Sunday, February 11, 2018

This Week's Laundry: Go Birds!

The Eagles (as of exactly a week ago) won the super bowl!!! Sooooo for our outfits this week we attempted to wear as much green and Eagles related clothing (dilly dilly) as we could.
The format is a different now as well. We are all missing a few days/outfits because classes, work, and life has us stressed and changing into pajamas as soon as we get home is becoming more and more necessary, but nonetheless enjoy and go birds.








Monday, February 5, 2018

This Week's Laundry: Struggling

This week we missed Catie because schedules suck, but she will be back next week even if I have to stay up till midnight to get a picture. The struggle this week was also very, very real I had more deadlines than I can count and I am honestly very surprised I survived. Also, to top it off my camera battery was dead from monday onwards, but shall be back working next week! Like I said, this week was a S T R U G G L E. Anyways, here's what we wore!

Me: My style influence for the week was waking up late-every outfit was picked out with literally seconds to spare, and there was absolutely no time for makeup.

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Lauren: Her style influence was: "Just trying not to repeat outfits." A true challenge.

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Friday, January 26, 2018

This Week's Laundry: 1st Real Week of Classes

Starting a weekly trend of posting what my roommates, Cate and Lauren, and I wear each week to see how our style changes and progresses over the semester! Be prepared for lots of sweatpants and messy buns. 

Me: I didn't do laundry until wednesday night and therefore had no clean pants so that was my style influence for the week. 
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Catie: Style influence for the week was: "new clothes!!!" (she ditched me on thursday for work)
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Lauren: Style influence for the week was: "sweaters, sweaters, and more sweaters." (she ditched me too, for home on friday)
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Tuesday, January 2, 2018

"Speak Up Girl. Damn"

I was in the kitchen at work the other day, and I was putting together a to go order which needed extra taziki sauce (because let's be real you can never have too much). When I went over to the line to ask Chef Bill for extra, I was anxious as per usual whenever I have to talk to someone who is not my mom or best friend. When I asked, he didn't hear me so I repeated it two more times before he understood what I had asked for. Afterwards, he said to me, "just speak up girl, damn". I awkwardly laughed it off as you do and proceeded on with my day. However, his words, meaning much less than how I took them I'm sure, stayed repeating in my mind.

For the majority of my life I was given the role of the shy, quiet girl. I was content in that place from elementary school through high school. Never once really questioned or wondered why I was that way. I always had then mentality that unless spoken to, why speak? It wasn't until recently that I started questioning why I thought that way.

I realized that for me it probably developed because of little things people said that I internalized. My family, older sister especially, and some friends would mention to me that I talked too much, my sister's favorite phrase was 'shut up'. Now, that is not out of the ordinary for anyone, and I was being an annoying younger sister who wouldn't shut up. However, it is how I internalized what those people said that made me who I am.

I took those 'shut ups' and 'not right nows' and 'I don't cares' extremely personally. I told myself that no one wanted to hear what I said, and so it was better to just not say anything at all. As a child, not that big of a deal. But as I grew up and saw how easily people shared their opinions, stories, and comments on anything and everything I was surprised. I also realized that I was not participating in those conversations out of fear.

I was not used to openly sharing anything at all. To me if nobody asked, nobody cared. Which isn't true, and even if they don't care, who cares? My opinion is just as valid as anyone else's. I've felt this most recently in college, in class discussions I would never participate. In high school that didn't matter, teachers rarely graded on participation. But now all of my professors adore making 10-30% of my grade based on participation, and I struggled with that a lot.

In class I would have awful anxiety about raising my hand and stating what I thought. I would feel my heart pounding outside of my chest, and I knew not saying anything would make that feeling go away. So I wouldn't say anything. That lack of participation has led to many awkward meetings with professors about why I don't participate when I should. And I never know what to say to them.

