Day 47: Loud.

      Red "Lego" costume.
      One day, Im going to get myself in trouble with the things that come out of my mouth.  I just say things that arent nessacary to say.
      Im politically incorrect, a habit that Im not proud of.  I cant stop the words from streaming out of my mouth.
      I blame Gary.
      As much as it is bad, there is a positive side to it.
      Im not afraid to stand up for what I think is right.  Even if it gets me into trouble, my loud mouth just blurts out what it needs to.  Im a passionate person and if someone tries to surpress that, Im going to take a stand against it.  I dont like to hear what I dont want to hear, and when I speak up, I speak in defense.
      Some mistake my defensive personality for weakness.  I really just like to defend my opinion.  Its not that I think your opninon is wrong, Im just positive that mine is right.  Does that make sense?
      I need to be more careful with my words...

Day 46: What Reminds Me of Childhood

     Red sweater, cheetah print skirt, oxfords, black thin belt, chained necklace.
     Today, I wore a trend that I never realized could be so great.  See that skirt?  Recognize it?  I wore it last week.  The only difference is... last week, it was a DRESS!  I just slipped the sweater right over it and its a whole new article of clothing!  It has opened many doors for the coming outfits.
     I did something super embarrassing today.  Its one of those things that you're embarrassed to even think about yourself doing.  So of course I'm going to put this embarrassing moment on this blog for the whole world to see if they so please.
     Today, I logged onto Club Penguin.
     Yes, I logged on.  I very much played on it, too.  For an hour, maybe more... I kind of lost track of time.
     I enjoyed my time.  I did the penguin missions and did some ski races.  I had fun.  I'm willing to admit that I had a good time on that childish website, and I intend to log in again at some point in the future.
     We all do little embarrassing things that make us think of when we were a kid.  Besides my penguin adventures, I cuddle with my childhood toy called "floppy-fellow", and I play with Blues Clues CD-ROMS.
     Okay, maybe my little quirks are a bit unusual, but they bring me back to a simpler time.  A time that makes me think of light and joy and being united with everyone around me.
     Growing up made all of that go away.  There is no more innocence in the world I experience.  People grow apart in my world, no matter how much I want them to stick together.  Light grew darker as I aged.  I'm only 16 by the way.  So living in the world of childish toys makes me feel like a person that isn't just partially happy with a chance of reality... It makes me feel young and completely oblivious and carefree to the things around me.

Day 45: Men Becoming Wolves

    

"Always wear cute shoes; the squirrels and bugs deserve to look at something nice, too."

    
     Squared Urban Outfitters shirt,  patterned shirt, belt, nude sandals.
     We are officially a fourth of the way through the school year!  A quarter!  25%!  1/4!  This year has gone by so incredibly fast so far!  Ive soaked up every minute of it.
     Halloween is coming up.  You know what that means: Children everywhere dressing up like scary monsters and sexy dolls going to strangers houses who give out free candy.  It should be so illegal.  Even though it is SO marvelous.
     Dressing up is difficult for me.  There are always so many options.  Thankfully I have friends that like to stick together and do group projects, so I let them decide what its going to be.  Otherwise, I just set the bar too high then end up having a unrealistic idea that doesn't work out, and I'm let down.  Its the price you pay for having an imagination.  Halloween isn't even what I'm thinking about though, even though I'm supposed to dress up at school on Friday...
     With a new quarter comes new goals.  This is going to sound so typical annoying girl-talk, but my number one goal is to get my parents to let me go to the midnight premiere of THE TWLIGHT SAGA: BREAKING DAWN PART ONE.
     I'm the biggest Twilight saga fan possibly ever.  If I met Stephenie Meyer, I would probably faint.  I'm a huge fan.  Huge.  I cant emphasize that enough.
     I wasn't allowed to see the midnight premiere of the first two movies, but I got lucky to see the third one because it was in the summer, but even convincing Susan and Gary to let me go was difficult nonetheless.
     So going to a Thursday night showing at midnight will be a battlefield of convincing.
     Ill be persistent though.  And they know how big of a fan I am.  Whatever it takes.  Who's with me?

Day 44: Image vs. Issue

     Beige patterned shirt, black shorts, TOMS, headband.

     There is one conversation that comes up AT LEAST once a day for each girl group at Monte Vista. Where there are girls, this topic WILL be discussed.

     Weight.

