teachers, they have to deal with not only their cruddy Monday, but 180 student Mondays on top of that.  That's, like, 180 headaches to deal with in one day.  I'm not even a teacher and I get that many student headaches!  I'm so irrelevant to the student body... I need friends.

Day 135: It Begins

Italia sweatshirt, runnin shorts, tshirt, hat, sandals with socks.
Tourist day, if you were curious.
Tomorrow is the end of spring break. Which means Im too depressed for creative expression.

Day 134: Almost Friday...

Nike dri-fits, crew neck.
My poor baby Augie, my little poodle, hurt his leg this morning before morning practice. I was so mortified by this experience that I was late for practice! I was driving in the dark at 5:30am and suddenly realized I didnt pack any clothes for school. Good. So, I managed with what I had and ended up looking like I had just ce back fr a hard workout, hoch I guess technically was true. Everybody wins. Except my dog...

Day 133: Real Life

Black high waisted skirt, sparkly shirt, sandals.
For 133 days Ive been talking about myself or thing about myself that describe me or my lifestyle or my intrests, or whatever. The odd thing, though, is that I dont think anybody would be able to read in between the lines or what or who Im talking about in my posts. Just like there is an alterior motive to the actions you do, there is always someone I want to read a specific post, even if I know he or she wont read it. Think about that...

Day 132: Touchy

     Maxi skirt, pink shirt, purple tank top.
     I hate when people touch me.  I didnt used to be so hypersensitive about people touching me but now I am.  Its weird.  Dont hug me or poke me or pet me.  I dont like it.  Only my best friends can do that, and my future boyfriend who does not yet exist.  Thank you for your courtesy.

Day 131: Mistakes

Bicycle hipster shirt, pants.
Sometimes there are thing that we do in life that we regret. They dont even have to be big things, just things we look back on and wish happened differently. I sometimes wish I could go back. I had the perfect oppurtunity sitting right in front of me I was just too scared to take it. He had a little crush on me, and I had a crush on him. He pursuded it and I denied him. Looking back I was actually really mean to him. Now I wish I could take it back because other girls want him but I promise you that I would treat him better. Too late I suppose.

Day 130: IM SORRY.

Red dress, TOMS, grey sweater.
If I dont have longer posts or all my pictures up by Friday, you may slap me in the face.

Day 129: Recognized

Grey courds, black tank, purple bandeau, sparkle TOMS.
In 2004, the name Madison was the fourth most popular name for naming your baby girl. Now my name is not Madison, its Madeline, but Madeline was something like the eighteenth most popluar. So, when you do the math and add two and two together, you realize that the most popluar name in the continental US is "Maddy". My name.
It could be spelled a million different ways (Maddie, Maddi, Madi, Mady, etc.) but at the en of the day its just simply the same name. If you stood in the middle of a mall and screamed "MADDY" I guarentee that more then a few heads will turn saying "yes?". In fact, if anyone would like to try that out for me I would love to hearthe Statistics.
I hate that I have the name Maddy because Im such an individual. I give people that name their child weird names such a bad time, but maybe Susan and Gary should have stepped up and named me "Apple" or "Six" or "February", I feel it is more suitable.

Day 128: My apoligies...

Cream sweater, purple sports bra, jeans.
You know what, I will eventually hop on these pictures... But please be patient. I am only one woman.

Day 127: shoes...

Light blue cami, white sweater, jeans, Steve Madden boots.
You know what would be nice? If i could wear running shoes to school everyday. Yeah, that would be the life. Ya know freshamn year, I had an ankle injury and had to wear athletic shoes to school for six weeks. I toldmy parents that it was going to be humiliating and that people were going to judge me and not talk to me. They said that if people treated me like that then they werent worth my time. Nobody seemed to be worth my time for six weeks... So its funny how now wearing those devil shoes is all I really want to do...

