complicated. easy.

im beyond words obsessed with three things right now. the biebs. twitter. and LOUD, princess riri's latest album. i love the majority of the tracks, especially S&M...but theres a ballad i really love too titled complicated. please, indulge in a snippet of the lyrics:

Sometimes I catch you
Sometimes you get away
Sometimes I read you
Other times I'm like where are you on the page?
Sometimes I feel like we will be together forever
But you're so complicated
My heart knows better

Why is everything with you so complicated?

love the song, hate the message. weak. ling. newsflash...he's not complicated, YOU are. if you still feel like you cant figure him out, then sweety, move on. relationships are not meant to be "figured out" romantic or plutonic. they should just be. it is one lesson i think i'm finally getting...take my situation into account. ive had the above scenario play out for a couple of years now with the same guy. finally, i've learned to let go of my expectations, stop questioning what we are, and accept the friendship for what it is.

i expect very little from all my friends, we all do. a call once in a while, a text here and there. so why is it that we hold love interests to do the impossible then? keep up with all areas of our lives, text or call once a day... impossible. if you're not his equal love interest, it's not gonna happen. therefore, i've let him drift into the "distant, but good friend" category and now my life is back in line. i dont worry about complications with him or any other guy anymore, because my wires are not crossed. im not waiting on a phone call or text for confirmation that he likes me...i know he does, but i know how he does too. like any. other. friend.

confidence ladies, put people in the category in which they belong in your life and suddenly things wont be so complicated anymore. its like spring cleaning for your MIND. declutter that bitch, we all know she has a tendency to get crazy otherwise. so toss out the old friends way in the back you havent utilized - you know the fashion rule, if you havent worn it in 6 months its OUT- put the friends you know you cant count on in the "know you cant count on them, but still great for a night out" category etc, etc. i think theres something to be appreciated about most, if not all, the people we choose to make friends with.

did i really just make an analogy of organizing friends in your mind the way you would clothes and items in a closet? aaah. i've OD'd on organizing our beauty closet. does someone need to become an organizational guru and love counselor? bright future ahead...

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been a little streppy.

AAAAAH. ive neglected my blog. on monday i had a fashion event to attend that consumed most of my day and by tuesday around 11pm i had what was the beginning of an ear infection. by wednesday night i had a 102 fever and it continued for about 27 hours. ive been locked in my house trying to get better since wed night and ive done nothing but sleep, sip broth & liquids, and veg out on the couch watching bad tv. today i visited the walk in clinic for the second time, turns out i have strep throat on top of my ear infection, and was finally prescribed penicillin...its kicking in. thank. god.

now that i'm feeling a little better...more to come!

xx

2011.

a pre nye party shot. one of only about 3 pics of me all night. can't say things held up so well by the time we stumbled across our 2AM snack...a lamb gyro at the best stand in the city. my cousin ate his...and mine. the next day, swore he didnt eat lamb. ah..love it :)

naked and brilliant.

ms. portman in all her nude glory. seriously, can we get a more gorgeous face? photos of her new campaign for miss dior cherie were out today and as i tweeted earlier in the day: obsessed. she looks beyond flawless. dior + portman. now that is a match.com.

shmatch.com.

the commercial for popular dating website, match.com, makes me queasy. "1 in 5 relationships now begin online." i really hope that's a load of shit fake stat. how is this possible? better yet, is this the future trend for dating? will i be forced to join a local dating site to find a potential mate down the line? what happened to running into a cute guy at the corner coffee spot, spilling your drink on him and laughing nervously as you exchange numbers? sometimes i wish we could rewind just a little and get back to life pre-internet. (i know, it sounds lame) honestly, what ever happened to relating with people in real life. true, i re-activated my personal Facebook account so i could remain in touch with friends after giving myself a separation period of 3+ months...but sometimes i wish i could go back to having to communicate with someone via land line. remember when we had answering machines...and actually used them to receive messages we had missed? i remember being excited to talk to a crush on the phone. i remember being excited to get a call from my friend asking me if i wanted to go for a bike ride to the corner store for ice cream. am i getting too old for technology? or am i just not ready to expose myself to the dating world on yet another platform?

dear mr. simmons.

today as i scrolled through my twitter feed on lunch break i read you were going to be signing copies of your book at Borders, next to MSG. i was beyond excited, i ran - not walked- to the subway as soon as 5:30 hit and i was free from work. i spent half the money i currently have cash on your book, stood patiently in a line that coiled around shelves and shelves of books for an hour, and met you. i didn't want to take a picture, i didnt want to post a status about meeting you, i only wanted the opportunity to thank you in person. i thanked you for reminding me to count my blessings and "get to giving" every day via twitter. why did i spend the little bit of precious money and time i have to do this? sometimes a girl struggling to make it in a dream city like NYC needs to feed her mind and soul more than her physical body. your book will do just that for me.

