Ok, ok. I'm cheesy here. But I like my simple (but cute) outfit.
So there’s sometimes nothing that makes you more confident like feeling cute in an outfit. It’s getting warmer out, meaning it’s time to ditch the sweatshirts, boots, heavy coats and layers, and time for some skirts and shorter sleeves. Today I decided to wear a simple, monotone gray outfit, but I liked its simplicity paired with a gold heart necklace and geometric patterned tights.
Although I don’t have the time to show it, I secretly have a huge passion for fashion.
I draw some inspiration sometimes from this website called Lookbook.nu, a GREAT fashion website where teens and young adults post pictures of their best outfits. I really envy these people. I’m usually too busy, too shy, and with too limited of a budget and all old clothes, to come up with something super-creative like these people out of my wardrobe. Sometimes I do try though.
Even if I don’t use the inspiration that this website gives me, I still enjoying looking. I made a collage on this cool website called vuvox of my favorite recent lookbook.nu looks.
Spring is in the air! It is nice out today, so as a break from homework, my friends and I decided to go outside and enjoy the weather. We spent some time tree climbing, and then broke out the bubble wand. I’m so excited it’s finally starting to feel like spring. The fresh air is so nice. So is acting like a child. Climbing in trees and bubble blowing are such innocent, carefree activities. It sounds like a dorky thing to do (ok it is) but it really relieves some stress by just being a goofball. Try it!
Jenn blowing bubbles.
In lieu of the bubble adventure my friends and I had, I am going to share a poem I wrote a long time ago:
Float Endlessly on and on and on
I know we will make it there alright
Despite the blinding lights
Luminous allure pulling us in
We were all just bubbles
Passing the time
Finding our places in the universe
Will you tell me where is mine?
Let’s all be young again
Gliding gently down
To get the sensation
Nothing is wrong at all
But bubbles don’t mean anything anymore
Just a pocket of naivety
Surrounding our innocent forms
They must have all broken apart
Bubbles blown in our youth
Bubbles popping in midair
Now that we have learned the truth
Bubbles are gone forever