Day 126: Ignorance is Obvious

Boot cut jeans, black shirt, TOMS.
Im amazed and the ability people have to tolerate one another. I have the worlds shortest span of cooperation compared to the rest of the world. People have this capability to let people be ignorant and say what they want and I know they are so wrong. The good ones just let the others be wrong while they sit there and listen to the nonsense. Well, I shout out my opinion to shadow the incorrect insight. This my lovely readers, is why I dont have friends. I never allow them to be right. Ever.
My arrogance is pretty dominent, yes, but in my opinion it is for the greater good. Peoplecant be told they are right there entire lives and get gold stars everytime they say something. Our founding fathers would be rolling in their graves!
I hope to find that one day someone will stand up to me in this way. Because, heck, I sound like a crazy person just shouting out what my version of society is. I invite you to fight for why you think you are right in your mindset, it would make for great conversation.

Day 125

Drama crew neck.
Guys. Im a thespian. Look it up ..

Day 124: Dont Feel Like Talking

     Green dress, pink belt, new TOMS.
     Its 11:40 at night and I haven't started my homework or showered.  I am, however, forcing myself to stay up and study because I would otherwise be spending my time at the midnight premiere of The Hunger Games.  I don't want to talk about it, I'm very upset that I cant be there.

Day 124: Karma?

     Blue sweater, jeans, Uggs.
     I have this theory that every time I insult someone, the thing that I am mocking becomes a part of my being.  For example, if I said that someone had weird eyes, my eyes would get just a little bit weirder.  Oh course, this cant be true, but in an odd way this concept stops me from talking crap about people.  So basically you should scare yourself into being nice.  That's my motto.
     Oh and that picture, not me.  But no one like disturbing photos this late at night and that's all I had for you.

Day 123: Relationship Status

     Winter shirt, circle scarf, jeans, TOMS, pink jacket.
     Today is day 123, and that made me chuckle a little.  Get it? 1, 2, 3.  Whatever...
     Without love, what do we have?  Nothing would be a typical answer.  I mean romance love by the way, not like mushy gushy grandparents love.  In my mind though, without love we have oppurtunity.   Without love we have room to sretch and focus on our goals rather than the goals of the whole.  Being lonely and selfish is so much easier to be flexible with.
     High school is a funny place where kids think they are old enough to make rational choices on their own when in reality they are ignorant, slow, lazy hoodlums who don't have a clue.  You know what, thats what high school is for.  Its made for mistakes.
     The one thing I can't stand that high school kids do is think that they are going to marry the person they are in a relationship with.  Sure, high school sweethearts do exist, but really how many can there be?  Heartbreak consumes them when the reality sets in that the non-existent engagement between two high school lovers is broke off because the guy got bored and wanted to focus more on his X-Box then a relationship.  Its sad how surprised they get too when something so abrupt happens.
     Thats why you should stay single.  No irrational futures.
     Wait, that wasn't my point I don't think...

Day 122: Scheduling

     Striped shirt, jeans, Uggs.
     Eat, swim, sleep, repeat.  That should be the title of my life.  Except for this week... This week it would be swim, school, swim, rehearsal, show, HUNGER GAMES, sleep, repeat.  I should probably fit breathing in somewhere in there.  I was at school for fifteen hours straight today.  I'm so tired.  When I'm tired my ADD kicks in and goes to the place where the thing happened and the prom was fun and I haven't eaten any sugar today, I like Gatorade, the sky is blue.  Looks like its time for me to hit the hay.

Day 121: Prom

Parka, jeans, Uggs.
I thought that you would all be much more interested in seeing my prom photos then seeing my ugly outfit on Friday. Please, correct me if I am wrong.
Prom was a blast, I had an incredible time. Now thats its over, though, I dont know what the junior class in expected to talk about. I mean, all that weve been discussing for the last 6 months is prom. Thats it. You think Im joking.
So school should be interesting trying to rediscover how to have a conversation about anything other then makeup, hair, pictures, and our accessories... Woops, I meant our dates. Total joke by the way. My date looked quite sharp by the way. Thanks man.

Day 120: Lazy Day

     Grandpa sweater, yoga pants.
     Cut me some slack, its been a busy week.  I cant even do my school work without going insane, how am I expected to get dressed?