So, recently I have tried to have the mentality that I should speak my mind and say how I feel. No matter if that is the unpopular opinion, or what everyone else is already thinking. I have a right to speak without being spoken to. Now, I don't think this is the awakening Bill intended me to have after telling me to speak up, but I'll be sure to thank him loud and clear next time I see him.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Bullet Journaling: An Attempt at an Organized Life

If you are alive and on social media in 2017, then I am sure you have heard of the latest trend of Bullet Journals. If you haven't yet then let me enlighten you, it's basically a journal that is supposed to help people organize their life into a few simple pages. You can search it on YouTube and find plenty of tutorials on how to Bullet Journal; and if you're like me suddenly 3 hours will have passed and you'll be on your 10th tutorial and counting. I'll link the original video so you can see where the idea originated from. Keep on reading to see how I made my Bullet Journal which is a little smaller and minimal compared to many people's!

MY JOURNAL:
I've been wanting to start a Bullet Journal since around May when I first discovered the world Bullet Journals, but me being the indecisive little shit that I am couldn't pick out a journal or decide how to set it up. A lot of the journals people use are on the expensive side to me, and spending a lot of money is not something I wanted to do just for a journal so I also tried to create my journal on as much of budget as I could.



I found this lovely (millennial?/dusty rose?) pink journal at my most favorite of stores, Target for around $8! Not gonna lie, I bought it 25% to start journaling and 75% because of the mild Grey's Anatomy "it's a beautiful day to safe lives" reference.









The pens I decided to use aren't anything particularly exciting, they're also from Target. The Papermate Markers came in a 5 pack (I lost my purple one, rip) for $5.99. The pen is a Pilot G2 07, and comes in a pack of 3 for $4 at Target. It's a gel pen and I can't go to work with out them their fantastic.







Most Bullet Journals are used first as a calendar and weekly planner which is something I didn't feel the need to include in mine because I tend to just keep track of my work schedule and daily errands on my wall calendar. The sections that really interested me to use in my journal is the Expense, Mood and Habit Trackers. I felt like they were a good way to keep my life organized, which is something I have been slacking on lately. You can add or remove any sections of the original Bullet Journal that you chose, just use what will help you most!
This is the first page of my journal, just a simple title!
I made a title page for the month too. It is headed with July and subtitled with 'and a lil bit of June' because I'm a loser and started at an odd time at the end of June. 
For my monthly expense tracker I just made four columns: the date, what I purchased, and how much I added or subtracted from my account. 
My Mood Tracker is one page split in half to fit all of the dates and then four columns on each half: the date, and then the moods-happy, mediocre, and sad-represented by poorly drawn smiley faces.  
For my Habit Tracker I had to use two pages to fit everything, so the first page has the first half of my dates; and yes I did miss a few dates because I was hardcore jamming to Harry Styles so I'll have to back and fix that lol. 
This is the second page of dates, the habits I'm tracking this month are, days I do Laundry, Clean my Room, Read, Exercise, and Eating Well. I picked the top five things I've been wanting to do more often so we shall see how that goes.  
Lots of people fill extra space in their journals with awesome art but my lack of artistic skill filled the blank space with an iconic Michael Scott quote. 
My last page I added a space for Goals and Ideas of the month, I structured the goals portion to fit ten goals and I'll go back and check them off if I complete them. I didn't structure the Ideas half because it didn't seem necessary to me, I'll just fill that part in as I go. Also my goals are so easy so far, if ya girl doesn't complete them everyone should be hella disappointed in me. 


So that's my journal so far, we shall see how it goes for this month and I'll probably do an update at the end of the month to see how it goes and what I want to change for August. I'm definitely most excited for the expense tracker, I think it will be the most helpful because I desperately need to stop spending all my money at Target if you couldn't tell from this post. 

