It's amazing how I am continuously convinced that I if I flee far away in distance from something, that it may disappear completely. Well, a vacation feels amazing, but it's true that whatever you flee from will be exactly the same when you return.

I am grateful to say that my familiar spot, which I like to call home, is just as pleasing as a vacation spot. I love being near the ocean in my one home, and then i love being near the city in my other home. Two completely different areas, auras, and atmospheres. Each catering to different moods and spots in my heart. Silly, but true.

I am trying to tackle some of my negative neuro associations that I collected since birth. For one, I used to dread the thought of gong to Florida. I couldn't stand the idea of the humidity, the mosquitos, and the aunt that I was convinced hated me. Now that I have deleted what cause unhappiness, or pain rather than pleasure, I like to think more of what the place actually has to offer.

I decided to start things fresh on the airplane. The people surrounding me were all frustrated because there were about 15 of us in line with only one attendant at the Jet Blue station. I think we were all waiting for the same flight because the rest of the airport seemed a bit empty; I guess most people don't fly in the middle of the week and in the middle of the day. A woman was being helped at one station, and was struggling to figure out why her ticket was invalid. She was screaming at the man who was trying to help her, while also scolding her young son for climbing on the luggage carrier. The people waiting in front of and behind me were quickly growing impatient, making foul statements about the "poor service" and the "inconsiderate woman taking up everyone's time." Rather than being excited to either go on vacation or return home from one with [or to] their families and friends, they were bashing anything and everything that may put a glitch in the radar. I looked around and smiled and giggled to myself a little bit. My bag was extremely heavy and I was also carrying a book bag on my back, filled with too many things, more than enough food, and was sweating from the hear of the crowd of people, strong air blowing in from outside, and the many layers for the chill on the plane. However, I knew in some hours I would be arriving in Tampa to find my brother waiting for me, anticipating our short time together before I embark on a journey far in distance from him, not seeing him for a little over three months. Maybe I'm crazy, but waiting in line with a few discomforts was not nearly a concern of mine.

I think I've convinced myself that I can't sleep under certain circumstances. I went to sleep relatively late the past few nights, which is nothing new. This morning, I woke up much alter than usual and has coffee later in the day than usual as well. Of course, now I'm still awake, while some people may be starting their days in just a few hours and I myself may be reviving myself from this non-sleep coma to go about another exciting day with my brother. I'm sure if I just laid down, relaxed my body, and closed my eyes I could probably fall asleep. But, being the stubborn human being I am, I am on the computer, writing this entry. Hope that maybe someone's name will flash on my phone, someone will read this post and comment on it's relevance to their current situation, and so on. Oh well.

Goodnight to those have fallen to the depths of dreams. Say hello to them for me.

<3

This book is literally sucking me into it's pages. I haven't been able to put it down. Who says we can't take mental-massaging breaks at work? It isn't written somewhere, right?

"Imagine slipping into the back of a preschool class during one of the free times when the children can immerse themselves in anything they want to do. If you look carefully, you'll see that each child is revealing something special about what he or she is instinctively great at and feels most excited about or satisfied in doing."

Can you imagine living your life every day the way that you lived it as a pre-schooler?

Finger painting, playing in what you visualize to be your dream house with your best friends, eating imaginary Gourmet (or very ridiculously thought up) food, and playing, playing, playing.

Spontaneity and freedom and imagination at every turn of your head. The possibilities are endless when your a child because you are experiencing your "firsts." You have yet to experience the, "You're wrong!" OR "No, not like that- don't you listen?" OR "Are you kidding? That is impossible."

We don't believe in the impossible because everything in front of us is real and we see exactly what we believe we see. There hasn't been anyone to shield our eyes, blindfold what's in plain view, or attempt to taint our innocence. We take the world for what it is.

ABOVE: Marina Makaron Moscow
I remember working at Philly Fashion Week last year, going through thousands of garments and assigning models as we got ready for the runway shows. One of the featured designers, Marina Makaron Moscow has an amazing collection of scarves, tunics, dresses, and so on created in beautiful silks/satins that will flow over the body in the most perfectly pleasing and pleasurable manner. Not only are these extremely soft and flattering, but they are also striking in their bright colors and intricate designs. Unlike any scarf that you may have seen, these designs are extremely unique and will be considered one-of-a-kind for most American consumers, as she is a Russia-based designer, working her way to the states.
Check out the rest of the collection and Designer's success secrets on her site:
http://www.mmmakaron.com/english.html





Feeling sleepy and not extremely imaginative, I wonder what I could create out of this cubicle. Definitely a fort. A refrigerator with endless amounts of my favorite foods. A pop-out closet with vintage accessories and costumes and clothing for every mood and occasion. A record player with an unlimited playlist of the BEST music from the beginning of the 1950's to today...



