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.