Allow me to walk you through life in the eyes of a minority; attempting to keep up with the trends; sometimes starting some of my own. The struggle.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
"Like you mean it."
I recently posted a snapchat selfie captioned, "Own 2015. Like you mean it." I received some commentary (from one person because no one actually cares about what I post, so just play along) asking me what it means to specifically own the entire year "like you mean it". I can see how that would seem difficult since we live in the age of owning the night, but then never getting past the aftermath; allow me to briefly elaborate. The first part, owning the year, comes with confidence. You must have some! If you don't, then don't waste your time trying to obtain this larger-than-life state of mind that I am trying to encourage you to have. And when I say "like you mean it" I mean to storm into the new year with purpose! You may not know the exact purpose every moment of every day (God knows I don't) but do everything with some sort of meaning. If you go to the store, put on your adorable chill outfit and wink at the hottest guy you see. If you go to the movies with your friends, be the cutest girl in the group and wave at the hottest guy you see. And if you go to a party, stay gorgeously sober and keep your hands to yourself!
Monday, December 15, 2014
Too Fast?
Are we going too fast? What happens if we never wait for anything ever again? Is this bad? Are you confused? I am. I mean I want the fast shipping, fast metabolism, fast food, and fast wifi just as much as the next blogger but when will it start to hurt us? Will doing what is easy begin to effect our desire to do what is right? I am honestly trying to get out of question mode here but I just have so many. I am just a high school writer so obviously I don't have the answers, so I guess I thought that if I typed my questions out I could unravel them. Newsflash: that ain't how it works. High school is overrated. It's not answering any of my life questions and is only teaching me to hate these people. Too much? Whoops. Honesty just happens sometimes. Are we all zoned? Even the most focused is lacking somewhere. Maybe we should put it all in slow motion, let's think about our futures and our decisions and our right-nows all at the same time. Let's think about others. Or about each other. I know the kid in Africa needs your clothes and water, but the kid in home room needs your kindness.
Aimless...?
As a teenager of course there are nights where I would love to just sit around and let my mind wander. Then take a nap, wake up, and think about absolutely nothing over a bowl of Frosted Flakes in my "Qi's Cereal" bowl. I dream of an endless summer. I dream of beauty, inside and out of everyone (it wouldn't be any fun to be a perfect person if the ones around me were all bums.) In a wonderland where we were all the epitome of this chill being that we all wanted to be. Icy. Sitting on a rooftop with anyone you wanted to until 3AM talking about life. Talking about your pathetic life (if you have first world problems your life is probably pathetic in the grand scheme of things, accept it) discussing whatever you wanted until it was time for more food. Just sitting around and enjoying an entire album with your friends, just once. No drugs, no alcohol, completely of sound mind. For some that would be too much to bear. Being able to hear your thoughts is scary. I don't know, maybe that should scare us; maybe there are some things that we should not know that we are capable of. Just stop thinking, and eat your own box of pizza on the Friday night of a three day weekend.
Should I Really Care?
Is there a point in letting the incompetence of others interest me? Never have I ever been perfect in any regard but is that not even more of a reason to keep my opinions to myself? Selfishness alert! Of course I have to care about other people's incompetence. And along the way it is even more important to fix myself. People need help, and I do not have the right to deny anyone that help. Sometimes I feel like I am this monster of an unsolvable problem and mess, so I just put on my headphones and block out all of my life's crap. But who are we, as human beings to ignore the silent cry of our neighbor? We should always be looking to lend a helping hand or better yet a hug. Hugs (and pizza) can cure just about anything. A good hug can just set a good day over the edge for me so I should be so lucky to be able to offer that loving feeling to anyone else. I will continue to build myself, to be a person that anyone can learn from. Selflessly is really the on,y way to live. The self-consumed will eventually only have themselves to hold. That would really suck.
For my Grade's Sake.