I could go on forever.



The beauty of the imagination is that it has NO limits. The limits are also what we imagine. So, why limit ourselves to such dull and non-inspiring things? Dive deep into your inspiration and see how you may surprise yourself to do something today that you may not have done yesterday, simply because it didn't seem realistic, or grown-up of you.
Hey, grown-ups can imagine too.

As I saw goodbye for those going to their new schools- now home, learning environment, dining area, and recreational site- I try and envision myself stepping off the plane and arriving in another country. New air. New people. New buildings. Leave behind any worries and open my arms to something fresh and beautiful.

A book that I have been reading on and off all summer has been a slap in the face as a reminder that if I want to get what I want, I need to step my game up NOW.

The Other 90%, by Robert K. Cooper is not a typical story of success, rather a necessary tool to massage your mind and soul; a reminder that you CAN do what you love and create natural success; and what you project outward is reflected from within.

Though we tend to neglect the truth of our connectedness to the world and all its inhabitants, it truly is the key to creating success. "Caring is the glue," he states, "that holds all this together and enables people to shine."

Rather than constantly being so determined to one-up your neighbor, get the better grade, cut someone off on the road or in line, look prettier than your ex's new lover, and so on, decide that all of that doesn't matter. RUN YOUR OWN RACE. If we want to excel, we must not only use what we've been given- with the absence of competitive nature- but we must also reach beyond those human qualities to our personal, greatest potentials. Cheer the others on, let others see your light, and let them know WHAT YOU SEE IN THEIRS.

Maybe where young but that doesn't make us last

Counting down the days until everyone heads back to their new lives.
It's amazing how as we grow, we adapt to so many different environments and how quickly those worlds that at one point seemed so far from one another and so disconnected suddenly collide. Previous to my college experience, I wondered what my life would be like when I returned home; if things would start to look and feel different; if my friends would change simultaneously with my shift in surroundings. Well, things definitely changed and there was no good or bad, because those adjectives are really meaningless. But now, I have found that each of those worlds were really one all along. It's just our perception of where we are at a given point and where we think we will be headed next.

Currently sitting on a bed of a favorite girl's house in a small town in PA. It amazes me how I can go a place so many times, travel the same road over and over, and still find something different about the path that I took.

So, back to transitions and worlds colliding and BLAHBLAHBLAH.
Leaving for another country in one month and a handle or two of days. I always wonder what new "firsts" I'll experience each year. So far I have put color in my hair and cut it shorter than I've ever had it, commuted to school, and lots of other non-thrilling things. I am imagining right now what I'll be adding to the list as I hop onto a plane to go to another country. I guess that is something more prolific than learning to count to ten in French.


Cheesey Tempeh Sammies
Ingredients:

• Your choice of Tempeh (I prefer the grainy ones for this recipe in particular)
• Rice/Soy cheese
• Sunflower Bread
• Hummus/Favorite Spread
• Sprouts

Take the Tempeh and cut into two sections, and then in halves (width-wise) so that you have four thin squares. Cook Tempeh on a skillet or griddle until golden brown and remove, adding slices of cheese to each and sandwiching them together (this recipe makes two sandwiches). Sunflower bread can be spread with hummus, pesto, or your favorite condiment. Place sprouts on top, then cheesey tempeh, then close with other piece of sunflower bread.

Simple, easy peezy, and enjoyable.

And I Told You To Be Patient

And I Told You To Be Fine

I Told You To Be Balanced

I Told You To Be Kind

Closing time. Until we meet again.

Jaymay - Gray Or Blue Lyrics @ LyricsTime.com

Things that I want to do:

De-complexify things.

Make banana bread.

Eat less cereal.

Hey, Jude.

The beauty about a city like Philadelphia is that it becomes a part of you. Whenever you aren't there, you're wondering what's going on there.

