Sunday, December 13, 2009

Talking to the Mirror



So I realize it's been awhile since I've posted anything. Try four months. I guess I just kinda' gave up on this whole blog thing for awhile but I don't know, I've decided to update it today.
A couple of things have changed in my life. One, I no longer desire to go to Parsons School of Design. I mean, yeah if I get accepted then I'll throw an insane party; but currently, it's not really on my list of things to do. I've recently really gotten into Fordham. I've read a lot about it and I love the looks of the campus. When my brother goes to West Point and I get to visit New York, my dad is going to take me visit the campus. I'm probably still going to major in fashion design and maybe do a little bit of photography. I don't want to make my passion work though. So, I'm really going to have to think about this over the next few months.
Oh, also, if you didn't catch one of my above statements, my brother was accepted into West Point! So congrats to him! He leaves July 29th of next year. It seems pretty far but I know it's going to go by so quickly. I'm going to make the most of it with him. I love my brother and to think he's going to be vertically across the country kinda' frightens me.
That's really all I have to say for now. I'll post more pictures up this weekend probably. I'm a little annoyed with current friends at the moment. I've realized how two-faced some people are. As for now, keep coming back! Thanks and have a happy Christmas and a wonderful holiday!

Friday, August 21, 2009

Smile Like You Mean It


Hello again, no one.
I guess I'm aware that no one is actually reading my blogs with the exception of a friend here or there. I really need to work on this whole networking thing... Anyways, I decided to post what I paraded around Naples with yesterday.
It's a little different from what I normally well but in an odd sense, it all went together quite nicely.


What I'm wearing: Dress, Max Studio $148; Cardigan, American Eagle $12; Tights, Express $20; Booties, eBay $22; Bag, Michael Kors, Price upon request; Bracelet, Brighton $80.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Baby, It's Fact

Yes, I was on a Vogue cover.... On some distant planet.
Did you know that we lie 3 times every 10 minutes? According to Richard Feldman's research, we lie simply because "IT WORKS." What a blunt reason, too. When I was about to read this article, I thought it would be due to some form of brain cell disfunction because not everyone lies. Haha, well I think not. He explains that we lie because lying gives us an advantage vs other people. I guess I never looked at it that way, but I agree. I know I've fibbed here and there to get a better grade on something or whatever. I'm sure I'm not the only one. He goes on, and talks about that lying backfires when used in relationships. Especially if it's from the start. I think relationships can handle "Honey, where'd you put my favourite shirt?" that you secretly threw away because of it ugliness than "Oh yes. I have a Ph.D. in Physical Science." when you never even went to college.Well, at least a majority lying is just to make us feel better. Telling your friends you scored a 96 on that last Chemistry test will make you feel better knowing they believe you than you knowing the truth, which is you miserably failed that test...Anyways, check out the article. It's really great or at least somewhat interesting. You might even find yourself agreeing like I did! :X
http://www.aolhealth.com/healthy-living/relationships/liar-in-your-life?icid=webmail|wbml-aim|dl1|link3|http%3A%2F%2Fwww.aolhealth.com%2Fhealthy-living%2Frelationships%2Fliar-in-your-life

Stars In Your Eyes

I forgot to add that I recieved new contacts today. Not colors. Just clear. I acutally care a lot about my eyes so it's a big deal to me. They changed me from a 250 power to a 300 which I'm not so happy about but I can see very sharp right now so it's okay. They dialated my eyes and that was basically the closest thing to torture I've ever experienced.
I walked around for the rest of the day with these incredibly dark sunglasses I have (I mean DARK) and well, I had some pretty stares when I walked into Macys. I think people thought I was full of myself... sucks, I guess. For them that is.

For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic


It's late but I want to write. I get the feeling I may just stick to this. This will soon turn into a fashion blog. One that basically follows what I wear everyday but for now, this is fine. Am I crazy for running all the time? Hah All I can do is listen to Jason Mraz right now. But not that generic "I'm Yours" song. His older stuff...
I guess I'm still procrastinating still on this whole sketching thing. I've been so uninspired lately. I don't know. I've just had such a terrible taste of people lately and it's really getting to me. I seem to believe everyone is crazy or ignorant until they prove me wrong. But at least I would give them the benifit of the doubt... This last week has been almost dehumanizing. Ugh. I need sleep. I've been up since 5 am yesterday. Good Night, I guess. Maybe. One week until school. One week until AP courses... So exciting. (One less week until college:)

"Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send? Do they bend? Do they break from the flight that they take, and come back together again with a whole new meaning in a brand new sense, completely unrelated to the one I sent..." -Jason Mraz; Did You Get My Message

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Call Me Irresponsible. Unreliable. Throw In Undependible, Too



Today I decided to sell one of my older Louis Vuitton bags on eBay because I simply had no use for it. I had won it at an acution for over $1200. Well, a year later with no use- I figured it was time to go. After 8 watchers, 34 views, and 3 hours later, I recieved an email from eBay telling me I had been reported for selling a fake. How the hell is that even possible? I even brought the bag to the LV store last week to have it checked! I couldn't help but wonder why eBay seemed to be targeting me and claim such a stupid thing? Did someone report me? My feedback is amazing. Why would someone even CONSIDER me to be selling a fake? It goes against everything I stand for. Everything I want to be. It was so upsetting.

