04/29/2022
Mid-day Update:
The coffee from starbucks was delectable today! I had my usual Iced Brown Sugar Oat Milk Shaken Espresso and a Venti ice water. I only had about an hour in Starbucks this morning because I had a class at 12:30. I’ve been listening to old music all day and I feel like nothing else will ever give off the same vibes. Why does no one write jazzy music anymore like in Jim Croce’s music and in Brandy by Looking Glass?
Last night I did something I regret… Online shopping! I can’t believe I just spent money! I swear, no one should be able to buy clothes after 9 PM (especially me since all sanity is thrown out the window). Now, when I looked back on my purchases from last night, I realized I actually bought stuff I like (and it was all on sale!).
All my purchases fit me really well, so while I hate spending money, I also just deposited almost $700 into my account so I guess I'll give myself a pass this time.
The Gist
Style Development
I am very okay with plain, basic styles. I like solid colors for the most part,except the occasional cool patterned coat or bag.
Black really does go with everything.
Leggings and sweatshirts for chill days.
Jeans and jean shorts with tucked shirts.
Button ups are the bomb.
Brown hair is me to a T.
I have a fascination with blue jeans and the color brown.
Jewelry is a necessity for a good outfit.
Shoes should be neutral colors.
Jackets and button ups are just a lifestyle.
Hats are great for outfits involving jean shorts (especially white button-up, fun colored tank top, and levi shorts)
Although these hats should be simple colors with no pattern but can have words
One thing I have been thinking about a lot recently is what I want to do in the future. It seems like no one is really sure, but I’m a very plan oriented person (a Virgo thing IG). I can’t decide what city best fits me and my personality. I have always wanted to live in New York City, which I still do, but I have also wanted to live near mountains. I used to dream about Colorado all the time when I was younger and all the animals. I want to live somewhere where I can still see the beauty of mountains and yet still be in the hustle and bustle of the city. Recently I've been thinking a lot about Seattle.
Reasons To Move To Seattle (after college Of course):
They have a great music scene and love coffee (almost) as much as I do.
I like rainy days more than sunny days because the sunny days seem 10X more exciting.
I love every movie they film in Washington (especially Practical Magic)!
They have public transit, so I would be able to take the bus or subway and stay environmentally conscious.
The city is known for its arts and has lots of art shops.
There are mountains all over that area and it's not even a far drive away!
Anytime the city gets too much, I can retreat into the comfort of nature (unlike in New York City).
The good thing about being a freshman is that I have about 2-3 years to figure it out. As of right now I’m leaning closer to Seattle, but who knows if that's where I’ll end up. For all I know I could end up living in England with the Queen!
Night-Time Update:
I have recently started reading Where The Crawdad’s Sing and let me just say, I’m only 100 pages in but I am already hooked. The writing style makes me want to read the whole book until my eyes are bloodshot red and can barely keep my eyelids open. Something about the way she writes about the marsh makes me want to run around in the mud shoeless with oversized overalls on.
I have felt pretty unmotivated with writing. I start all these plots and just can’t seem to finish them. The characters feel fake and I can’t get to know them thoroughly before I write their decisions. Sometimes I feel like I’m writing to someone in existence, and I get scared that I’m going to do a bad job at sticking to their personalities. Once you write to someone, you give them life. But, just as easily, you can give them death. No one wants to be controlled, especially not when you're forcing them to do something they don’t want to do. I want the characters to talk to me; tell me what they want to do. I know eventually I’ll figure it out and square everything out, but currently I’m stationed in a certain attitude that I can’t seem to get out of. For right now, it’s all awaiting game, but that doesn't bother me much. I’ve always been a rather quiet, patient person.
Today I noticed the girl sitting across from the tall brunette in one of my classes. She was sneaking glances at him, trying hard not to make direct eye contact. Her eyes were the same as always, but deep in the back of her iris her brown eyes were growing bonded to the boy. It's hard to describe to those who haven't witnessed it. It reminded me of my parents and how they look at each other after they have had a long workday. The way my dad stares at my mom, smiling softly as he runs over to give her a big hug. She acts as though she's put out and tired, and then 2 seconds in his arms, she nuzzles her head in the nape of his shoulder. Her eyes lighten when she looks at him and swear her blue eyes grow into something similar to the crystal-ness of the Destin Ocean water. Something about eyes has always intrigued me. The look of love is hard to spot, especially when you aren’t looking for it, but I bet if you look around and pay attention, you’ll notice it's all around you. Apparently even in my Geology 1002 class.
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