When you're there, you always meet someone new, even if you've been to that place a million and one times before.

It becomes your home, as well as your escape.

Even when you don't have any obligations there, you wouldn't mind hopping in the car- alone or with a couple of friends- just to see the city skyline, get a cup of coffee, and breathe in that city air.

There's nothing better.

• drape - arrange in a particular way; "drape a cloth"
• drape - place casually; "The cat draped herself on the sofa"
• drape - curtain: hanging cloth used as a blind (especially for a window)
• drape - clothe: cover as if with clothing; "the mountain was clothed in tropical trees"
• drape - the manner in which fabric hangs or falls; "she adjusted the drape of her skirt

DRAPING. in ten hours. I wonder which context I'll be using...

Beautiful. Days. Unfold.

"There's always hope, no matter what happened before."

--Edie Sedgwick.

Factory Girl. I wonder who the Edie Sedgwick equivalent would be considered in society...

I mean, there is never a replica for a person, but I wonder who is the broken star that everyone loves and wants to be, but really knows nothing about.

My mom and I both agree that every person is broken in one way or another. We all start off sort of the same. And then, somewhere quickly along the way we become tainted. We can't do enough, we never look good enough, our hair is too short and then it's too long, we're too skinny and then we're too fat. Here we are, always trying to change ourselves, when all we really nee is to open our eyes and see the person, rather than what we attach to that person.

It's all GUILT BY ASSOCIATION. Things. Matter. Material. It's all meaningless.

I wonder where Edie would be now.

Maybe we'll meet someday.

SHE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HER OWN BEAUTY

Above: 16 yrs. Less than 1 yr. of experience. Thought that I was crazy when I told her she was beautiful. Asked her to simply let me take a photo, and this was the pose I got in a split second; no thought; no second guesses. One motion.

After producing the fashion show for PhilaU for the second year in a row, you'd think I'd be a little less amazed by certain things. But this year I feel like I was even more awe struck at the beauty, poise and natural movement of the models than the previous year.

My mom and I were having a conversation (it seems to be recurring) about time. I don't generally become stressed unless I feel challenged with time. I blame it for causing me to doubt myself, when in reality time is inanimate and can't do anything to control me, unless I allow it to that is. Well, thanks to Henry Van Dyke I get it a little bit more now:

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.”

Time is time is time is time.

No matter how we twist or turn it, it's always the same. The numbers don't change, nor does the space between them. It is our own interpretation that we allow to cause discomforts.

A statement to solve any problematic situation: I can dance if I want to.

and to all, a goodnight.

"Take me there, I want to go there. Take me there, that great place."

spring is in the air.

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If you could see ANYTHING on a mannequin... what would it be?

>Compliments of Elie Tahari

My brother, Alex, who has been getting me more and more interested in sustainability was recently asking me about eco-friendly designers that I may have known from my school. Although I couldn't pinpoint any specifically, I continued the search to stumble upon thousands of businesses in Philadelphia who are currently vamping their businesses to a more sustainable approach. Whether in fashion, food, or free giveaways for the less fortunate, Philadelphia is ON THE GO with green. Want in on it? Here are some links to find out about what's getting it on green style in the area: http://www.greenfestphilly.org/features/exhibits.php

On the not of things green, enjoy the day today. Put on something flowly. Frolic with friends. And always smile. If it feels right, wear it. Without a care of what the neighbors will say, do cartwheels in the front of the house. Play hopscotch.

DO SOMETHING.

Let the sun soak up the stress.

G'day, all.

MCM

PS: new sustainable goodies by Megan. Ask for more info!

Monroe3991@philau.edu

Someone asked me why I haven't been keeping up my blog lately.

I replied that, "I guess I've been pretty busy and distracted."

That was a lame excuse.

The past few days I've worn probably the darkest make-up that I've ever applied to my face in my life. Sometimes I feel that even when we're feeling outside of ourselves, we don't necessarily need to play up our looks. I realized that I inadvertently pinned my hair in all directions atop my head today, which mimicked the tizzy that was occurring inside of it. I was wearing lots of layers- even more than normal- because I didn't want to be exposed. What we think about, we tend to bring about. I reflected my mood outwardly, and therefore allowed it to permeate throughout the essence of my entire day. It's amazing that my my mind is like a magician. I have the ability to create whatever I want, yet sometimes I trick myself and let the negative things set in and have a ping-pong tournament with myself. What's that about?

