I love sunshine. I love summer. I dislike snow, especially how much snow we’ve had this winter. That’s partly because I spent my last winter in California, where it was 80 degrees in January and I laid out in the sun. Yesterday it got up to 48 degrees, I think, and it had me wishing for Spring so badly! I can’t take ANY more snow!! I just want to wear my cute new swim suit and lay out in the sun!
So sometimes, when my desire for summer just gets to be too much, I pull out my favorite shorts and a summery t-shirt, turn up the heat and sit around in them.
Not sure if it helped.
Dear warm weather,
Please come soon. Melt all the snow. Gimme those Western endless blue skies.
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As it turns out, I can’t make wise outfit choices. I keep leaving the house in what I believe is “October Appropriate Wear,” only to be dying of heatstroke by the time I’m walking to my car after classes. I think I may have figured it out though. Wear jeans, shoes that aren’t boots–but not sandals, a thin shirt with a light jacket. That way, I’m only a little cold when I leave in the mornings and only a little hot when I leave in the afternoons. WIN-WIN. Just gotta keep a slight feeling of discomfort always and then all my discomfort will only be slight.
Sorry I haven’t been posting very regularly this week. There’s just this thing called English Class, crammed into a Summer semester, and all I do is annotate articles on feminism and write outlines and papers.
Here are things that keep me sane:
I love side braids. Efficient. I don’t have to put almost any effort into my hair. Favorite polka dot shirt. Jean shorts. Mint pedicures with blue flowers. Gold sandals.
Happy 4th of July, Happy Independence Day, Happy Summer! Shirt is from Victoria’s Secret, bike belongs to my brother-in-law. Can’t wait to enjoy fireworks tonight, but responsibly, of course, since half of the state is on fire.
My heart goes out to all those who sacrificed their lives for our freedom–and to all those who continue to put their lives on the line for our country!
In other news, I got a Ukulele for my birthday. I have written SO MANY NEW SONGS. I feel like Taylor Swift, writing about all my exes. Well, some I wrote while I was still with them. It’s actually really therapeutic!
I really like balloons, so when I came to work yesterday and had balloons waiting for me, I was all over them. As you can see by the new header. And the photos below. I even did my hair and nails and makeup all nice! Balloons are special, I’m telling you. The dress is from Forever21, shoes are from Forever Young Shoes. Hair I got from this tutorial on Pinterest (and modified it a little).
Okay, so I really don’t know what words should accompany this post. What do I want to say… This reminds me of a couple years ago, when I first started my blogging and was living in the Blue House. I couldn’t think of anything to write then either. This is what I wrote:
It’s hard to write when you don’t have something to say. What do people say when they have nothing to say? I imagine they sit in front of their paper, or their computer, and stare. Or perhaps their eyes drift and they begin to think about other things. Like what they had for lunch. Or what their plans are for the upcoming Friday.
Everybody feels, so that’s no excuse for an empty mind. No one goes through life completely apathetic on all accounts. For instance, I am looking at a crack on my wall. I have no idea how it got there, but I feel something about that crack. I’m frustrated it’s there because when I reach for blankets at the end of my bed, sometimes my nail gets stuck and the plaster cuts my finger. Yet, I like it on account of how it brings character to this already overwhelmingly charismatic house. Sometimes, it embarrasses me when people come to visit and they notice the crack. I feel as if they are judging me for not living in a perfect house in perfect condition. But I feel about that crack in the wall. I could probably write a paper on how I feel about that crack in the wall.
So there you go. Pensive Thursday. Maybe it should be a thing. I realize the photos seem completely unrelated. You’re welcome.