My Doppler Shift

This dress always elicits the most confusing observations from men.  I know that black and white vertical stripes are a lot for the eye to take in, but seriously guys?  It's not THAT out there.  For instance, take today...

I was walking to the bathroom in the ERC (the engineering building where my lab is located) and a man with a very heavy accent murmured something in my general direction.  He had a smile on his face, so I assumed he wanted me to hear whatever he said....

"eesdatyoursldfkjsdlfkjsdlfkjsdlfkjslkdfjs?"

"Excuse me?"

"Is that your sdflkjsldfkjslkdfjslkdf?"

"HUH?"

"IS THAT YOUR DOPPLER EFFECT COSTUME?"

*awkward laugh* "I guess so! uhhh... bye!" *quickly scurries off*

For how brief of an exchange it was, it was way more awkward than it should have been. While I will concede that I have a tendency to be super awkward when bombarded with unplanned human interactions, the problem was more that it served to underscore the fact that so much of who I am sticks out like a sore thumb around all of the other engineering grad students.

I mean, I have had people straight up ask me "are you lost?! I always see you walking around the ERC, are you looking for something?"  JEEEEZ.  You always see me walking around the buildings relegated for engineering research and study and you can't allot me the benefit of the doubt that, oh, I don't know, I know full well where I am and I have actual reason to be there?  

So while this guy was probably just being congenial and making a super nerdy joke about the busyness of the starkly contrasted, thin, vertical stripes on my dress, it struck a nerve.  

Dress: KNT by Kova (Urban Outfitters)

Shoes: Lovely People

Awesome Watch: Casio

Scarf: Goodwill

Also, you know when you think of the perfect rebuttal long after the moment has passed?  Like three minutes later I had completely moved on mentally when BAM...

"ACTUALLY... this is my Doppler SHIFT!" popped into my head.

AHHHHH! That was it.  THE PERFECT RESPONSE.  And I missed it.  Although, to be fair, technically this dress is not a shift because it has sleeves, and there's a good chance (A REALLY GOOD CHANCE) that the dude would have had no idea that a shift is also a type of dress...

Whatever, I am still MASTER of puns.

On an unrelated note, these shoes are wonderful.  Just wonderful.  Every time I look down at my feet, which, to be honest, is pretty damn often when I have these shoes on, I think of those awesome long balloons that you can make roses and creatures and hats out of.  One time a complete stranger told me my shoes reminded her of the same thing ("you know! like the ones that they make balloon animals out of?!") and, in that moment, we were one.  She GETS me.

Anyway, I'm goofy as fuck and wear weird things.  I decided a good while ago that life is too goddamn short to waste a single second worrying about what assumptions people will make about you based on your appearance.  As a mere mortal I do have moments where I feel insecure about the stark contrast between me and my constituency, but then I look down at my sweet ass shoes that look like they are made from those long balloons and I completely forget what I was thinking about and skip off happily. 

It helps to be easily distracted. 

Back in the Saddle

So the other day after a random, fateful Google image search, I saw a picture of me from this blog and went "Oh, SHIT! I forgot about that thing!"  So OF COURSE I took a few minutes and went back through all my old posts with increasing nostalgia... as I went further and further back it dawned on me that I started this blog over two years ago.  

I know that in the scheme of things, like the universal time frame and such, two years is a mere pittance, an inconceivably inconsequential amount of time, but for me, these last two years and some odd change have been characterized by a marked amount of transition.

It seems that eternal polarization is a constant for me.  When I started this blog I was completely put-together and self-sufficient, but mentally I was just a mess... now, as a 3rd year PhD student, I am pretty unsure of where rent is going to come from every month, but I am slowly but surely learning how to just chill the fuck out about it and enjoy what I have going.

I was worried that my 26th birthday would send me into the same spiraling sinkhole that the big 2-5 did, but such was not the case at all.  I turned 26 last week and my birthday was every bit a wonderful, low-key, happy day. I found myself strangely proud of my age (like the natural passage of time has anything in the least to do with me, my word, the EGO on this one), and the more easygoing acceptance I slowly began working to foster within myself this year. The stupid, suffocating, self-imposed expectations I have put on myself over the years had really begun taking their toll, and that kind of stress and self-loathing is so inconceivably detrimental and unnecessary that it became painfully obvious that I needed to change something.

