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.