this chaos, this calamity

What exactly IS a blogger? What exactly does a blogger do? Well they BLOG silly!...wait no...I don't know...what is BLOGGING? A dictionary definition won't help me now for I like to think of things in a logical sense. I guess I will define a blogger in terms of how I see it: A blogger is one who puts their everyday life into writing and pictures, with some inspiration on the side for others to view.
Well this definition of mine may change, I'm only in highschool and I believe I have a few more things to learn, experience, taste and feel before I can become an efficient blogger. What is YOUR definition?

While I was figuring out what a true blogger was, I was also D.I.Ying ANOTHER tshirt with my best friend (see other shirt in latter post). Our challenge was creating a motto that signified US as individuals. Of course, as always, it was hard for me to just choose one word, so I came up with the phrase "I am NOT afraid." And I will try my DARNDEST to live up to that this school year...by the way school starts in 4 days...oh wankers.


















Today I went the the MVA to take my permit test and for some reason it was cold outside so I decided to wear my levis, A Charlotte Russe military blazer and a hot pink Roxy shirt with gladiators...yes very random but I guess I was so nervous about the test that I didnt think. And drumroll... I passed my test!...but this was only after the long process of showing my original birth certificate and proof of citizenship since I was not born in the states. Oh my, things are changing!






To celebrate my passing the permit test, me and mommy went thrifting. I found these really niftly Lauren by Ralph Lauren pants I sewed into skinnies, and gold necklace. I always emphasize that I'd much rather go thrifting than shop in a regular store because of the great original finds you can get that no one else has =]

litte red bag.

You know how your grandma passes something down to you that you think is ugly, and you store it away? But then a couple years go by and as youre rummaging through some old stuff you see that thing and youre like "Hey, I wonder why I ever threw this away, it looks pretty cool?!"
Well thats how I feel about this teeny tiny bag I found in my BASEMENT today. In a BOX! ugh poor thing needed to be dusted off and needed some love =]

It will all be worth it in the end.

Ahh I sure hope so...

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Well even between the studying, I did NOT forget that it was summer. And more summertime = D.I.Ys! This is the time when you and your best friend go sit in the grass and spray some paint all over an old v neck tee, just because. Just because its summer and nothing makes sense =]

My bag can be tamed.

I haven't done a DIY project in awhile, but I found this lonely tote bag in the back of my closet, and I just HAD to give it some <3. Sorry I forgot to take the 'before' pics, but basically it was a picture of a cows head =P.

"If Friday night is a bust, Saturday is a riot"

With summer here and the hot weather going from hot to...well not so hot, my mood as well is wishy washy.
But I've decided, and I'm DETERMINED to not spend ONE full day in the house...or alone for that matter. Yes, it will be a challenge, but I'm up for it, I mean how hard can it be?
What IS hard is realizing that I am indeed a senior now, and by this time next year I will be packing my stuff and heading to _______ University. Or University of _______ to study_____...Journalism? Yea, that thing that magazine editors do. Hah, thats not a very straight course of study is it? I'll probably just end up interning for 5 years, to the shame of my family. But as long as I'm happy doing what I do...WAIT, tmi. Lets get through the summer first!

"We accept the love we think we deserve"

This quote has haunted me ever since the day I first read it. Mostly because I feel it hits such a soft place in me, a subconcious place I didn't even recognize. I've always watched the shows on tv and saw how an abused female takes the beating from her husband/and or controlling boy friend and said "Why don't you just RUN! Get away from this abuse!" But I've never stopped to consider that hey, maybe she stays because this domestic abuse is a repetition of what happened in her childhood, what she's used to. And so this brings me to another quote : " Its funny how Knowledge Changes Perception."