Operation Get Some Style

I'm a jeans and a tee shirt kind of girl. Usually, my hair is pulled up in a ponytail and I have sneakers on my feet. I don't have a real style. I don't have something that shows my personality very well. It's just blah tee shirts and blah jeans. I think my sneakers show my personality the best because I usually have these colorful shoes that catch attention. But I need more than just shows to show who I am as a person. You may be saying 'people shouldn't judge you by your clothes' but we all know that we judge even when we don't mean to. It's just human nature. So anyway, I'm just saying that my style (or lack thereof) is pretty casual and low key.

I've always said that I have the potential to be stylish. So my goal is to find my style and get out of my jeans-and-a-tee-shirt slump. It's quite coincidental that my new goal happens to be set around the New Year but I'm not one for making new year resolutions because they tend to be bogus. This is just a goal that I've set recently. I'm going to find my style. It'll be like a make over of sorts. One that isn't drastic and happens gradually over the course of a few months.

This operation (Operation Get Some Style) is a process for me to feel good about myself. I want to feel pretty and stylish. I want to feel like I've put effort in to make myself feel good. I want to feel confident with myself and to know that I look good. As I write this, I'm struggle to not care what people think of what I look like but that is nearly impossible. I'm not saying that what people think is the most important thing for me, but it does play a small part (unfortunately). People make judgments and I want my first impressions on them to be positive and good. But essentially this is about me feeling good about myself. SIDENOTE: I'm also two semesters away from graduation. I should probably look into finding a more adult, more professional wardrobe for that fateful day when I get a 'real' job.

Now I just need to figure out what my style is. Hmm...

Plastic versus Glass

I was packing my dishes the other day when I remembered how much I prefer to drink my water out of a glass. Thus I was prompted to write a post about how much I really do prefer glass to plastic. For me, plastic retains the flavor of anything that is not water. So if you have soda, kool-aid, or milk, even if you wash it with soap, it retains the flavor. Blech. In contrast, glasses don't retain the flavor of past beverages. And when you drink water out of a glass it just tastes better. I'm not really sure what it is about glass that makes a beverage taste better but it really does.

When it comes down to plastic or glass, I'll choose glass.

That's all.

My name is... and I'm a dork

I'm a dork. Like a huge dork. You can ask anyone who knows me really well. I'm a total and complete dorkface. Shall we look at the evidence?

I love to color. Five year olds love to color. Why does a grown woman... girl... person love to color so much? Unfortunately, this semester I haven't really colored much. Maybe that's why I've felt stressed and out of sorts for some of it. Hmm... My mom was awesome and gave me more crayons last night. I can't wait to use them but I'm trying to be an adult and do all my homework before I color. How much do I love to color, you may ask.Well the giant box of like 112 crayons (not including the ones I got last night) and the five coloring books I own are evidence enough.

I love to read dorky, corny romance novels. I have this author that I just LOVE. She write these awesome books about the extremely awesome men that would never actually exist in real life. It doesn't take much for one of her books to send my grinning and giggling. These are books that I really can't read in public. They have to be read in the privacy of my home... preferably in my room. I don't want people asking me what I'm smiling about. They wouldn't understand.



I love TV. I'm pretty sure this is something I get from my dad. I just love watching TV. I like stories and TV is full of stories. I'm particularly obsessed with BONES. I'm sure my family gets sick of me talking about BONES. I actually just need the second season and then VIOLA!! I'll have all five seasons that are currently on DVD. Yeah, that's how much I love TV. I have seasons of shows I love on DVD. I love TV.

Sometimes I still have the urge to play Barbies. I have TONS of Barbies in my parents' attic. After I initially put them there, I would sometimes pull them out and play with them... by myself. I'm sort of a closet Barbie fan. I mean, I'm a grown woman... girl.... person. I shouldn't have the urge to buy a Barbie, rip open the package, and just brush her hair. I'm usually good at stifling this urge but when Christmastime comes around I really want to buy myself a Barbie just for Christmas. I often got a Barbie for Christmas. Until I became to 'old' to play with Barbies anymore. Just talking about it makes me want to run to Wal-mart and buy a Barbie. I'm pretty sure my roommates would think I was a total dork. Probably shouldn't do it.

I went and saw Tangled with my friend on Tuesday. I absolutely LOVED it! Now I kind of want a Tangled Barbie. But shh! Don't tell anyone. It might freak them out. I just want to attach the extra hair that comes with it! I mean it looks so cool. Maybe I should start 'collecting' Barbies. Oh... look at that. I'm talking about Barbies again. Oops. About Tangled... I loved it. I thought it was a super cute movie and that the actors did a great job with the voices. I'm totally going to buy it when it comes out on DVD.

This leads me to my next dorkiness thing. I love movies. I think I also get this from my dad. I don't know what it is about movies that I just love to watch. I guess it goes back to the story thing. I love watching a story and seeing how characters act and what drives them. Maybe it has something to do with my imagination too. I lose the reality of life and get sucked into the story playing on the screen. There's something... magical about movies. Something that just captivates me. I love them.



Well... I've briefly explored some aspects that make me so dorky. Oh, believe me. There are tons more that I could say. But I'm feeling plenty dorked out at the moment. I'll just end here with one challenge for you, whoever you may be. What makes you dorky? Think about it.

Tales from an Invisible Girl

I helped my mom write her Christmas card letter tonight. She went through the kids and listed what they accomplished or did this last year. My sentence said something to the effect of "...has two jobs and has one more year of school." Okay, Mom was a little more eloquent than that but I really did only have one sentence saying what I had done. I looked over my siblings paragraphs. (Yeah, they had paragraphs.) There were houses bought and graduations that took place. Things were done. Lives were lived.

And then there was me.

Just school and work. No major accomplishments. No activities that happened in the past year. Nothing. And Mom tried. She tried to make me more exciting. She tried to shine a light on me. She even asked me for something more to add. What do I have to add? Nothing. I'm the girl who had nothing to add to my one sentence in the family Christmas card letter.

I'm the invisible girl. The girl squished into family pictures between her two younger brothers. The girl who doesn't have a boyfriend. The girl who doesn't have a social agenda. The girl who.... is invisible. Normally, I don't feel so bad when I think about my life. But tonight, I'm feeling more thoughtful. More pensive.

I know I'm truly not invisible. I have a family who loves me I have some great friends who love me. I have... people who would miss me if I was on "Without a Trace" or if my bones were found in a tree. I'm loved. I'm cared for. I'm in the family pictures. I see my family regularly. I express my love for them. We tease and joke and talk.

But tonight I feel invisible....