157 Meow Chocolate

156 DSLR Firsts

Still figuring out this new camera thing.

1) Picture of my keeplivinganddying plant. I save its life every week. I also used a fisheye on this picture.
2) Cup of the remaining batch of flowers Brandon bought me. I don't like flowers. I like PLANTS. But I gratefully accept them because that is what you do when you are the awesome girlfriend.
3) My dog and dolphin. I struggle to keep them alive. That is why I don't name them.
4) My dog by itself. It's no lie. I really do love the dog more. I am practicing so I can give all my love to a real dog. YAY future!!
5) New Old LV bag from ebay. Good deal. Happy Grace.

155 Beauty Days

I don't think I ever truly appreciated the beauty of weekends. The option of sleeping in or rising early. The option of eating pre-breakfast, breakfast, breakfast snack, or brunch. Or even lunch! The options are almost totally overwhelming.

Speaking of that "o" word. It seems to be the word of the week here in Grace Young's mind. I keep thinking about what is over-whelming. Sometimes what is under-whelming. Now, what is over-whelming is the thought that we never say that something is just whelming. I don't even know if that is a word. Something to consider for today.

I love the weekends because it affords me the opportunity to dress however I want. I have the time to cook and ride my bike, and do other stuff that is totally fun and loving. I am excited for each following weekend, not so much because I dislike my job, but merely because that me time is decadently splendiforous.

I'm never over-whelmed or under-whelmed on weekends. Instead, I am just perfectly whelmed. If overwhelm means overcome with emotions... whelming must mean...

154 NEW CAMERA

Fancy new camera. It's part of how I feel upgrading my life.

153 Teacher Swag

I am trying to bring more of my swaggerific fabulousity into my teaching wardrobe. I find that this is good for several reasons. First, it leads some of my troubled students into paying more attention to me. Second, it makes me feel good and confident. Third, it makes me feel happy. Fourth, I like to look fancy. Five, it is a good way to switch it up.

Actually, this was my second favorite outfit from last week. I may re-create this other outfit this week.

This is a lame-o post. Wah.

152 I stand with PP.

Let me tell you a story. When I was a virginal junior in high school, I accompanied my quavering frienemy to Planned Parenthood. We were both broke. Too broke to buy McDonalds probably. But she had a working car that could take us to Planned P. She went to a party the night before and she thought she got roofied and woke up next to some dude. She had to get a pregnancy test and thats how we ended up here.

Fast forward to December of every year until last. I will not lie. I went to Planned P to get HIV/AIDS tests, STD check ups, birth control, and pap smears. They made me feel safe. They encouraged me to be safe. The House has cut funding for Planned Parenthoods, and instead of making a very serious post, I thought I would just honestly come out and say this:

Support Planned Parenthood.

What I did not finish is that after that frienemy and I went to Planned P she drove me by his house, we saw him get in his car, and he essentially speeded to the freeway and tried to lose us. Which he did. But not without her following his past almost 5 exits, cursing loudly with me clutching the strap above the door and my feet on the dash terrified. That is the closest I have ever gotten to a car chase.

151 Simple Love

UGHH LOVE CLOGS!!!

Wore this to church and do errands. Errands included getting my taxes done for the first time. Since I made "so little" this year only submitting half a years worth of income, it resulted in future big ballin for me. I am going to save it to go towards my student loans and maybe buy a new purse. Or a new computer. And that will be it.

I really love crop tops. I feel like they have infiltrated my personal wardrobe, bring bundles of joy along the way. There is something about this stunted shirt that brings forth tons of nostalgic shoulda woulda couldas. When I was young, I'd look longingly at crop tops and this, gosh. One day. That day is now.

I sincerely believe that people should dress their age. At that age, when the desire first sprung, I would have looked very inappropriate and like my parents were selling me. But now, when I wear crop tops, it screams success! No, but it makes me feel fabulous. I'm old enough to correctly dismiss come-ons but not old enough to insight rousing from cubs (as a cougar).

Also, to end this post in a perfect circle: clogs are awesome.