Day 119: Its Raining on Prom Night

     Grey sweater, pink bandeau, floral see-through shirt, jeans, Uggs.
     Hey Al Gore, where is this global warming you always seem to be talking about?  Because it is full on raining outside.  Pouring.

   

Day 118: Rain Blues

     Grey sweater, yoga pants, TOMS.
     I wear TOMS almost everyday.  In fact, its a little bit gross.  Today I would have worn TOMS anyways since it was TOMS Tuesday, but it was raining so hard outside that all I wanted to do was break out my Uggs and call it a day.  I was halfway there.  I wore my yoga pants.  Its not easy to try to look cute everyday.  This blog is a curse in that way.
     I think I deserve to wear yoga pants too because to be completely honest Saturday I'm going to be doing my best to look like a princess so I think I deserve the next couple of days off.
     Also, does anyone know how to please the rain gods?  I'm not really trying to have it rain on prom. ARG, that word is like poison in my ears now.  If I had a dime for every time Ive heard "prom" Id be a millionaire.

Day 117: Passion

     Urban Outfitters top, jeans, TOMS, grey sweater.
     So I'm always babbling about how one day I will be a famous actress and you'll see me on the red carpet and my name will be in shining lights.  Well that day is coming closer everyday and I personally cant wait.
     In the school district in which I am located, there is a competition that any student can enter within the district to show off their talents in many different categories.  I entered in the category of acting.  The day of my audition for the Student Recognition Project, I woke up and knew something wasn't right.  I soon realized that it was the fact that I had barely started to memorize the monologue I was expected to deliver in 10 hours... Yikes.  But I pulled through after some tough cramming of words.  Its been about a month since that audition and the winners came out today.
     I was one of the four winners.
     I feel bad for my sister because she was the one next to me when I found out that I was one of the winners and I screamed in her ear.  So I hope she isn't deaf...
     I'm so honored, honestly, that I won something like this.  It gave me that much more confidence that the career path that Ill be choosing is worth it and totally makes sense for me.

Day 116: Shoulders

     Striped sweater, jeans, TOMS.
     Look at my shoulders.  They're huge.  They've expanded so much in the last month.  Gross.  I guess that's the price I pay for being a fast swimmer.  Still, I would rather look feminine then look like a ten year old boy.  Oh well, Ill manage.
     My jeans are starting not to fit anymore.  That's embarrassing because it looks like I have a saggy butt all the time.  I don't want to buy new jeans though because I know Ill eventually gain the weight back.  I just realized I have it pretty easy...
     My shoulders are going to be huge in prom pictures.  Try to look past them.  Prom is on Saturday, I'm so excited.  The thing about prom, though, is that its all people have been talking about it for months so now its kind of old news.  Even though it hasn't happened yet.

Day 115: Happy Birthday

     Pink floral skirt, white v-neck long sleeved shirt, hipster crochet vest.
     Today was my best friends birthday.  My other best friends birthday is next weekend.  March is a big month for the three best friends that anyone could have.  Me, Jamie, and Amy have been friends since kindergarten.  They are the ones who help me keep my sanity.  Otherwise I would be even more crazy than I am now, which is a challenging concept.
     Everybody has their partners in crime.  Jamie is the cool one who knows how to handle socail situations.  Amy is the smart one who knows how to make things easier.  And Im the emotional one who needs the attention of their cool and smart talents to solve my problems.
     So happy birthday guys, sorry I don't give good gifts and hate making homemade cards.  Even though Im "the emotional one".

