Mid-Evening Nap

Lately I've been spending a lot of time asleep.

Frumpants

Frumpy corduroy pants ($Free!)
Last seen: In my crafts to-do basket

Try real hard not to look at my face, It's like 3AM and I'm super tired.

I got these pants from my aunt, who got them from a lady she used to work for. They fit nicely in the waist but I never wore them because I'm all outta proportion the legs were all loose and baggy, especially around the knees. Everything I tried to pair them with just looked lumpy and awful, so they sat in the back of my closet for over a year while I told myself I'd take them in someday and turn the legs into skinny cigarette legs.

AND TODAY I DID! I can finally cross them off of my long list of things to sew. It took about half an hour and was ridiculously easy, except for the part where I had to make the legs matching widths. I probably won't wear them with that boy shirt and what I call "Ke$ha Hair", which is what it looks like when I sleep on it wet and it dries wrinkled like that. But it's appropriate for today, because it's lazy sunday and all I did was go to Wal-Mart anyway. I was kind of hoping I could pass it off as that whole effortlessly sloppy chic thing, but looking at the picture, nope.

JUST LOOK AT HOW CAREFREE I AM IN MY NEW PANTS.

On a side note, I was at a peak of productivity for everything other than school today. I sewed another thing, cleaned my living room and organized my shoes and painted my door.

Closet Check

I have a habit of buying clothes and never wearing them. I do this because:

1. It's on sale and too good a deal to pass up
2. It almost fits and someday I'll work out enough for it to fit
3. It almost fits and someday I'll alter or fix it so it does
4. It's so wacky & unique I've gotta have it

For whatever reasons above, my closet's full of stuff I never wear and probably never will. Every day I wake up and stare into the abyss that is my closet, and every day I think I don't know what to wear, even though there's like 500 possibilities right in front of me.

*This is "empty closet", which consists of the things I hardly ever wear, because the things I do wear are all dirty and all on my bedroom floor.

I made a new years resolution to wear everything in my closet at least once before deciding whether to keep it or give it away, and it's been interesting so far, to say the least. I have/had really weird taste in things. I'm gonna try keeping a blog about it, but no promises.

I typed this with my one good hand.

I'm probably the last of my friends to have broken a bone. I know this, because every time we play "Never Have I Ever", I get all those suckers out with "Never have I ever been to Mexico", and "Never have I ever broken a bone".

I'm probably being a baby about it, but this shit seriously hurts! It's the middle finger, so it kind of wants to move every time the neighboring fingers do. It's kind of ruining my whole left hand. I'm incredibly lucky that when I fell I landed on my left hand, because now I can at least do things like write and hold a fork. It's put a bit of a strain on my everyday life though; mundane little things are suddenly taking a long and tedious time to do. Things like, buttoning jeans, tying shoes, and putting my hair up. I can't even cut meat anymore, because that's too complex of a task- It's a two handed task.

EDIT: It's been three weeks today since my finger broke. I am in a new splint, called a "stack splint" and am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I'll never be a hand model, never get to bend this joint again, and never learn to play the guitar (although I could theoretically play lefty guitars). It's kind of shit because I'll also never get to know how exactly it even happened, but like I said, I'm slowly coming to terms with it. For now though, I'm icing it all day every day praying to every god I know of hoping life will go back to normal soon.

Womp womp.

Uh oh, I've forgotten to write down memories of my life, and now they've been forgotten. I always remember to actually record thoughts and little moments because when I find myself wondering "where has this month/week/year gone??" This is the place I'm supposed to go to find out.

I suppose it's been really amazing July, from what I can remember. Not that I was drunk and blacked out, no really I wasn't, but time just moves so fast that I can hardly keep up. I spent the last three weekends away from home, camping (Jul 2-4), in Philadelphia on the world's greatest trip with less than 24 hours of planning (Jul 7-14), and visiting Arcosanti, as a friend described as "a hippie paradise that looks like Luke Skywalker's aunt and uncle's". That's EXACTLY what it is (Jul 16-18). Between all the craziness of getting lost in the woods (which was not too fun BTW, but I'll spare you the miserable details), spontaneous cross-country flights, smoking in a swimming pool teetering on the edge of a cliff, and countless other adventures that are leaking from my memory by the minute, being home has become something of an exotic thing lately.

Having been home only in downtime between long days interning and fast weekend adventures, it feels so good to just sit down and be at home. The smell of my dish soap and the feel of my bed are things that I can't describe, but it's intoxicating and probably just like Martha Stewart always says but no one ever listens, "It's a good thing". I love my apartment! :)

So for today, I went to work as usual, and worked on a column and some doors. Quite mundane, quite regular. We had thursday meeting, like always, and it was so gloomy that I could hardly stay awake. It's monsoon season, and the clouds are getting so heavy but it refuses to rain. The dam at Tempe Town Lake broke a few days ago, and the lake was absolutely drained when I saw it riding the bus today. Weird stuff. It's like the world is hating on Tempe, taking all the water and putting it in the air to make the 115 degree weather seem even hotter. Yes, it is possible. TGFAC, I always say. Thank god for air conditioning.

It's called air conditioning, not fair conditioning.

It's officially summer in Arizona! Just a few days into the over-100 degree mark and I already want to die. What makes it even worse though, is that I don't have air conditioning in my car, and that my new apartments air conditioning+insulation is ancient and it sucks. Basically, it is very hot, all the time. I remember a long time ago I read an article about this couple that went an entire summer without air conditioning at home, and I'd always wanted to try it myself. Now I'm sure this couple lived in a place that was a better designed for the desert, but these people probably aren't as badass as me. It seems that I should be able to survive on shade and ventilation alone, since people have been living in the desert for pretty much forever, and I'm sure most of them didn't die. I imagine it'll be a pretty awesome feat to accomplish, and it'd be great for mother earth as well as my ego! But the real reason is, electricity is expensive, and I like to buy shit with my money :)

One Thing I Hate: Hipsters

I'm a huge fan of digging through piles of garbage at the thrift store for hours only to find that one perfect thing, then someone has to go and ruin it by going all, "Oh that's cute did you get it at Urban Outfitters?" No, I did not. I know what I like well enough to pick it out from a pile of shit I don't like. What did you do, hop down to the mall and stock up on some mass-produced, overpriced vintage reproductions? Yeah. Yeah, you did. And you look terrible.








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