I have to accept that grad school means I won't have the control I had when I was a full-time workin' gal. That's all. Grad school means less money, not less life.  I have often referred to grad school as a sort of prelude to a legitimate, adult life.  I found myself thinking asinine thoughts like, "I can't wait to graduate so my life can begin," but what the hell is the point in that?  There is no waiting for life to begin, it is an evolution of circumstances and situations, some well without the realm of our control, and I need to just live it and enjoy it.  To toil away waiting for life to begin is as futile as it is wasteful.  

Anyway, boring, winding, unfocused and long story short, in this last year I really feel I've gotten a little more outside of myself.  In revisiting my blog posts this past week I was reminded of how much I love having a chronicle of such a dynamic and random time in my life.  I regret not blogging since January.  If I would've blogged since January I'd have documentation of one of the more interesting years of my adult life.  If for no other reason than I will have an awesome archive of a hugely transitive time, I am hopefully going to get back in the saddle here.  OH!  Horse pun 'cause I'm wearing a horsey shirt!  That has post title written ALL OVER IT...

Seriously though, with my boyfriend, my partner in crime and adventure, I did some incredibly uncharacteristic things this year, and I couldn't be happier.  I am so thankful that I have someone like Bahb in my life, because left to my own devices, I wouldn't do a damn thing that was slightly outside of the very rigid confines of my comfort zone.   

Awesome Horse Tank Top: Free People

Less Awesome Horseless Tank Top: Forever 21

Skirt: Francesca's (a birthday gift from the wonderful Erica!)

Shoes: Dolce Vita

Speaking of the eternal juxtaposition in which I exist, I would love to say that I also opened myself up to new things stylistically this year, but the truth is that no matter how compulsive and neurotic and paranoid I can be, I always dress and style myself with reckless abandon. Case in point, I decided I needed a change, so this year I decided to go back to ULTRABLONDE! SQUEEEEE!  I more or less destroyed my hair's very will to live with all of the processing that was needed to eradicate all of the black dye I put in my hair in the spring of 2011... but I prefer to just call all of that extra damage added texture.

So here I am, blogging again after a few unceremonious and short-lived comebacks... it makes me feel a little fraudulent, but there we go again with all of the pressures I put on myself for no real reason.  And, to be fair, one of the bigger reasons I didn't blog this past year is because I haven't had a reliable camera. After barreling through two different point and shoots, my photography fanatic father very sweetly gave me his spare DSLR last month.  Needless to say, bumbling around with that camera and figuring out how in God's name it works is high on my Blogging To Do List.

Anyway, that was my requisite, angsty, mid-twenties, corny coming-of-age post, I promise those will be kept to a minimum...

Have great days anyone who sees this!

I forgot...

whatta nuisance taking these pictures can be!

I really am only posting these because...

1.  They have my beautiful boxer puppies in them
2.  LOOK WHAT I'M WEARING ON JANUARY 3RD!
3.  If I don't I'm sure I'll fall into a blogging oblivion once again...

Yeah, it's almost 5 p.m. on January 3rd and this is what I am wearing.  Arizona might be an absolute shit show in many regards, but can you beat this weather?!

Sure, we are probably the most boycotted state of all time, and perhaps people are specifically refusing to hand out auto loans to anyone living in Arizona (I heard allll about this from a frustrated colleague today), but shiiiiiiit son... look at that sky!  It's gorgeous out!  I was just driving with the windows down with my puppies with the biggest shit eating grin on my face.  It's just weather that makes you happy inside and out!

I mean is anyone else enjoying filmy little open-backed dresses sans tights and a jacket today?!  I hope so! 

One little, two little, three little bean asses, well two bean asses and a mama ass.  But I mean really, how in God's name does someone forget how to take a damn picture effectively in only five months?  Holy rusty!

Dress: Reformed by the Reformation (Urban Outfitters)

Shoes: Dolce Vita

Sunglasses: Ray Bans

Bracelets: Mexico and Goodwill

As I look at this photo I know, unequivocally, that my ass had to have been just completely exposed to anyone on the other side of me.  Eeeesh.  This is one of the shortest dresses I own, so I guess I should have assumed that would be the case.  