Day 114: Never Stop Me

     Wanna know something I found humorous?  Yesterday I talked about fear on the 113th day, and I'm extremely superstitious.  Fear... 13...  I have unfortunate humor.
     Polka dot dress, TOMS, grey lace bandeau, grey sweater.
     I had a doctors appointment for my sleep apnea today.  My sleep apnea condition, in a jist, all started when I got braces and my underbite turned into a normal human bite and my opening allowing me to breath in my sleep closed slightly.  I snore like a bear and don't sleep well at night.  Turns out that what happens when I'm sleeping is my heart stops beating and my feet jump-start my heart.  So I sort of die in my sleep.  Pretty cool, huh?  Why do I share such personal things about myself?  No matter.
     My mini-deaths (which are nothing to worry about by the way, it sounds a lot more dangerous than it actually is) got me thinking.  If I did die, spontaneously, in the middle of the night, what would my legacy be?  What would people remember about my life?  Ive accomplished as much as possible in my life to make myself proud, but my goals are so exquisite and I need time to live them out.  By the time I do actually die, I want something I'm proud of to be written on my obituary.  It'll happen, Ill be proud with my life.  Watch me while I shine.

Day 113: Fear!

     Grey striped shirt, jeans, UGGS.
     You know the expression "The only thing I fear is fear itself"?  Doesnt that mean youre scared of everything?  I mean, if you are afraid of fear then you would just seclude yourself from everything in order to avoid the fear.  I think it would save a whole lot of energy if you just admitted that you were scared.
     Like for instance, Im scared of eye contact, but I admit that.  So... I save myself all the time of looking at peoples eyes by looking at their mouths.  I dont waste time knowing Ill be freaked out.  Simple.
     Im also scared of rejection, pollen, food poisoning, epilepsy, and lava lamps.

Day 112: Sleeping

     Monte Vista parka, slippers, jeans.
     I slept all day.

Day 111: Freezing Cold

Floral dress, green sweater, TOMS.
As you can tell, Im having some technical difficulties trying to get these pictures on the blog. Theyll be up shortly.
You can also tell that Im having weather difficulties. Yes, it is 50 degrees outisde and Im wearing a dress. Everybody keeps asking me if Im cold. I dont know what they expect me to sat when they ask such a question, because Im obviously cold. Are they dumb? Apparently.

Day 110: Awkward

     Patterned flowy top, jean shorts, TOMS, grey bandeau.
     So, after what I'm about to tell you you will never trust me again.
     Allow me to explain:
     I made varsity.  It was a last minute change and I was so close to not making it that it was so unbelievable.  But I made it.  Yay Maddy!
     So my melodramatic rant was pretty much for nothing.  My apologies.
   

Day 109: Disappointment

     Green shirt, white beandeau, floral skirt, sandals.
     Well, I worked my butt of for three weeks inside and outside of the pool. I got up at 4:45am to do morning practices and stayed up until 3:00am after my post-school practices to keep up with my grades. It was three weeks of me trying my hardest, losing 8 pounds, and getting as fast as I could be.
     In the end, my best wasnt good enough.
     I didnt make varsity swimming. Im a junior in high school that cant make varsity at a sport that Ive been swimming for a decade.
     The thing that stings is that I was so close. Coach picked the top 4 swimmers from each event and I was number 5. Of course.
     And its not like I have a whole lot going for me. I mean, I have this blog. Its not like I have a boyfriend to fall back on though. I mean with my stellar qualities you would think I have 6 of them right? Wrong. I dont. I have a dog that I cuddle with occasionally, depending on his mood. I have food to confide in. That always manages to make me feel better.
     Basically, Im heartbroken. Im the joke of the aquatics team. This should be an interesting season. Stay tuned.

Day 108: Blisters

     Steve Madden boots, black shorts, patterned shirt.
   
Blisters are the shortened term for a patch of skin that has been rubbed so much that the friction has caused the skin to rise and the space in between is filled by body fluid. Pretty gross right? And blisters hurt. The fluid is supposed to help the pain, but it still hurts. They slowly heal but they always leave a scar, no matter how much you try to ignore the blemish and leave it alone.
The reason you have the blister in the first place is because you were working hard to acheive something, and that hurtful blister got in the way.
If you poke and prod at the senstive spot, the pain intensifies and agrivates it. More pain.
The pain wont go away for a long time. You have to deal with the constant nagging and throbbing. No matter how hard you try, it will always be there too.
We arent talking anout blisters anymore...