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Sunday, September 25, 2016

Empowering, Emotional, and Enraging: The Philly Slut Walk 2016



Yesterday I participated in my first ever March to End Rape Culture, formerly known as the Slut Walk. It is safe place for people of all ages, genders, races, sexualities, and everything in between to come together and do their part to
change the world for the better. I have never felt more comfortable in a large group of people than I did there, everyone was welcoming, accepting, and happy. People were dressed in all different outfits that made them feel good about themselves and it was so empowering to see people comfortable in their own skin. I was lucky to hear stories from many different speakers who were brave enough to get on stage and share their heartbreaking stories of overcoming the tragedy that they have to wake up every day and face. The tragedy of rape, sexual assault, molestation, and more. Rape culture is something we feed into everyday when we stay silent: it's Brock Turner getting three months of jail time, it's women being asked "well, what were you wearing?" or "were you drunk?", it's preaching "don't get raped" instead of "don't rape".  It needs to end. Blame the system, not the victim.

Walking down the streets of Philly chanting with like minded people was a powerful experience, but what was even more powerful was seeing the people on the sidewalk not booing, but cheering us on and clapping. They yelled and honked their horns in support, I didn't see one person without a smile on their face. However, one of the most enraging parts of the day was before we left to march. Everyone was gathered by city hall conversing, taking photos, and making posters-everyone was having a wonderful time. But then a man and a few of his comrades decided to show up with a mega phone, pocket bible, and posters to chant at us about how we are "going to hell" and "ladies if you kept your legs closed you wouldn't get raped" (I shit you not those exact words came out of his mouth). Now, I do not care that his beliefs differ from mine, he has his opinions and I have mine. What I am not okay with is how he showed up to a peaceful event full of happy people gathering for a good cause, to spew his hatred for them and attempt to get a negative reaction to feed his ego. He wanted us to get mad, that is the only reason he came, he knew if we got mad it would justify his opinion of us, that we are "terrible sinners who belong in hell." I am proud to say that we responded to him without insults and negative words, but with chants of "love trumps hate".

You are always going to be surrounded by people like that man, people trying to knock you down and tell you that you are wrong. Ignore them, be whoever you are happy being, say what you feel, and stand up for the things you believe in. I did, and it felt amazing.

If the March to End Rape Culture/Slut Walk sounds like something you'd be interested in, check out there website: http://www.marchtoendrapeculture.com


Sunday, September 18, 2016

Cringing and Crying (aka checking your bank account)

Me on the first day of classes.

Textbooks are expensive, and every time I had to swipe my debit card in the school bookstore or click 'checkout' on Chegg, I died a little inside. It was like a little piece of my heart went with every dollar I spent on my books, (which lets be honest I probably won't read most of them anyway). I rented all of mine, except two, so they were a little cheaper although it kind of sucks spending almost $100 on a book you have to give back, and I can't even doodle in the margins because then I'll have to pay a fine. *eye roll* The most painful part of buying textbooks is that after you've bought them all you feel pretty good-it's over with and you have everything you need. And then it hits you. You are going to have to do this every semester for the next four years of your life. Honestly, I realized that on my second day of classes and I considered dropping out for a solid five minutes. After I got over my little existential crisis about textbooks I thought "hmm what could make my day even better? Checking my bank account, of course!" So that's what I did, and I cringed and cried. A lot. I had decent amount of money in my account from working all summer and when I logged on chunk of about a couple hundred of it was gone. Poof. Disappeared. Taken by a little devil known as college. 

Because we all know the only thing worse than having to spend money on things you need, is spending money on things you don't need at all. Like jeans. I don't really need jeans but if you give me a BOGO 50% off and a student discount, I will most definitely be able to convince myself that I need jeans. And that's what I spent my Friday afternoon doing. I got my jeans-two pairs for $71-which did take a lot of convincing, a text to my mom, reassuring from my roommate, and chatting online with the customer service guy, (I wanted to see if I could get anymore money off but sadly the answer was no). But I did it nonetheless and I'm hella excited because they are arriving next week and I can't wait. I haven't had the courage to go on and look at my bank account since I bought them and I might not ever build up the courage to, but hey ignorance is bliss, right?

 
Me too, Edward, me too.