Diane Von Furstenburg's MONTRA OF THE MONTH

"You are always with yourself so enjoy the company."

Today, after modeling some of the senior's beautiful clothes from their collections, I tried to envision my own designs laying elegantly over another's body. Who will appreciate what I have to share?

Have you ever told your teacher that your cat ate your homework? Ask Lizz about it.

May this be a good night. May the universe correspond the nature of your song.

MCM

Is it possible to have more than one inspiration?

...I'd almost want to say it's impossible to have only one.

my ideas are generated from point A, and somehow collect things along the way, creating a big ball of ideas- which are all compiled into the results. One things causes the mind to associate another and another and so on.

Sometimes colors can grab my attention, or I will see a building that sparks my ideas for a new style of dress. Wherever the inspiration is derived, it's interesting to see what can come out of one single thought, observation, or heart-felt feeling.

What drives you?

Grab it by the horns and run with it today.

Make the day yours and don't push away that idea just because it seems farfetched. I've been running full speed ahead and I finally feel ALIVE.

G'day, all.

MM

In the words of Anna Nalick, Consider This

"through the artifice of apparel, the less than perfect can camouflage perceived deficiencies and in some instances project an appeal beyond those gifted with characteristics accepted as ideal in their culture and time. However, while fashion is commonly thought to be driven by a constant cycle of aspiration and obsolescence, the ideal unclothed body paradoxically is believed to conform to some unchanging and universal standard. In fact, the examination of the nude in art reveals a constant if sometimes subtle shift in the ideal of physical beauty."
--ExtremeBeauty

it's true that our clothing can better our mood, inspire another, or warm your heart as well as your body.

Allow the garments that flood your closet and drawers to influence your inner beauty today.
Try on something that you haven't worn in a while.
Frolick in something fancy.
Be the beautiful being you've always been.

Namaste, kids.

FASHION.

Shaping our lives one fiber at a time.

Good morning.

Blueberry Organic Pop-Tarts.

Soy Chocolate Milk.

Soul-soothing music.

Life is Good.

Latest Obsession:

Natalie Portman. I didn't want to touch on just one thing that I love (in terms of fashion) today. I wanted to touch on the mastery of one particular woman's style. I have seen Natalie with a buzz cut and hair down half her back. With boyfriend jeans or fitted, high-waisted trousers. A floral frock or an evening gown that could melt any man's heart. Somehow, she manages to match the un-mixable for most fashion felines.

How about today, we use Natalie's confidence, poise, and natural beauty as inspiration in our own wardrobes and lives in general today. If you're worried that if you wear it, you may not be able to "pull it off" like someone else can, do it anyway. If your socks don't quite match the rest of your outfit, or one is slightly washed out more than the other, sport them anyhow. Style your hair, even if it's unwashed and play up that strange cut that you've been complaining about all week. It can't hurt to step outside and smell something different and refreshing.

Most of all, surprise yourself. You'll probably feel more exhilarated than you could have ever imagined.

Short, but hopefully sweet.

G'day all.

MCM

January 16.

So. I've never actually seen the show, "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia." I do, however, believe its title to be true.

Just like any ordinary place on this earth, sometimes it rains here. Sometimes it snows. Sometimes its so hot that its sticky to the point of discomfort. When you're having a shitty day, it's a shitty day.

Yet there's something about the city that when you take a really close look, it still has the sunshine. Maybe it's just me, but I know that when I look around me and see the history of this place, knowing that I can now call it home, I feel pretty lucky. Yes, many people consider a city (especially this one, which has a bad rep.) an unsafe living environment. I'd like to think its "issues" are more well publicized than other areas. This is all a story, but so is whatever a majority of the population may believe, too. My connection with the energy and atmosphere around me has led me to believe that no matter what Mother Nature has in store, we can always consider it,

"sunny in Philadelphia."

It never fails to amaze me how quickly time can pass.

I think that I

looked at the clock

all of five times today, with about a three-five hour gap between

each of those times.

Walking the city blocks, without a care in the world, arm in arm

with a significant other,

smelling that city air, being too cold to notice, and just appreciating the perks of being alive

and well. They make time disappear. A limit to the day is nonexistent.

