*Ins and Outs

Newest trend in communication: bullets. Short. Choppy. Incomplete. Sentences. EZ 2 read. U won't lose interest amiright?
Here is my life in a serious of what's "IN and OUT":

IN:

-Seeing my sister (and family) in one week

-Ambushing NYC with my presence this summer

-The above outfit. Flowy dresses-turned-skirts and shaved legs = the best feeling you’ll ever experience

-Shameless plugs (see below)

OUT:

-Leaving my sister (and family) for 2 months 

-Throwin’ deuces to my sophomore year at Elon

-Pants. I never want to wear pants again. FREEDOM 

-Not taking advantage of shamelessly plugging on my blog before

In NYC I’ll be an editorial intern for Refinery29 (it’s just, like, the coolest website evaaa CHECK IT OUT). Read it, fall in love, become addicted, refuse to accept your addiction, and proceed to fall down the slippery slope of devoting your life to reading Refinery29.

Same goes for the latest edition of The Edge. Send it to your mom, your mom’s Martini Club, your teachers from high school, that family friend you don’t know why but for some reason have his/her/their email, post it as your FB status, tweet it, make a Vine of you reading it...

*Forget everything your mother told you (sorry Marti)

Guys. I'm back. Back from the dead (if death was exams and applying for internships and overdosing on coffee). But what's important is that I've gotten my butt back in gear and 1. actually showered 2. made time to find my photographer Katy and a cool brick wall and 3. scaled said wall for dramatic effect in this post. 

During my hiatus I have learned a few things about dressing I thought I'd share with you through today's outfit (I'm into numbering if you can't tell):

1. No sleep or no mascara in your makeup bag = sunglasses all hours of the day. It was cloudy today. It was 5:00 pm. I wore sunglasses anyway.  

2. Never underestimate the forgiveness of a baggy top. This one can do no wrong. 

3. Forget every rule you've ever heard about not combining navy blue and black. Just do it. You won't regret it.

4. Sometimes, when the zipper to your leather pants breaks, you just have to put some spandex on underneath and wear a super long shirt to hide the gaping hole in your pants because these are just TOO AWESOME TO THROW AWAY. 

5. Shoes that fully cover your feet are so out. 

*Pseudo-Easter post

I guess you could consider this an Easter-themed post with the deranged bunnies over my shoulder. Imagine THOSE at a children's Easter-egg hunt. 
And that's the image I'll leave you with today. 
(Also, sorry for the stain on my jacket (no! don't scroll back up to check!!!). Don't know what I was eating at the time when that happened...)

*FOMO

Let's talk about FOMO. Or, for those of you unfamiliar with the new jargon established daily, Fear of Missing Out. Not to confuse it with YOLO, although the two can compliment one another in many situations, (Ex: "I'm going to eat this entire jar of Nutella and watch Girls with my friends at 12 a.m. on a school night because YOLO AND FOMO). Let's talk about how much FOMO affects our lives. Specifically, college students' lives. More specifically, my college-student life.  Last year, if you asked me how well I managed my time, I would have said I was smart, proactive, put-together...I was a nerd, but damnit I got my stuff DONE.  Then comes my sophomore year when my mentality suddenly shifts from 'new kid on campus' to serious senioritis (yes, I'm aware I have two more years to go. Who knows how that will turn out...). Suddenly, chatting with my friends seems MUCH more attractive then dying a slow death alone in my room writing SWOT analyses while a textbook pile the size of a small child sits on my desk.  But isn't this what college is about? I try to reassure my parents "I'm not going to remember the A I got on my paper as much as I'll remember the nights I stayed up until 4 in the morning in McEwen making music videos" (shout out to Julia Boyd) in which they reply "Ok Al, sure, if you make it out of college alive. But you sure will remember the F on that paper if you're jobless and on the STREETS" Okay, I kid, They're not that mean.  But the struggle continues (with no hope of being solved) between being a "responsible adult" (read that with sarcasm) and making mems at college. Mems = memories. BTW that's a new thing. 

*Impulsion-ation

It's that time of the year. The time I start contemplating some serious makeovers. Maybe it's the anticipation of spring weather approaching or my co-dependent relationship with Pinterest, but I'm at a point where I've been asking myself some serious (-ly disturbing) questions: "Hey guys, can I rock some blue highlights?" "I wonder what a nose piercing would look like..." "At what point does my hair become short enough that I resemble a boy?"
Answers I've received (and tend to agree with): No, bad, and anything above the shoulders. 

*Mary Poppins

This is probably the least Valentine's Day-related Valentine's Day post...no red outfit, no gift-giving advice...just a picture of me trying to be Mary Poppins. As Liz Lemon would say, Happy Anna Howard Shaw Day friends!