Do you ever wake up and feel energized and legitimately optimistic about facing the day? No? Not really? Me neither. But I did today! Now I am usually the sleepiest person ever but today I got out of bed right at 5:50 a.m. (that's super early for me, btdubs) and put on the very first thing I tried on (that's usually never how it works for me, btdubs) and had enough time to bypass all forms of rushing whatsoever.
There was no traffic on the usually terrible 101 (ask Bahb, I've talked about how bad traffic on the 101 is in my sleep before) and I made it to work in what felt like record time. Since there is a new "absolutely no extraneous internet usage" policy at work, that they are more or less not fucking around with, I had a productive couple of hours at work until I had to come back home and finish up my report for our monthly research meeting.
So here I am, it's 3 p.m. I've already worked three hours at my enjuneerin' job as well as read upwards of five research papers and written a report summarizing my work in the lab over the last month, and... AND... I found time to take some outfit pictures.
So welcome, this is Day One of my new schedule, and I'm hoping to keep this up for the rest of the summer, more or less.
So this weekend I discovered something amazing. I discovered something beyond words; something that spoke through me to my teenage angst-ridden soul... I discovered My So-Called Life.
And like, OH MY GOD.
I know this is kind of old news (like 1994 old news) but I was 8 when it first broadcast, so I wasn't necessarily the target demographic.
I can only imagine how much of a groundbreaking cultural icon My So-Called Life had to have been when it first aired. It traversed every taboo issue in the mid-90's imaginable, such as emerging homosexuality, domestic violence, substance abuse, peer pressure, betrayal, illiteracy, obsession, codependency, the dissolution of the American standard of family and even the irreparable transmogrification of friendships that occurs naturally as one develops, which is not necessarily taboo, but it certainly is a sad and bittersweet truth in everyone's life. I can only imagine how hard pressed one would be to watch the series without finding at least one of the issues tackled that mirrors closely their own experiences as an adolescent.
I don't know what I loved most about it. The clothes? The drama? The nostalgia? The music? The way Jordan Catalano leans? Definitely the clothes. I want... nay... I need to own a flannel babydoll dress. And really? Why did I ever get rid of my Doc Marten lace ups?
I have a feeling a lot of what I wear in the coming weeks will be inspired by the 90's.
Jumper: Urban Outfitters (Kimchi Blue)
T-shirt: American Apparel
Hat: Urban Outfitters (Cooperative)
Bracelets: Forever 21, some random Venice Beach vendor and the Goodwill by my house
Sun Glasses: Ray Bans
So it's been a restful couple of days since finals ended and I'm back to feeling like myself.
I mean, don't get me wrong, as I'm typing this my bed is staring at me with those blank, pillow-shaped eyes, more or less burning holes in the back of my head, and whispering "nap-time... naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap tiiiiiiiiiime..." but I have to resist. I have to be productive. I took a couple of "me" days, as it were, to recover and regain some semblance of motivation and now I have things to do!
Hmmm, maybe just a quick nap...
Have a wonderful Mundy (ahem... Monday) anyone who stumbles across this inadvertently or otherwise!