As one of my professors stated the first day of class- who

I already appreciate extensively- "There is no such thing as

the future. There is no such thing as the present. There

isonly here. Why do we have so much trouble understanding

that?"

FUN FACT:

Zooey Deschanel has the same middle name as me.

too bad she was born first.

Shoes. Steal. The. Show.

Slip. Into. Something. Sexy.

Step. With. Style.

My camera has stolen the show.

I have been interested in the camera; the way it functions, its ability to capture things we don't generally

acknowledge on day-to-day basis, and the crisp, clear picture we can view almost effortlessly.

Technology, which I generally overlook even as a "modern American" (whatever that means)

gets brownie points when it comes to the eye of the camera. The Canon Powershot SD780IS is my

newborn baby, which I have been carrying with me everywhere (which I generally don't even do with my own cell phone)

has challenged me to look at things a little more closely, see what lies beneath the commonly

seen and familiar, and tested my technological abilities. All things I can't help appreciating

and enjoying to the highest measure!

GO FAUX.

Forgive your feline friends. Follow the walk of sexy

&& stylish Stella McCartney, who strives to display

her beliefs of sustainability in the form of fashion

(organics, faux outerwear, etc.)

Here's to January 15.

Being in the present moment.

Believing.

All beautiful things in the world.

--YoursTruly

"Don't pay me, Pay it forward."
My inspirtation of the day.
A woman that I work with, Louise, is the sunshine of my mornings. There are always threads of stories that evovle into other stories, and so on. Today, this phrase slapped me in the face. I believe that I do "pay it forward," but I'm sure that we've walked around at one point another, expecting something back. It's human nature to look for recognition of some sort, and it helps us keep not only self-confident, but build our ego. But if we can look at the life and those who surround us as equals, who deserve what we wish for rather than get what we deserve, maybe the positivity could pay forward a lot more than a borrowed dollar or a piece of gum.

New Year, New You.
I feel so fresh, returning to school with a new outlook on many things I have collected over break, a new haircut, some warmer clothes, and the simple idea of NEW.
I know I've said it multiple times before, but what if we celebrated each day as something new? Imagine the possibilites of having new eyes for the things that we view as familiar, boring, or insignificant? I can remember viewing things for the first time when I was younger, such as the back of a CD, whose shiny-ness and rainbow-like reflection made me smile and brought curiosity to my mind each time I viewed it. The details in the sweater I'm wearing, which are created simply by the technique to which the threads stay together. The fact that such a thing can be done, and the fabric doesn't just fall off of my body into a million strands. The screen in front of me, which is mesmerizing and allows me to read books, adds one thousand and three plus fourty-five, and can tell me how to get from Pittsburgh to Miami.
There are so many things that we see each and every day that are, essentially, more technical than we may ever view them. Or, rather than technical, simply fascinating. I give credit to each and every object, organism, and person I view. There is nothing large or small. I am viewing it with new, wonderous eyes.
Here I come, world!

Latest Obsession:
Cowl Neck. If you have a long neck that you wish to hide, have no fear- The COWL is here.
Cowl neck and turtleneck sweaters were always interesting-looking to me when I was younger. For some reason, I didn't "understand" as I did a regular neckline. Now, as a long and lanky lady, I appreciate the beauty of a turtleneck or a cowl neck garment, which not only keeps me SUPER warm during the winter days, but also allows for my long neck (and limbs) to appear a bit more full in a fabulous way. Like adding volume to a flat head of hair, these garments will be attractive, without drawing unwanted attention like an embellishment, such as sequins.
ENJOY IF YOU DARE.

I decided that I didn't want to add any pictures into this post.
I wonder if anyone will actually read this, but regardless, these are some thoughts of today, with some influence of yesterday and some hopes for tomorrow.

If you read this, may you have a wide-eyed and wonderous day, filled with NEW and exciting things. Open your eyes to things that you see at every turn, even if they don't appear as interesting at first glance. Here's to appreciation of the little things, or the immeasurable things.

CHEERS.

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here

"The beauty of intuition is that it is much smarter than any problem and comes from a much higher source than does opinion.