Then... I knew.

You see, I seemed to of forgotten that earlier today, I reported a member for selling a pair of false Marc Jacobs flats and because I'm such a genius, I emailed the.. Apparently, they went and looked at my listings and got all of their other fake-designer-selling friends and they all reported me! I wanted to just report them over and over until their accounts were deleted. Actually that's what I'm going to do. Anyways, long story short, I just relisted the bag and have had no problem since. Though, it's only been up for about an hour. We'll see I guess.
As for now, I'm going to go read other blogs and start sketching more designs for my AP Portfolio class. I've done little over the summer. Very little. I've just been so busy that it slips my mind. Ugh. How I wish I was in college already. At least I would be a busy person with a purpose...

About 730 Days until Parsons.

The More You Talk the Less I Hear



I despise how people expect you to get over things, even when it actually is kind of a big deal. And they want you to "realize" that not everything's perfect, so of course, eventually you have to get over some things. Something always has to go wrong, too. Whether a big situation or small. The first couple of times, you seem to get over it. But then, it happens so many times that you just lose count and you're supposed to get over all those things. You're supposed to "move on." Come to think of it, I highly doubt it's even possible for the human brain to do such a thing. I know for myself that even though I try to let things go quickly and easily, sometimes I just can't. I hold on...
I guess I wasn't always like this. Then again, my life wasn't always like- this. Things used to be different. They style. The area. The culture. And most of all, the people. I'd pretty much had burrowed myself in ignorance when I got here. I acted as if nothing could ever truly hurt me. I had built a shell. We all build it at one point in our life... It makes you feel untouchable. You believe that nothing could ever hurt you, and you believe you little mindless tricks seem to work. A couple of years fly by, and it's been successful so far, a few times of course you couldn't help but breakdown over pressure, but in general, your idea works, and pretty well. Then one day, you grow up. You begin to realize that all the things you've been ignoring are cathing up with you after all. Yeah, it took a little while, but now they're bluntly placed infront of your eyes. All the things you refused to deal with are right there and you realize how stupid you've been to think the way you did. Obviously you realize you can't ignore something that happened if it, well, happened. That be broken hearts, failed friendships, rejection, goals you did not accomplish, money issues, or maybe even family doubt in your future goals. The list of issues goes on and on. Some from years ago, some from months ago, some from weeks ago, and even some from a few days ago, all of which you refused to deal with at the time and decided to ignore instead. All this, running through your mind, feels like you're going insane. you try to do just what you used to do, ignore it all. Then you find out, that doesn't work anymore.
You traveled that iced river to often and now the ice is begining to crack, and the people around you will notice it. You lose your balance easily and that's when you slip. You lose your patience, you get angry way faster than you used to, you're not that little innocent person you used to be, you take more place than you used to and people don't get it. Your once best friend of a brother is now your competidor, the one that believes you'll fail even though you'd give every ounce of your belief that he will make it. Your relationship with your once hero of a father swings on a long branch, your close buddy one day and then grounding you the next for no particular reason. Then you find yourself asking for his help in cheating a permit test. He of course helps so you're not required to pay the extra $40 if you were to fail (and you probably were going to). You find yourself closer to your mother. Actually feeling guilt for the times you'd turn her away over something stupid. You can't help but feel sorry... Not for her, but for yourself. For being so vain. So cold. So- mean. But in all honesty, you're just like them now. You aren't more, and aren't less. They're just so used to seeing you so little, so ignorant, so weak and braindead that now it's a shock for them to see the person inside of you awaken. You will lose friends. You'll get in some strong arguments and maybe even some fights, but that's common things. It's just time to actually wake up. Take control. And deal with things. You've gotten older, and little games of hide and seek should have been left with your books back in middle school. You have to leave the playground and become an adult, or in my case, a teenager with thought. Of course people won't support you, maybe even your own family. First because you never asked nor admitted you needed support before, and then simply because they've got their own issues to deal with. Can you honestly blame them? They'll expect you to get over things, just like before, but it won't happen because you're a different person now, and you're not ready to let your old self come back. In fact, you're just not going to let that old you come back. Being weak is the past. ignorance is over. Now is time for the real life, the one where you live every minute and become more than just a part of the scenery.

The sad part is, you will, whether you want it or not, eventually you will return to your burrow of ignorance.
It seems as if the human brain just can't take that much.
Any upgrades coming soon?
They'd be welcome...

"Don't condem people based on their ignorance. Use it against them."- Unkown