Let's argue until I am blue in the face. Please. I've got time. There is no way I am going to sit here and settle for a B in Bible class just because you, as a teacher want to get all specific about rubrics and regulations at the very end of the semester. No. Let's just get rational and talk this out until I come home with a ninety-three. I will write some extra Bible verses (although I would much rather avoid having to go that far) and I will bake you some cookies. And no, I am not giving up social media for a test grade. Just give me the A! Can I get a grade for being a Christian?!? There is no such thing as a B in Christian Apologetics. Anything less than an A is unacceptable. I do not do Bs in Bible! Merry freaking Christmas. Ho. Ho. No. Where is my tidings of goodness and joy? Don't give me the whole "put yourself in my shoes" speech about how you feel like I'm not paying attention just because I am pinning on Pinterest. I mean come on just stop. Let's stop the Christian on Christian crime end.
The Knightly Knews!
Being one of the main anchors on my high school's news show is not all it could be. You would think that I could be a school-wide star! But I guess the news would have to actually be decent in order for that to occur. I mean we try to do a good job, but most of the time if it's funny in your head, that's not the case out loud. All of the pressure to be funny and super entertaining can be overbearing. I think he student body forgets that we also have to get it to pass the administration's approval as well as make it to their liking. Talk about a tough job. Being on air with my cast members is so much fun. Between messing up the lines every take and that one golden clip where everyone just nails it, we have an amazing time. Editing is not my favorite but I definitely take the responsibility seriously to make sure that all of our hard work shines through. There are some moments when a middle school kid will run up to me asking if I'm "that girl from the Knightly Knews" and it is one of my proudest and flattering moments. I live for those days. Is that sad?
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Because I can't.
I simply cannot deal with studying for exams. It's like I am literally so close to the end. I mean yeah, sure it's my fault for not trying hard enough in the first place (the reason I am at such a breaking point) but can I just get some extra credit for being me and move on with my life? And this goes for everyone. I'm feeling like if you were able to get a B in the class that is a 90 or above, then you achieved the most possible for he tiny a,out of studying you did. I mean clearly you did your work, if you did no work AND didn't study wouldn't you have a C? I'm proud to say I have never had one of those. Ok teachers, hands up, you got us; we were coasting by in your class. But can you blame us? School takes up like 8 hours of your already jam packed day. As a teenager with a life (and we're not even diving into social life yet) and a schedule, can we catch a break? I know no teacher wants to hear this because of all of the "easy grades" they give to "help" us but I just needed to complain. That's what blogs are for. Welcome to my outlet.
Words.
These are a few words to live by...you might hate them or think they are stupid but they turn me up so read on and be inspired.
"A piece of clothing should be like a work of art." -Rosita Missoni
"Fashion is very important. It is life-enhancing and, like everything hat gives pleasure, it is worth doing well." -Vivienne Westwood
"Playing dress-up begins at age 5 and never truly ends." -Kate Spade
"There is no need to dress like everyone else. It's much more fun to create your own look." -Twiggy
"Give a girl the right shoes and she can conquer the world." -Marilyn Monroe
"Fashion's about extravagance, and everyone needs a bit of that." -Carine Roitfeld
"Hearts are wild creatures that's why our ribs are cages"
"Don't underestimate the seductive power of a decent vocabulary"
"Alice: 'How long is forever?'
White Rabbit: 'Sometimes, just one second.'" -Lewis Carol
"Dress shabbily and they remember the dress; dress impeccably and they remember the woman." -Coco Chanel
"Today me will live in the moment unless it is unpleasant in which case me will eat a cookie" -Cookie Monster
"What you wear is how you present yourself to the world, especially today, when human contacts are so quick. Fashion is an instant language." -Miuccia Prada
Washing.
Washing the dishes may be one of the world's worst, privileged children's household chores that it has ever been my misfortune to do. As a female, obviously I don't want to stick my hands in the piping hot water (because "it has to be hot to be clean") just so that my pretty, and already highly chippable nail polish can come right off. It ruins my whole mood. After having a great dinner with fantastic food and good conversation and all of a sudden you remember that the dishes have to be done, by you - is a fatal feeling. My entire vibe comes crashing down before I even pick up the rag and soap. It is beyond petty to be complaining about is at all but come on, it is so annoying! My kids will definitely be washing dishes just like their old lady did because it just would not be fair for me to endure this without ensuring that someone else will one day feel my pain. I think my mom is convinced that washing dishes builds character. I am not yet a convert to that theory but my kids will wash them anyway.
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