Today is Tuesday and I am planning on going out on Thursday and Saturday. Is it weird that I'm already obsessing over what to wear?
Okay, lately I've been a shopaholic and revamped my whole wardrobe. I have some great stuff I haven't even worn yet. I'm so excited to wear spring's trends! I wanted to share some looks I want to try or that I just love.
A spring trend I never thought was for me is mixing bright colours. I saw this trend appear a few months ago in some magazines, with fashion risk-taking celebrities such as Rihanna rocking it. I thought, Rihanna looks amazing, but someone less bold like myself couldn't pull it off. More and more I've seen people young and old, plain and bold rocking this trend. I realized I have a few great bright pieces that I could bring together, and I'd love to rock them! I'm also a big fan of funky jewelery, perfect for this look.
A trend I've always loved is maxi dresses. I'm so glad they're in style this season! I'm seeing some great floor-length frocks all over the place. I also love the look of a cropped denim jacket with any feminine dress, long or short. I'm so excited for nicer weather and a bigger budget so I can rock this trend with a fedora. Another similar style I love is a maxi skirt with a tied-up button-down shirt put together with a belt cinched at the waist.
A couple of my favourite sexy trends are lace and sequins. And when you put them together, ouff. I just got a cropped black sequin vest and some black sequin heels which I'm constructing an outfit with in my mind at the moment. I'm thinking an all-black look, complete with big curls and red lips. If I had a black lace bodysuit, I would be a happy woman.
A very unlikely trend I never expected to love is pants with a very pronounced flare, the '70s-style ones. I see slim ladies such as Audrina Patridge rocking it and they look good, but what about curvier girls like me? I realized that as long as I wear them with heels and a fitted shirt (as opposed to a loose cami), I would look proportionate and hopefully rock the look! Oh, and (can't believe I'm saying it)...I'm thinking about rocking some hot "mom jeans". Yes, Kim Kardashian wears them and Guess sells them. So I will try them. And I will now refer to them as high-waisted jeans instead.
If anyone has some suggestions for what I can wear on my nights out to some semi-casual bars, please comment! Night all!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Does time heal all wounds?
I have a lot of thoughts floating around in my head. I believe blogs should never reveal very personal details or names. So here are some random thoughts I've been having.
I think far too much about what could have been. I sometimes think, How can I be so much more empathetic than the rest of the world? Why do I always seem to care more about people I love than they do about me? All these thoughts are something I can't help. When they pop into my head, I reason with myself to think of things differently. I also try to stop thinking "what if" thoughts. Or worse, having "what if" visions. They're like memories that could have been. I felt a lump in my throat as I typed that. Even thought trying not to think these thoughts, they reappear, and each one fuels the next, until finally I am convinced that what could have been will be the only thing that will make me happy. It's totally ridiculous. I wish I could stop these thoughts. A strange part of me still wants to think them, though. It's bittersweet. I think perhaps my mind won't let me move on because it still has hope that the memories I envision will become real. Honestly, it's safe to say they won't.
What am I doing to move on and feel better? I'm trying to force myself to get out there and find ways of keeping myself content. This way, I can have actual happy memories and experiences instead of ones I just imagine. I actually think (and hope) one day my mind will be so tired of dwelling on the past and it will suddenly let it go. But will it ever fully let it go?
I felt good writing that down. I think it took some of those crazy thoughts out of my head when I did that.
Good night, all. I hope not everyone's memories haunt them like mine do.
I think far too much about what could have been. I sometimes think, How can I be so much more empathetic than the rest of the world? Why do I always seem to care more about people I love than they do about me? All these thoughts are something I can't help. When they pop into my head, I reason with myself to think of things differently. I also try to stop thinking "what if" thoughts. Or worse, having "what if" visions. They're like memories that could have been. I felt a lump in my throat as I typed that. Even thought trying not to think these thoughts, they reappear, and each one fuels the next, until finally I am convinced that what could have been will be the only thing that will make me happy. It's totally ridiculous. I wish I could stop these thoughts. A strange part of me still wants to think them, though. It's bittersweet. I think perhaps my mind won't let me move on because it still has hope that the memories I envision will become real. Honestly, it's safe to say they won't.