dinner + daddy.

as i was flipping my quesadilla tonite and tossing together a quick salad my music stopped playing and the familiar iPhone ringer started playing on my dock. daddy. man has it been forever (or felt like it) since i got a call from my dad. he's not a neglectful father, he's just been out of the country for weeks with my mom & brother on holiday (read: jealous). it felt so good to eat dinner while having a conversation with my daddy. i think few girls have the kind of relationship i have with my dad, and for those who dont, what a sad loss. after hearing all the funny things that are happening with my family, and sharing all the great news about my new job, i let my dad finish cooking dinner so i could get ready for bed. "goodnight mija, i love you and i'll talk to you tomorrow" he said. those words, to me, mean as much as "you won the lottery."

Bee. You. Tee. Fied.

after a day of throwing myself at organizing what is BC (our Beauty Closet), i got to come home to an evening of complete and total relaxation. lucky for me, i'll be working simultaneously on the tablet, goodyblog and beauty. first task was to figure out how to make sence of BC's chaos. and what do i love better than an unorganized space?....NOTHING. ah, it was glorious. aside from the fact that i was excited beyond belief when i squeezed into the cluttered closet, getting to steal a few products for myself just topped it off. (read: i didn't actually steal, i was offered to take whatever i need or want) blow-dryers, hair products galore, straighteners, curlers, lotions, make-up...all the girly things i go gaga for at my fingertips. i even got a single serve blender...saweet. perfect for a girl in a tiny NYC apt, seeing as i keep sweaters in my cupboards. soooo i walked home with three bags of goodies. i couldn't help myself, i got klepto. anyways after a little dinner, i began what became a great, pampering, beautifying, friday night in. i played with my make-up, took a hot shower, tried out masks (hair and face), brand new shampoos/conditioners/mousses...the works. im not ashamed to say sometimes i have more fun clipping my nails, pumicing my feet, moisturizing my body and watching the Wedding Planner on TBS with a mask on my face while conditioning my hands and feet with special lotion and gloves & booties on. OMG. laaalaalaaah. heavenly. ladies, make time to pamper- stay in, take off the heels and watch some bad tv. yes, on a friday night. i smell and feel like all kinds of good right now...YUM ME.

lace. nude. boy boots.

my three current obsessions as i wander into any H&M or Zara in the city. LACE. think cher in clueless, the lacey/sheer l/s collar button down with the cami underneath while munching on carrots & fighting with josh. renewed. as if the 90s trends weren't bad enough the first time around, long socks (mid-thigh) and lace tops are back. aaah love the lace. NUDE. lets just say, i found a nude, lace, l/s long top...sold! BOY BOOTS. aka, hiking boots, rugged boots, tough bitch boots, call them what you want. i love the idea of feminine/masculine (why i borrow all of my roommate's clothes...big boy cardigans, yum) pieces coming together in one ensemble. H&M once again has GREAT booties, albeit, they need some roughing up to have a more vintage/lived in/im-not-trying feel, for a great price. throwing those babies on with a cute skirt or dress, chic tights, and some socks. ok, sometimes i actually like winter. layers + booties, yes please.

new year, new habits.

habit: an acquired behavior pattern regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary.



i read today that it takes exactly 21 consecutive days of doing something to turn it into a habit. is it just me or does that seem like a long time? you're devoting almost a 12th of your year to developing a new habit...but i'm willing to try it. i refuse to use the word "resolution" this month- but habits, those seem tried-and-true enough to last through the years. first habit i'd like to develop: daily blogging. (HA) i really will try to make this thing habitual. another habit: less soda intake. its unreal to say ill stop drinking pepsi, but i think a habit of choosing water or juice (low in sugar)...(preferably water)...is somewhat doable. i seriously dont want to drink soda anymore and when i brought this idea up to an unencouraging cousin, he said he gives it one week till i have a can of pepsi in my face. guess what? half way through the week bitches. anyways, just got me thinking- "habits" have such negative connotations, but i feel like with the right attitude, you can make 2011 habits be positive. my thoughts are, the habits i've had in the past (especially bad ones) seem to develop like second nature...i dont even think about doing it. thats exactly how i want the positives to appear in my life- like i dont even have to think about it. so instead of setting goals i'll inevitably fall short of, this year i choose to develop lasting habits. fingers crossed. lets start with two.