Going to class is getting in the way of my college experience

Lots and lots of things to share. But due to that pesky little detail of undergraduate education known as midterm week, I will have to tell you about them later. So just in case I forget, here are some things I'm going to mull over in my next post(s):

1. everybody remembers my entry about my first impression of Communications, my major. now that i'm halfway into my classes, I'm going to tell you what its really like.
2. mean people. or rather people who guilt and blame you for problems, but do it in the most unassuming of ways.
3. the stress of being involved in a student publication - some of you may know what i'm talking about.

I know this is really an unsatisfactory post. But I'll leave you with a picture of Salvador Dali. One my most favorite artists.

"I do not take drugs. I am drugs." - Salvador Dali

He actually looks quite fetching in this picture, I think. People always ask me why I like him. It's because he's insane. Insane but brilliant at the same time. He alway has so much going on in his paintings in terms of different visual perspectives I feel like my brain is going to explode from trying to comprehend it all. I kind of like that feeling. Is that how it feels like to be on drugs?



Anyway, now that I have sufficiently scared you off with my post-mortem crush and possible insanity - I will bid you good day. And I promise I shall return with a wealth of new, hopefully interesting but probably useless musings.

Cheers!

So I Kick, Push, Kick, Push, Coast...

I feel like I haven't updated in awhile. I'm going to try to update once a week. I hate when you click on blogs you love only to find that you have to wait patiently for a beloved update. I loathe waiting for updates just as much as I loathe waiting for packages. Speaking of, my package came today! Delia*s was having their end of season clearance sale and they had a bunch of stuff on clearance for 50% off! My sister and I went crazy with it:

Sister bought this shirt for $10. It kind of reminds me of this DIY graphic t-shirt she made with an iron-on transfer design of a cat riding a skateboard. Don't ask me why.

I think she got these for $20. I have to say, when i saw these online, I was thinking, "boring white wedge-type shoe." *yawn* BUT now that I have seen them in person, I am so jealous! They're made with two different textures. Plain white leather and an embossed sort of leather. The embossing on the leather makes it look sort of like the feathers of a bird. And we all know plumage is hot this year. I hate when the sister's good eye for style leaves me with nothing but green eyes.

My sister bought this as a present for a friend for $15. This is an example of the the reverse of what happened with the shoes. This looked cute online, but in real life it didn't live up to our expectations. The striped part is cute, but the yellow part is a printed knit. And theres something about the print that makes it look like it was a leftover piece of fabric, originally used to sew a onesie.

I bought these. The RVCA shirt was $10. And I think the tank was $7.99. I know they're pretty boring purchases. But this summer I had an epiphany that I have absolutely no graphic tees. I remember in 8th grade (the fashion Dark Ages for my sister and I), I had to have the skate brand t-shirts that everyone else was wearing. It didn't matter that a red shirt with a hawaiian flower graphic on it costed $25. As long as I had the word Roxy, Billabong or Hurley scrawled across my pancake-flat chest, thats all that mattered to me.

But when I reached high school, I realized how utterly ridiculous it is to pay that much for what is essentially a plain t-shirt with some fabric paint. So I excommunicated graphic tees from my closet and went through a period where I wore plain t-shirts in different colors. This was about the time when layering came in and Old Navy became my best friend because they always had 2-for deals on basic tees.

Only recently did I discover that sometimes, a graphic tee can give an outfit a certain edge that can't be attained by accessorizing a plain colored tee. So I flipped when I saw the sale at Delias. That RVCA shirt is usually $25.

I know some people might argue that wearing skate brands is so junior high. But I've realized the key to them look less juvenile is the intention behind it. If you're wearing them to show off to your hardcore skater friends that you can pay $35 for a blue shirt that has nothing but the word Billabong on it (I've seen that before), then yes, you belong back in your Algebra 1 class.

But for me, I've come to really respect the design talent behind some skate brands. The two I like the most are Volcom and the aforementioned RVCA. Volcom, I have found, has a sense of humor in their clothes. Two years ago, I bought this bright yellow collared shirt by Volcom. There are little details in the pockets and labels that make it feel like the designers created the shirt after surfing the waves at Newport Beach and not in some stuffy corporate conference room. And as for RVCA, I love crests and coats of arms (in a prep school sort of way not in a Juicy Couture kind of way).

I always hear that Southern California is the skate/surf capital of the world. The Paris for skate brands. This leads me to wonder if skate brands ever caught on in places other than Southern California, like the Northeast or the Midwest.

all pictures are from delias.com