My So–Called Blog

Readers, friends, family, and the like, I apologize. Life has me on a leash, and rather than letting me heel next to it comfortably, I've been thrown and whipped and yanked around like the last car on a roller coaster for the past two months. In October I started cosmetology school (a.k.a. beauty boot camp) at the Cinta Aveda Institute in San Francisco. It is KICKING MY ASS, and taking up most, if not all of my time. So how is it that I am able to update my blog on a Thursday night when I should be in school? Simple. I wasn't 'allowed' to attend school today. Yeah, that's right. I was rejected. Thanks to Bart (Bay Area 'Rapid' Transit), I was five minutes behind schedule, and therefore TWO minutes late for school. I didn't realize I was two minutes late until I got all the way to class, out of breath and gasping for air, where my instructor announced in front of all of my classmates that I had to leave (school policy says if you are late you are sent home. What a bitch.). Soooo needless to say, I have some free time this evening.

Being the school reject today left me feeling kind of morose, and I think my outfit sort of reflected my sour mood. Aaron calls it the 'My So–Called Life' outfit, which I'm totally stoked on, because that show is absolutely amazing, and I pretty much WAS Angela Chase in high school. It's really nothing special, just a plaid button up over A LOT of black, a cloche hat, and of course, my Docs. Always gotta wear the Docs when I'm feeling blue. Anyway, I wanted to share the outfit because of it's 'title', appropriately coined by Aaron.



Meh. Simple and Sweet.

Since I have been away for such a long time, I also thought it'd be cool to share with you some things I'm totally diggin right now, in no particular order:

1.) Multi–colored, chipped nail polish (I'm serious). Lately I have started to purchase various colors of nail polish and paint each one of my nails a different color. One day I thought to myself, 'I'm such an off beat, artistically unique person, why doesn't my nail polish reflect that?' So I decided to change my routine of solid, same color nails and just paint each nail whatever color I want. Sometimes three nails are the same color, and the other two are a different color. I don't know. I'm moody. My image should reflect that, in my fashionable opinion. 'But chipped?!' you ask. Yes. Chipped. I can't really give you one reason why, but I think it has to do with my mother hating when I had chipped nails growing up. It's the child in me, I guess. Plus I think chipped nails have a tiny way of saying 'I don't give a fuck.'



2.) Messy, BIG hair. The bigger, the better. The messier, the merrier. Enough said.

3.) Accessories. LOTS of them. You know that saying 'always take one thing off before leaving the house'? Fuck that. Put three more things on. Bracelets, belts, necklaces, scarves, rings, hats, colorful eyeshadow (duh), colorful nails (duh), bright lipgloss, most anything except earrings (not crazy about earrings... weird eh? no. not really). Anyway. I am a human christmas tree and proud of it.

4.) These boots:



5.) These boots:



6.) This bag:


7.) Punk Rock. The older, the better. Lately I have kinda been jonesing for more old school punk music in my life (good thing I'm engaged to a boy who could eat the stuff for breakfast, lunch and dinner). I don't know.. it's so... refreshing? And... um... hella good? I'm kinda tired of the 'have you heard this band?' 'do you know this band?' 'have you heard this one song?' game. No. I haven't. And if I hear it I will probably wish I hadn't. Don't get me wrong, I still love my little floaty, fluffy, dreamy indie bands, but my newly re–kindled love affair with punk rock is growing at a rapid rate. Aaron was playing Cock Sparrer on iTunes the other night and I could not have been happier with the selection.

8.) That's all (well... all for today.. tomorrow I'll probably be stoked about something else).

I miss you, readers. I miss writing. I miss shelling out my blunt opinions for you to love and hate and laugh and scoff at.. but I guess life sometimes gets in the way of things. Maybe every now and again I will find a little chance to keep the Dynamite alive, but until then, watch more Punky Brewster.