Really, this post wasn't necessary, but I need to get some momentum here...

save the llama for your mama...

I excel at bad puns...

So you know when a dear old friend texts and you see it and go "awww!" and you mean to text back but then you get a phone call or somehow otherwise distracted.  Then you remember it later but you get distracted again because you have quinoa burning on the stove, and then like a week later you remember you never texted back and you want to text back right then but you're in pretty heavy traffic.  Then months pass and you just feel like a piece of shit and you want to text back but you feel so much time has passed it would be insulting to text back, and it slowly and painfully gnaws at you...

Anyone with me on that?

Well that is what blogging turned into for me... and you eventually just have to man up and text back, or man up and blog, rather.

I feel that since this is conceivably the last New Year's for which we will make resolutions, since the hysteria surrounding that 2012 bullshit may just lead to the downfall of mankind, I should actually make and carry out some myself.  That includes less fucking around.

You know when you are just so overwhelmed with things to do and you are spread so thin that instead of rolling up your sleeves and getting down to business you just shut down?  That's what I've been doing these last five months... just been operating on autopilot.  I haven't been giving anything in my life 100%, which is a shame.  My New Year's resolution is essential to stop fucking around.

That's pretty reasonable, right?  Anyone else got some pretty awesome and super vague resolutions?

Sweater: Madewell

Skirt: Urban Renewal (Urban Outfitters)

Shoes: Swedish Hasbeens

Sunglasses: Ray Bans (Prescription!  Thanks Bahb!)

Oh, I just realized that the title is even WITTIER than I originally thought!  I know what you're thinking, "WITTIER than replacing one word with another word that rhymes in a pretty popular saying?!  IMPOSSIBLE!"  Well, it is, it really is because... DRUMROLL PLEASE... my mama actually bought me this llama sweater at Madewell in Annapolis!  

Anyway, Happy New Year's everyone and seriously... how the hell have you guys been?!

Here's to less fucking around :o)

Sup.

Please read the above "Sup" with a distinct masculine bravado and, might I add, it also helps to imagine I'm grimacing and giving a head nod as I say it.  And of course, it is not so much a question as a salutation.  Hence the period in lieu of a question mark.

Anyway, it's been a while.  I suck.

I blame the heat... well the heat and how unbelievably busy I've been.  Between work and research and studying for the PhD qualifying exam (i.e. THE hardest test I will ever take in my life. Period.) I have kind of shut down on extraneous activities.  If I have free time I chill, hard.  But I missed blogging.

It's strange now because it is so ungodly bright that I really have no homogeneously shady spot in my backyard to take pictures.  If I'm fully returning to bloggin', Imma hafta figure this sun thing out.

Dress: Urban Outfitters (Cope)

Bag: Lucky Brand

Shoes: Nicole

Necklaces: one is from an Indian Reservation at the Utah/Arizona border and I made the other two

Bracelets: I got one in Venice Beach and the other I made

Sunglasses: Forever 21 

How was everyone's 4th of July?  Back to that whole "shutting down completely" thing I mentioned above, that's totally how my long weekend went... it was nothing but pool parties and going out to the bars and relaxing with Bahb.

Speaking of Bahb... please see my Bahb-let below.  I made it! Seriously, the best investment of my life had to be this bag of alphabet beads.  I now have bracelets that read... Ahem...

BITCH TITS

TRUDE N TONK

BOX LUV

and of course, BAHB

I also made Bahb a bracelet that says RAZ (a Raz-let, if you will) and gave Bahb's roommate a rainbow colored bracelet that says BAHB. 

Anyway, a thousand apologies for sucking at blogging.  I have missed you guys and I especially thank Dimi for her understated, yet genius, suggestion to just blog when I feel like it... 

Seriously, that's such a great idea, it felt like a responsibility for a while there and there is really no point in that.  This should be an enjoyable outlet, not a chore.  So blogging when I feel like it is then!

How has everyone's summers been?!  

Have great days anyone who sees this!