Lights. Camera. Awkward!

Observation #27: The camera adds 10 pounds...of awkwardness

I cannot take a serious picture. Its impossible for me to take a normal smiling picture without feeling/looking awkward. As my mother so wisely put it after I would give her each of my school pictures, "why can't you ever just take one decent picture?" Well mother, I have finally found an answer to your question: unless, for some reason, I feel really hott that day, my picture is gonna turn out like this:

or this:

or this:

or who could forget this:

(surprise! orchestra picture)

You may all be confused and a little disturbed by this blast from the past, but the truth is, I haven't changed at all. Is the past still the past if it is identical to your present?

Anyways, this is a very long and embarrassing explanation for the reason for my attempt as a fashion blogger. 

I have been thrifting and sewing my own clothes since I cared about fashion (so like 7th grade?), and I've finally decided to share something I have thrifted/altered. But my attempt at a serious picture didn't turn out too well, so you get this instead:

I found this brilliant moo moo at a thrift store. In its former life it was an XXL shapeless dress, but I saw it's potential as soon as the tribal pattern and I locked eyes. So I took it home, and after a couple hours of clothing therapy with the sewing machine, it became a flattering shirt and skirt that I can't get enough of. I also bought the tribal necklace I am wearing (if you can see it) at the same thrift store and I wear it like my own skin. 

Some Asian that I Used to Know

Observation #26: Asians make every situation better.

Its true.
I always want to bring my Asian friend Sora Lee with me wherever I go like my favorite purse because she makes my daily routine that much more exciting.
Also, if you want to make a hit movie, throw an Asian in it! Instant success.
And this video that I found on this blog wouldn't be nearly as good if it was with a bunch of white guys.
Watch it.
Think about it.

Too Hip to be Hipster

Observation #25: It is impossible to be a hipster if your purpose is to be hipster

I have returned to the land of extreme heat and judgement that is Mesa, AZ. This is why I am finally blogging; my life in Mesa is as pathetic as a shark in my swimming pool. I've got nowhere to go and no one to eat!
Anyways, the reason for my long awaited post is to explain hipster. I have been called hipster several times before I understood the term. Now that I generally get the idea, I have to disagree. Although I like vintage clothing, big glasses, witty banter, and indie rock music, I don't think this is what being hipster is about. If I may, I'd like to give my own explanation of hipster:

Although he does not have an edgy hairstyle, big glasses or a 50s jacket, this boy is truly hipster. He does not care in the slightest what the mainstream is telling him to do. He is completely true to himself and acts accordingly 100% of the way with grace and beauty. He sounds perfect right? I think so too... So, BACK OFF! 

Just kidding.

not really

Food vs. Music

Observation #24: I would not be able to carry on without music.

This is a true observation. I have tested this theory on myself and this is is the result. My entire social life is even centered around music. Even the way I determine if I can be friends with someone is determined by the music they listen to. And when I am taking a test, I remember what I have studied by remembering the song I listened to while I was studying. Without music I would be a poor schmuck sitting in a dark room all by myself because I wouldn't have any friends-since I couldn't decide what friends to have, and I wouldn't have a job- because I couldn't pass any test.
Moral of this rant: I went to another concert last week.
I know, my blog has turned into the section in the newspaper with all the bad reviews, but this will be my last post about music for a while.
Back to the concert. It was the mutemath concert on Valentines Day.
So, I have been to a lot of concerts in my long 19 years of life, but this one blew my mind. At the end of it I was literally wiping away tears because I was too overwhelmed with emotion.
Just watch this quick music video and then you can get on with your lives:

So I Want to Marry a Musician

Observation #23: Everyone needs to know the Kooks in order to live a complete life.

kooks [kooks]
noun Slang .

1. a beautiful English indie rock band formed in Brighten, East Sussex, in 2001. They were created by the quirky and adorable lead singer, Luke Pritchard.

2. an eccentric, strange, or foolish person.

So I was privileged to see these great characters in concert about a month ago, and oh was it great! I have no words for the joy I experienced as I looked up at Luke's bobbing curls singing to me. The greatest thing about this concert is that not many people know of the Kooks (or just love them like I do) so the concert wasn't too crowded. It was almost like Luke and I were the only 2 in the room...

If any of you haven't guessed I am totally turned on have a soft spot for musicians. 

Anyways, if you do not know the Kooks, know them now.

I Have Found the Cure

Observation #22: Charlie Chaplin is the solution against white hair

When I tell people I am in the Interior design program, I am instantly pictured picking out fabric samples and paint swatches all day. Please get this picture out of your mind right now for it is both degrading to the ID program and false. I am constantly doing project, after drafting plans, after project. Lately, these projects have made me a little testy as my roommates will attest.
The bright spot in all of this is that after all the yoga and noodle crafts, I have finally found my perfect therapy; Charlie Chaplin.

How brilliant he is.

This post is not done.
watch this and then you can move on with your lives:

Fooled ya.

You can't move on now can you?