Opinion is colored by many brushes, but intuition comes from the heart and is untainted by outside influe

nces. Listen to the nudges of your heart, inviting the wisdom of intuition. " -SuePattonThoele

<The epitome of adorable. Multi-talented, and always effortlessly dazzling. Whether playing a teen during the 70s in Almost Famous, or the lead singer of a new age band in YES Man, her shift in roles appears to be similar to that of her style from one day to the next.

Zooey displays her talents not only in acting, bu

t as a member of She & Him, which has past influence with a modern twist- similar to that of her style; she successfully takes influence from various eras, the truly refined of trend, and a special spice of her own.

What's not to love?

FOOD FOR THOUGHT: Be kind and remind.

Latest Obsession:

We Who See.

Fringe Boots. Brown or Black.

Perfect Height. Perfect amount of Laces. Perfect amount of Fringe. Perfection in the form of a Shoe.

With only an inch heel, these boots are the real deal.

Exclusive to Urban Outfitters while supplies last.

Move your feet and lose this treat [for your tootsies!].

What to pair them with? A floral frock (ice skater style preferred) with some leggings and a cardigan if necessary; a sweater dress for the winter with some simple tights and a hat to accompany; skinny jeans and a sweet sweater with some accents for the equestrian edge. Make it your own. Whatever way you slice it, these many be simply, but by golly they are cute to boot.

Sleep has become a foreign concept, yet when it comes my way I welcome it with open arms.

It's usually a battle to keep the eyelids closed; they wish to explore the world around me, even if I've seen it is incredibly familiar to me. My mind wanders into a tornado of thoughts of today, tomorrow, and even rewinds into yesterday. What about this instant? This spec of time? Where has it disappeared? I find myself constantly swallowed by the depths of daydreams that I often lose track of the present. I truly wish to embrace it, yet it is always as though I am striving for something... else.

May the day bring my mind to rest. May my being be at peace.

May my physical, mental, and spiritual being be in alignment.

May you be showered with the same balance.

The night will go as follows...

January 7.

THINGS TO CELEBRATE.

Galileo Galelei observes the 4 largest moons of Jupiter, which are now called the Galilean moons.

The Festival of Seven Herbs in Japanese Culture: Nanakusa no sekku

(七草の節句);

symbolizes longevity, health, and warding off evil.

Happy January 7. Just thought we could like some candles and be grateful for yet another day.For me, this was a day of new hair cuts, drives to Philly airport, being pulled over for the first time and almost shitting my pants, bowling, too much coffee, Simon & Garfunkle, Raisin Bran Crunch, reminiscing, best friends, reuniting old friends, conversations with the dead and God, and curiosity that could kill any cat.

Today's obsession: Military-Inspired Menswear

GARETH PUGH

Modern, military, and mystical. A combination that could scare on the streets, or encourage the creative to take that step further on the path less traveled. Gareth dives into his dungeon-like gear with shades of gray, heavy layers, and head wear for the everyday, edgy, elite-stylist.

Ch-ch-check it out.

[Ready to wear, Spring 2010]

I'd like to celebrate with the Japanese and promote longevity and health and ward off the evil.

I'd like to celebrate a little something each day. I mean, something significant has happened each day for at least one person in this world, right? Many are born; some have died; someone bought their first house; someone got married; someone started their first day of work; someone got fired from their job. Today may be seem as, "just like any other day," but it's a day nonetheless. And it deserves to be celebrated. And, by golly, we deserve to have a celebration.

CHEERS, ALL.

Good day.

My head has been congested, but I have allowed myself to pretend that I feel fantastic, and with the help of a sauna I am actually believing it. Today was a strange day. Maybe its because I don't remember

most of it.

TIME. It's one thing that is consistent in my life, yet somehow I always seem to struggle with it. There are days when I feel that certain experiences drag on for days, when in reality it is in the time span of nearly a few hours. There are days when I feel as though I blinked and all that I had done disappeared, as if it were never even there. I have been known to be a person who has little concept of time. Sometimes, I'd like to think I'm leaving the house in five minutes, when I usually end up thinking of things that I want to bring with me as I walk down the stairs, or forget that I had to call that person before 3pm and it's already 230, and so on. I came to the realization that as long

as I believe that TIME is a problem in my life, or causes road blocks for me, or is something that I just can't seem to GRASP, it will always be a problem. SO. Instead of viewing it as a problem, here I am, pretending that time is time is time is time. It is a number on the clock. Rather than controlling my life, it is a guide which I use my advantage to help me schedule appointments, meet with friends, and be efficient with everything that I do in my life. And just like I pretended that I felt great today, I will pretend that time is my friend.

