IT GETS WORSE BEFORE IT GETS BETTER

Cleaning = the art of shoving one pile on your floor into another pile on your floor. It's an acquired skill that requires a great amount of focus and attention to detail, i.e. how to carefully stuff as many things as possible into as little space as possible. Today I kicked off Spring Break 2013 by dumping out the contents of one of my closets  and conjoining it with the already existing mess eating up my floor. 

Confession - if you siphon off the top layer of dust in my room, you can peel papers back sheet by sheet and find things dating from pre-3rd grade. Call me sentimental but I always develop this weird mentality at the end of every school year that every single worksheet/piece of homework/assignment will somehow become something that I'll definitelydefinitelydefinitely need one day and that the one thing I throw away will just happen to be the one thing that will save my life someday (i.e. be the million dollar question on Who Wants To Be A Millionaire - THERE'S A SOLID CHANCE OKAY). So every few days (since these days I pretty much spend my nights camping out on the couch and embracing my inner-hobo), I venture back into my bedroom and carve a little path through the forest of papers and lost pen caps and strewn cardigans and forage my way to whatever it is I need to grab, then emerge unharmed and unscatched back in the civilized world (re: my hallway).

Anywho, about twice a year, I do a wardrobe overhaul and get rid of any clothes that I can't fit into anymore or just don't really wear (okay so maybe I just keep it all and stuff it under my bathroom sink but still). Today though, I convinced myself that this time is going to be different. I spent a good two hours Googling/Youtubing closet organization tips and I'm proud to say that I only got to the weird part of Youtube in the last fifteen minutes. I was so hyped and mentally prepared and then I looked back at the monster of a pile sitting in my room and I was like, "Welp. TIME TO COLOR THE WALLS."

And so I did. I've actually been meaning to decorate my bedroom walls for a good two or three years now. I'm going to (eventually) put up Christmas lights and add more line art/wall art and stick on cutouts of Lord Lagerfeld and mah gurl Cara like the Tumblr wannabee I am. I can't claim credit for the pugs though. My soulmate4lyfe Jen had it saved on her phone and I sneakily sent it to myself because let's be honest guys - no one can resist dat face with dat hat. Also don't judge my goldfish (they're obviously goldfish what are you talking about).

LOOK AT THE NUBS THOUGH. Unfortunately my poor Sharpies didn't survive unscathed. I think I've gone through about 3 or 4 now but they all lived good lives and their sacrifices shall not have been in vain. I SHALL USE THEIR BRETHREN WELL.

What is my life.

Love,
Chloe

P.S. Oh. Wait. I probably should've told my mom first what I was going to do to my wall. Um... o___o

SNIPPETS OF SPRING

Spring is officially here and I can't waitwaitwait to dust out those high-waist shorts (that granted I've been wearing since winter but still) and crazy-layer patchworks of prints to my little heart's desire. :) Also, I've slightly fallen in love with YSL's S/S 2013 RTW collection (which I guess I should now be calling Saint Laurent Paris but old habits die hard); as much as I like to say that "pants are for quitters", wearing nothing but pencil skirts for a week helps you develop a healthy appreciation for power suits that somehow manage to look like the beautimous lovechild of skinny jeans and tapered trousers (think Hillary Clinton rainbow pantsuits but even better). The rock-glam-chic vibe! The chiffon! The sequins! Hedi Slimane is pretty much perfection.  

Also, I finally got around to taking some OOTD shots. My neighbors gave me the weirdest looks while I awkwardly lugged around my tripod and pretended to be taking really interesting pictures of the cement. I'll upload them tomorrow once I find some batteries to re-revive my dead camera. The poor thing gets abused so much by me.

Love, 

Chloe 

MY TWO BEST FRIENDS

 

Becoming a hippie cat lady to pursue the life of a feline vigilante has never been so appealing. #droppingoutofsocietytoliveinthewildernessasaunicorn

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Currently working on revamping mah blog so if it looks wacky for the next few hours/days, that's why. :)

USSYP 2013 - PART 1: THE MOURNING AFTER

Me: Feels, stop, just stop.
My Feels: No.

Me: >:(

My Feels: Go sit in a cornfield.

Me: *proceeds to sob and capture tears in a cup and distill the water to make salt and applies the salt to an apple then remembers that fruit doesn't need to be salty then uses the rest of the salt to find the solubility-product-constant then drinks apple juice made from juicing the meat of the apple* What is my life. 

My Feels: XOXO, Gossip Girl

PACKING PACKING PACKING

[ to be updated :) ]

DEFINED BY A NUMBER

So tomorrow is the ACT exam and instead of cramstudyingfreakingout I've started stress baking. As in ohheymyfutureisrapidlyapproachingme but I'm going to go make a cake. I'm literally running out of shelves in my fridge. The struggle is real. 

I can actually feel my childhood dreams of being a rabbit lady resurfacing. It used to be cat lady until I realized that cats really aren't all that fond of me. Which is why I stick to cat .gifs instead. Anywho. 

I feel so anticlimactic about this whole collegefuturegrowingupadult thing right now. Possibly because  I already took the ACT for the first time back in September (October?) so I feel slightly better. Also possibly because I've been watching too many episodes of Suits and Adventure Time and have lost my touch on reality. 

So, um, SOME CHLOE TIPS FOR ACING THE ACT: (← CATCHY SLOGAN RIGHT THERE :'D)

1. Stay hydrated. But not so much that you have to constantly pee
2. Don't get worked up over weird patterns. Unless there's been like 8 A's in a row
3. Don't even think about using the phrase "in conclusion"
4. Try to write an essay against the prompt (ANARCHY)
5. Be nice to yourself. Give yourself that extra pancake or syrup or Fruit Loop in the morning — whatever floats your goat. Remember that the only number you can be defined by is 1 because #yolo. Just kidding. But srs guys. If all else fails, you're always welcome to join me and my future band of tribal rabbit lady hippies

Good luck tomorrow and may the odds ever be in your favor. (:

I think I'm going to go redo the ombré in my hair. totallynottryingtoavoidstressingwut
(also I still have to do that haul post al;kdsjfl)

Love,
Chloe

(^just realized I flubbed up "ever be" and "be ever" WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME)