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.