Knee Highs

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Fashionable Black

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"Holiday Stimulus Package" at STAGEStheater

Last night (December 5th) was opening night (sorry, redundant) for STAGEStheater's "Holiday Stimulus Package" program of short (as in 15 minutes each) holiday plays. The scene was great, with many creative minds and it was fun to have a night out filled with much hilarity in the form of fifteen minute plays. The plays were full productions and the entire program ran for about two hours. To see more info go to http://stagesoc.org. For more info on plays in Southern California go to http://socafilmandtheater.blogspot.com!

the set (sorry about the blurry-ness)

my outfit

Dress:GAP

Watches: see below

Shoes (can't see them here) Target

Tights (also can't see them but they're white/ribbed): Target

Glasses: these glasses I got from school on Red Ribbon Week and popped the dark lenses out of

my watches (none of them work) from far left, Eddie Bauer women's watch (silver), Witch Watch--vintage, Eddie Bauer Anniversary watch (women's), Eddie Bauer Anniversary watch (men's)

PARTAY

Black Friday Woes

Amazingly, I have never been Black Friday shopping. As much as I drooled over the various notebooks and netbooks in all of the store leaflets that came with various newspapers, my parents were adamantly not going to take me Black Friday shopping. So, here I sit in the local Peet's Coffee and Tea with my decidedly anti-Black Friday parents writing about them. (I bet this is so much fun for you to read!) Anyway, good news is that I discovered that Rodarte for Target comes out on MY HALF BIRTHDAY!! Yes, that's right folks on December 20th I will officially be 13 1/2. so, there' a little tid-bit to celebrate on this dreary day. Hope today gets better!

Jerking's Coming-of-Age

So, I was looking at the New York Times Sunday Styles section, which I practically die waiting for all week, and of course I couldn't miss the HUGE cover article on jerking. I was super excited to see the absolutely ginormous pic of Julian Goins and his fly moves like BAM! right in front of my face. Anyhoo, to the point. It was supercool to see this huge story on jerking because it's huge at my school--almost everyone does it, or at least tries. The oddest things happen at dances because of jerking. There are a few people who are really spectacular and when they start to dance, the giant circles of people form around them and then, the only people who are dancing are the ones in the middle of the circle. If there is one thing that reigns supreme in an OC middle it's jerking. Hours are spent youtubing jerking videos. Even more are spent getting music and then setting the choreography for dance-offs, events the entire school relishes. Then, of course, there is the epic week of Star-Search at my school where jerking reigns supreme and the dance battles commence to the deafening screaming of supporters. There is no question about it, this is jerking's coming of age.

Good News: I've Been INSPIRED!

I've been inspired, or at least motivated, by the prospect of putting off my outline for a ginormous history report--National History Day (NHD) but oh well. Credit for my inspiration goes to TAVI. Well I know she's a bit cliched to write about (sorry Tavi) because of all of the recent press on her blog, but I must confess I'm a huge fan. But, more than drag this post out by going on about the absolutely ahmazing spontaneous creativity of the quirky-cool It-girl's blog I'd like to focus on the recent Teen Vogue article that was supposedly all about teen blogger sensation Tavi. I would like to draw the attention to the more that possibility that the whole article was simply a ploy to get the word out about Rodarte's line for Target (I nearly when ballistic when I read this, being a fan of both brand and store), while incognito as a tidbit about Tavi. I'm not a hater in the least, far from it, but I did want to draw attention to the attempt of Teen Vogue to try to pass this one. And, cheers to Tavi! (and to putting off NHD)

Well, the sad, sad fate that I haven't posted in more than a month doesn't hasn't really hit home until now... So sorry about that. I haven't yet found something inspiring yet to write about, but perhaps this is inspiring you right now to go and paint your toenails neon green (that would be supercool). Oh and don't you like my use of supercool? I like it. Here's something inspiring: thirty days until my half birthday!

Expunge the Grunge

With the growing popularity of grunge, I am taking it upon myself to at least get five people to put down their feet and stand up against "grunge," the vile trend that has come from down from Seattle and infiltrated the offices of 4 Times Square, NY, NY. I can only hope that this impostor of fashion doesn't reach the minds of Anna or Grace. If it goes that far, one thing is apparent: Grunge will not be expunged.
Grunge originated from the likelihoods of Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain. It was incubated in Seattle, WA where flannel and knits abound. The most despicable thing about grunge though, is the druggie lifestyle that follows it. Cobain and Love were notorious drug addicts, further marring their style's image, as they were essentially poster boy and girl for grunge. If only people would look at grunge with a more critical eye, and notice how low class it looks. If only people would take true style to heart. Then, voila! GRUNGE EXPUNGED!

The Story of My Life

Four years ago (fourth grade): "Why are you wearing THAT?! Save it for middle school." ( Middle school started in seventh grade)
Two years ago (sixth grade): "You're wearing that? Why are you so dressed up?"
One year ago (seventh grade): "Why are you wearing jeans, boots, and a trench coat? It's, like, 80 degrees out! Aren't you burning?"

Two days ago I came to school dressed in blue jean shorts, an oversized blue sweatshirt, and white converse low tops. I feel like these critical questions that have been continuously asked of me are wearing out my creative flair.
I am easily the only one of me who has ever walked the halls of my school. A short description if you are needing descripting: "petite", blonde, and incredibly chic.
I feel like the Abercrombie and Fitch wearing drones that make up nearly 60 percent of my school's population are trying to zap me with their "follow the herd" ray gun. I can assure you that I am the only one in atleast 15 years to walk around my school in three-inch heeled booties. The only time girls at my school would be caught in anything with more heel than an Ugg boot would be when they were playing in an orchestra concert and were locked into mandatory formality. This is life in the suburbs.

In Spandex and Beyond

The superhero is really a great fashion icon that is rarely appreciated for its daring style. Spiderman, Superman, Batman, etc. are some of the only straight guys that would be caught dead in Spandex when rescuing a possible lover. If I were Superman, I would opt for skinny jeans. I mean, hey, you needn't dress like Tae-Bo in order to show off your heroic muscles.



The only proper representation of superheroes seen recently was the 2008 Met Cosutme Gala. So, do me a favor. Take a stand. Wear some spandex and support comic book revival!