     Weight is something that girls worry about over a lot of things, simply because its what everyone around us is concerned with.  They either talk about losing weight, gaining weight, diets to lose an excessive amount of weight, complaining about how they've gained too much weight, etc.  All they are doing is subconsciously fishing for compliments.  It isn't their fault.

      BUT, the funny thing is, most of the girls that talk about this popular issue are the ones who have the bodies that girls with actual fat on themselves wish that they could have. Girls that literally have no body weight on them are grabbing their stomachs comparing how much flab they have to each other. 

      Newsflash: That isn't flab, that's skin. Its what keeps your organs from falling out of your insides.

      I love my body.  Ill be the first to admit that sure, I could lose a couple pounds, and sure, I cant wear tube tops, and sure, I failed the Body Mass Index test while my best friends were in the "at risk of being UNDERweight" category... But that's okay.  I don't really care. I'm being serious, too.  Take it or leave it.

      BUT, I do get hurt feelings when this topic of weight comes up, because for me and many other girls, its an issue of HEALTH, not just IMAGE.  I know that I cant be the only one who is really uncomfortable when this is brought up.  I sit and listen to the conversation, but I don't participate, because I'm not about to complain about my body in front of a crowd.

      I used to get hurt feelings and silently compare myself to the slim girls, but it just made me feel worse.  So I stopped.

      Body image is A LOT in high school, and it stems from a deep place of self-consciencness.  If you're guilty of this topic, look in the mirror and just see how beautiful you are. You don't need the consent of others to feel good about yourself.  So stop talking about it, you'll feel so much better that the issue of your weight is something that is within yourself, not everyone around you.  Feel better about your body by just accepting the way you look, because that's the way you were supposed to be made.

      As Susan always says, "We all come in different shapes and sizes.  Free to be you and me."

Day 43: Technology

     Blue and white patterned dress, nude sandals.
     I'm pretty convinced that all technology has come together and made it their mission to hate me.
     My father is somewhat of a hipster.  He tries to do things that aren't the normal things to do.  In Danville, CA, having a Mac or a MacBook is typical.  So just to be different, Gary buys PC's.  When I say "buys", that infers frequent purchases.  You want to know why so many investments?  Because Windows 7 is a disaster, along with the PC's that they run.
     My laptop PC stopped working the other day.  It just stopped.  Umm, why?  I cant figure it out.  Guess I don't have a computer anymore.  In fact, "we have five computers in our house, and only two are reliable", according to Gary.
     Susan has a Mac desktop.  My father bought it for her because she is even more technology challenged than me, and deep down... Gary knows that the Mac was the better purchase in the end.  We aren't allowed to use the Mac though, only my mother.  So now the other four members of the Galindo household are down to one computer.  The very one I'm typing on.  The other three are lining up waiting their turn.
     Computers aren't the only thing that I have trouble with.  Ive had two iPhones stolen from me.  I know they didn't just stand up and walk away, but after losing two of them, it begins to seem like a valid possibility. 
     I'm on my third iPhone and after updating it with the iOS 5 Apple update, I lost half my contacts, photos, and messages.  I'm not going to sit around and cry about it, but I'm obviously frustrated!
     Apple didn't do the best job with the iCloud though.  That one isn't my fault.
     Before the iCloud, I had 66 contacts in my phone.  Most of the people in that list I didn't even want to be in there.  After the iCloud:  I had... wait for it... one thousand four hundred and sixteen contacts (1,416).  Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't even want the people on my old contact list and now I have more people then Ive ever met in my life?!  Unacceptable.
     I really have to stay away from all screens, maybe read a book or something.

Day 42: Weekend Brain-Block

     Grey True Religion corduroys, denim tank top, glittery sweater, TOMS.
     I really have to start doing my Friday posts on Friday... not Sunday.
     I love the weekend.  The world is physically a lighter place.  I love the weekend so much I should write a song about it.  I truly love it.
     I "love" a lot of things though.  Like writing.  I hate writers block though, like right now for example...

Day 41: A Lack of Inspriation

     Cheetah print dress, black Vans, blue clips, flower chain necklace, sea foam green sweater.

     Lets just take a second to acknowledge the fact that I'm wearing lime green socks.  Okay, moving on.\

     Today was not a very inspiring day therefore I wont bore you with useless writing.

     On a final note, tomorrows football game should be thurnumbusly enthusiastic!  Go Mustangs!

     Oh, and I love Taylor Donatell.