And since I can't change it, what's the sense it getting frustrated?

(This is the end) This story's old but it goes On and on until we disappear (This is the calm) Calm me and let me taste the Salt you breathed while you were underneath (We are drowning) I am the

one who haunts your Dreams of mountains sunk below the sea (After the storm)I spoke the words but never Gave a thought to what they all could mean (Rest in the deep) I know that this is what you want

A funeral keeps both of us apart (Washed up on the beach) You know that you are not alone I need you like water in my lungs (This is the end)

Since my attachment to materials is pretty much non-existent, tomorrow I will shed myself of some serious inches on my thick mop of hair. New year, new hair. Maybe that's silly, but I'd like to think that it's something fresh. After a rollercoaster of events this past year, I think something could be just what I need. Plus, I HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD TO LET IT GROW BACK.

I learned yesterday that what I believe is only what I believe, anyway. So why does it matter what significance hair is "supposed" to have. What would it matter if my hair looked like what a boy's is supposed to? Or what if it were the color of what we would think the color of grass is? It's only strange because we have a pre-conceived thought as to what something SHOULD look like, act like, feel like, taste like before we even get to do a test drive. Sometimes I wish that i could step into a super market without knowing what ANYTHING was. I could buy an entire cart's worth of groceries and not know a thing about any of the items. Could you imagine the possibilities? I could make the wildest meal ever; something that would be simply absurd to what we believe the average human being SHOULD be creating. It's a fact that we essentially "train" ourselves to act a certain way. Our behavior has been created by all which we are taught, observe, and convinced from day one on- usually beginning the first ten, or so years of our lives. Scary, huh? I'd say its a little bit annoying, but that's only because I'd like to change some of my thoughts that feel permanently embedded into my subconscious. Am I throwing too much out there? Well... that's how I felt too when I first heard it. NOW I can't wait to see what I'm capable of. Because I'm aware. It's all there. We just have to listen a little more clearly, look a little bit closer, and touch a little more gently. Did I miss anything?

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Food for thought: simplify, simplify, simplify.

Thank you, Brand New: This is the end.

"As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he."

Sometimes the most unexpected event may occur, which would seem negative on most occasions, but turns out to be a beautiful disaster. I have always wondered why death should be viewed as such a negative thing. I mean, I have no personal experience, per say, but I know what it entails and I don't sense the fear. I think that deep down, it is a human's duty to hold onto the physical being of another. We tend to have trouble letting go of the things we can physically feel, even more than the things we keep inside; the intangible things.

So I dedicat

e this to my deceased grandmother. As my family and I watched her dissolve into a lonely, miserable body, we knew that her place was no longer meant to be on this earth. And maybe that sounds strange, or sounds like I wish she had been gone, but it's just a way of me

embracing this change, rather than being selfish or wishing that she was still physically here.

R.I.P. Elsie <3

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This post will feature a fellow of my own flesh in blood- The Great Alex. He has been an entrepreneur since in the womb- which if you know him is very true. He has a way with words, knows how to handle the cash money, and has oodles of ideas that can relate to nearly any party. Plus, he's ready to teach everyone else out there HOW TO MAKE THEIR BIZ SAVVY. Alex let me feature an article on Eco-Fashion about two weeks ago, and ever since I have been keeping up more and more with his posts. There is always something new and fresh, and the main topic is g

enerally all about the environment and sustainability. So, what's not to like? Some comic relief in the mix of sh

aring what the world is coming to- financially, environmentally, socially, and economically. Get it right, get it all, make it savvy.

Check it out or get out:

http://getyourbizsavvy.com/

Latest obsession:

HOUSE OF HOLLAND.

I've been in love since I discovered London,

European designers, and the tricky trends

of today we peek in on from a less stylish country.

The trick of the trade is like no other. Plaids for both lassies and lads, large punky prints, flashy sayings, and an endless spectrum of brights to mesmerize the modern design gurus of this generation. Get inspired, or just get sucked into this interesting sense of style. Plus, Agyness Deyn is cute to boot.

Here's a

TOAST... to the new year. Make it count. ....cheers.