What am I doing to move on and feel better? I'm trying to force myself to get out there and find ways of keeping myself content. This way, I can have actual happy memories and experiences instead of ones I just imagine. I actually think (and hope) one day my mind will be so tired of dwelling on the past and it will suddenly let it go. But will it ever fully let it go?
I felt good writing that down. I think it took some of those crazy thoughts out of my head when I did that.
Good night, all. I hope not everyone's memories haunt them like mine do.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
One Month Sober!
I can barely believe it but my sober month is ending on MONDAY! By the way, Monday is also my 20th birthday. Now is the time to reflect on this whole experience.
I think that out of the three of us who did this (two of my girlfriends did it as well), I actually gained the most out of it. Not to say that I had some sort of magical breakthrough and they didn't. I feel like alcohol impacted my life negatively the most, and living without it for a month really showed me that.
People always thought of me as the girl who just loves partying. That was my whole life. And I was proud of it! Of course everyone knew I loved it - all my Facebook pictures were me going out and getting wasted, every morning at work I'd talk about how hungover I was, and most importantly, I partied ALL THE TIME! Every single weekend. Literally, I wouldn't even stay home if I was sick. Partying was really the only joy I had, and I don't mean that in the depressing way it sounds. I hate sports and I never used to work out, I wasn't in school for a little while, and I hung out with people who shared my love of alcohol. Well, what person my age doesn't share that love? Anyway, I'm not at all saying this is all horrible and I'm a saint now. I had some great times and BELIEVE ME, I will have many more drunken nights!
This sounds as cheesy as can be but this month showed me that I can honestly have a great time being sober. I thought you could have a good time being sober, maybe. Actually I thought it'd be boring as fuck. But I learned to enjoy the little things in life - a good conversation with a friend, the satisfaction of a great workout, and the joy of a yummy dinner at a fancy restaurant. I feel like I can be interesting now and say I actually have hobbies outside of partying.
This all being said, alcohol is amazing at the right time and in the right dose. My 20th will be a night full of shots, cake and surely singing and dancing which won't be remembered but hopefully will be videotaped. And I'll blog all about it. :)
Nighty night for now!
I think that out of the three of us who did this (two of my girlfriends did it as well), I actually gained the most out of it. Not to say that I had some sort of magical breakthrough and they didn't. I feel like alcohol impacted my life negatively the most, and living without it for a month really showed me that.
People always thought of me as the girl who just loves partying. That was my whole life. And I was proud of it! Of course everyone knew I loved it - all my Facebook pictures were me going out and getting wasted, every morning at work I'd talk about how hungover I was, and most importantly, I partied ALL THE TIME! Every single weekend. Literally, I wouldn't even stay home if I was sick. Partying was really the only joy I had, and I don't mean that in the depressing way it sounds. I hate sports and I never used to work out, I wasn't in school for a little while, and I hung out with people who shared my love of alcohol. Well, what person my age doesn't share that love? Anyway, I'm not at all saying this is all horrible and I'm a saint now. I had some great times and BELIEVE ME, I will have many more drunken nights!
This sounds as cheesy as can be but this month showed me that I can honestly have a great time being sober. I thought you could have a good time being sober, maybe. Actually I thought it'd be boring as fuck. But I learned to enjoy the little things in life - a good conversation with a friend, the satisfaction of a great workout, and the joy of a yummy dinner at a fancy restaurant. I feel like I can be interesting now and say I actually have hobbies outside of partying.
This all being said, alcohol is amazing at the right time and in the right dose. My 20th will be a night full of shots, cake and surely singing and dancing which won't be remembered but hopefully will be videotaped. And I'll blog all about it. :)
Nighty night for now!
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