Day 107: Waterworks

Black shirt, salmon bandeau, jeans, sandals.
If we all collectivly sang our way through life, the world would be such a beautiful place. It would be filled with song and dance and a great way to feel emotions. Maybe thats just the drama queen in me speaking, because I do love deep ballads. I think that if everyone was as emotional as me, though, everyone would be crying all the time. Maybe happy tears, maybe sad. But that would be a lot of water, and thats a lot to handle.
My future husband better come with a Shamwow on his shoulder, because I have a lot of tears to soak up...

Day 106: Happy Lent To You ALL

Yellow shirt, jeans, TOMS.
Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. And for all you Christians out there, get ready for 40 days of pure temptation. What are you giving up this year? Im giving up soda. Soda is my coping mechanism, so we'll see how the next month pans out. But sometimes we just have to make sacrifices. Lent is a good way to remember what is important and nessacary in life.
This period of time is meant to be celebrated because Jesus gave up his life for us, so we can sacrifice a little bit of our lives for him. We're pathetic compared to him and what he did for us.
Im not trying to shove religion down anyones throats. Basically, I just want to give my beliefs. I know that Jesus died for us and that he is the way to happiness and eternal life. If I kept that to myself, that would be selfish of me.

Day 105: Traffic School

     JCrew jacket, black dress, Lucky Brand belt.
     Eight hours is a long time.  Do you know what you can do in eight hours?  Lots of things.  You can watch Titanic... twice.  You can plot and commit a stealthy murder.  You can go to prom and have a before and after party.
     There are so many productive or entertaining things you can do in eight hours.  It would be a shame to waste them.  On Saturday I spent eight hours doing something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
     Traffic school.
     Truly the biggest waste of time I've ever experienced.  It was basically an eight hour course on how to avoid cops.  I was the youngest person there by about 50 years.  I ate lunch by myself.  I was forced to do traffic school because I got a ticket.  I don't really want to talk about that though.
     I don't really remember anything the traffic instructor said, but who cares its not like I'm being tested on it.  I spent the duration of the hour with a black pen in my hand giving myself a tattoo sleeve.  It was a work of art. I also napped on accident.
     I suggest never having to do traffic school.  Do it online if you do have to do traffic school.  It was absolutely awful.

Day 104: Overly Suspicious

     Italy Jacket, jeans, TOMS.
     Be proud of yourself and your heritage. Happy heritage day everyone. Im partly Italian, so there you go. I saw a couple of people with leafblowers and rice hats. A day that is completely politically incorrect. I applaud you student body.

Day 103: Valentines Day

     American flag shirt, jean jacket, blue tube skirt, tights, TOMS.
     Another Valentines Day spent by myself.  I'm convinced that half of the world loves this holiday, and the other world hates it and then ends up hating the people who love it.  Haters gonna hate.
     Valentines Day is a holiday meant to celebrate love for another person or multiple persons.  I personally think love is a personal thing.  Nowadays with the technology that we have access to, it has become a day of pure competition to see which couple can out-do the others in LOVE.
     Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook have blown up with pictures of chocolates, teddy bears, and candies.  Throughout the day, as the competition gets heated, posts go from: "Aww I love this holiday <3" to "OHMYGOSH I HAVE THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, MY VALENTINES DAY WAS BETTER THAN YOURS".  It happens, you think I'm lying.  Guess who won that round?
     I spent Valentines Day without a boyfriend, but instead with my family and a slice of chocolate cake.  I had a neutral day.
     I cant wait until the day I can have a Valentine of my very own.  Someone I can share my love with personally and deeply.  One day Ill have a Valentine.  Until then, Ill be cuddling with my dog tonight watching Conan O'Brien finishing my homework.  Happy Valentines Day.

Day 102: Giants Live On

     Giants jersey.
     Happy Hoopla week!  The week at Monte Vista that allows yet another spirit week for yet another sport. This time around, its Basketball.  Today was jersey day, and you were allowed to sport whichever jersey you liked, basketball or not.  As everyone with a pulse should know, I'm a massive Giants fan, so naturally, I wore a Giants jersey.  I've got to represent my team.
     My dream job is to be an actress, but if a genie came up to me right now and told me I had three wishes, one of them would be for me to be the announcer lady who says all of the names of the Giants players before they go up to bat.  If you have ever been to a Giants game, you know who I'm talking about.  The other two wishes would be marry David Beckham, and eternal wishes.  Pretty generic wishes.

Day 101: True Beauty

     Blue dress, black sandals, grey necklace.
     The other day I was at swim practice.  Swimming in the water requires you to wear a swim suit, as if that clarification was needed.
     We were sprinting that day, so I was out of the water and on the pool deck for quite some time.  A girl came up to me who I know, but I wouldn't say we are anything more than acquaintances.  She looked me up and down and pointed at me hip and asked, "Whats that?".  I looked down perplexed.  I looked back up at her and she said, "I think its really pretty."
     I have a skin condition called Vitiligo.  What happens is that my skin cells don't agree with the cells that create pigment in my skin, so they disappear completely and the spot turns white and spreads at the sight.  My body is a blotchy mess.  I have these white spots all over my body and they will continue to spread for the rest of my life.  I try to stay out of the sun as much as possible because tanning makes the spots more apparent.  It does not harm me at all, and I am so lucky that there is nothing truly wrong with me.  These spots mock me though.  They make me feel ugly and self-conscience.  I'm so scared they will be an issue with the career I want to go to, or that it will eventually spread further on my face.
     So when this girl came up to me thinking they were pretty... I finally understood the meaning of "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
     I'm so glad I had this experience.  She turned my true weakness into something of beauty and admiration in a way.  Something to be proud of.  A different perspective.
     I'm so glad that happened.