Thursday, June 7, 2012

War Of The Wardrobe

So what is being tidy? Is it having everything in you life color coordinated and in alphabetical order? Seriously. I have no idea what being organized means since I'm probably THE messiest girl this world has to offer. If anyone of you has an explanation or an idea, it would be so very lovely to get your opinion on that and to hear how you are doing.
You might have caught a glimpse at my room when I took pictures for outfit of the days, but I usually clean up the area of which I'm shooting so that you can't really see what's going on in this room by basically moving it back and forth between different furniture of my room. The direction is from the chair to the desk to the floor to the bed to another part of the floor in whatever order you can put the followings in.
It has been proven that just like the ability to laugh when you feel good and to feel good by laughing, having things in order on the inside can help organizing the things on the outside and vice versa. Meaning that you can actually force yourself to think more clearly and orderly once you've cleared your workspace or your environment.
Well, I guess in this case the world is acting against me. Even if I really REALLY wanted to be more organized, after a few days I would fail at it miserably. In which case I decided that in order to prevent this epic fail from happening, I shall slowly change one area at a time. First I started with my jewelery as you might have seen in another spring cleaning blog post, but I kind of left it at that afterwards just because I'm lazy and busy. And did I mention I'm completely and utterly lazy? 
But I really need this change for the next few months (just as bad as I've needed it in the past few months), because I have a butt load amount of tests I still haven't gone through and I desperately need my thoughts to be more organized while revising and reviewing the material and all sorts of this kind of craziness we all know and hate. That is the reason why I decided to take over another major important part of my life, which is my closet.
I waited so long to post this blog post because I wanted to make sure I'm keeping up the organization within the closet so that it's not another one of these epic fails and I have to admit proudly that it has already lasted for about two weeks, which is a nice (or rather amazing) record.

  "Something is changing me
real slow from the inside out".

It took me a whole day to finish it up and I really took care that I'm not going to put in anything I know I don't even wear, even though I kept some random unworn things. 

So here it is:
 This is my lovely wardrobe. No, I do not have a walk in closet. My room is tiny and in its past life it was a bathroom, which really explains its size and my personality. I'm kidding. Maybe.
And here it is wide open and organized like a fancy little famous person's wardrobe. OH YEAH.  Isn't it dandy. If you don't think it is, please don't ruin my happiness, I've worked really hard.
So I'm going to start from the bottom up. The two drawers in the bottom of the wardrobe are my shoe storage. I know they look a little crammed in there, but none of them are too expensive or destructible. Obviously all my winter boots and such are not there. In one drawer I put my fancy sneakers, oxfords, loafers and one pair of ballet flats that is more dressy. In the next drawer I put some more pairs of more casual ballet flats, my sandals, and a lovely pair of print converse shoes.
The bottom shelf has my books set up in with a few memories I've collected over the years, because my actual shelves have yet been put up, so I had to find some place to store my books. These are only a small amount of books I keep in my room, but I read a ton. I think (as much of crap as that might sound, and as dorky as that sounds) that it's the best way to accumulate knowledge, and an amazing way to expend your imagination and creativity. Next up I have my underwear, socks and bathing suits. It's blurry because you really don't need to get a glimpse of that part of my wardrobe although nothing was exposed, because my socks and bathing suits are covering it all up.
Next up are my long or seven eighths pants organized by denim (the most) and colorful randoms (as well as a few denims). I tried my best to color coordinate my denims, so that I can easily find any pair I want to wear that certain day without making a mess.
Next to all these three shelves are my hangers. These are organized (from left to right) by long cardigans, then three quarter sleeved cardies, then short cardies, then long button downs, then three quarter sleeved button downs, then short sleeved button downs, then sleeveless button downs, then dresses, then strapless dresses, then jumpsuits, then special shorts and finally skirts. MOUTHFUL.
The shelves right above that include my regular everyday shorts, my tee's, my tanks, my camies, and my more dressy tops that aren't hung in the hangers section.

The very top shelves conclude with my Pj's and my heavy winter sweater for when they turn up the AC in class and I freeze to death but they are not really important are they?
Tell me what you do in order to keep your life on track when you are stressed out. See you on Saturday, when I take a break from studying for social sciences. XOXO Roni J.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Fragile (May Favorites)

Hey girls (and boys. Do we have any boys here? If so, tell me, I feel like I would hate it if no one referred to me when I was reading a blog of theirs). How has this month passed? Was it any better than the last? Any worse (oh gosh I hope not).
So when I was about 13, I think, I went to a summer camp with a friend. It was a bible camp, even though that's not really my thing. I went there because she is my best friend (to this day), and it was a lot of fun, when I look back. The subject that year was fragile. How the world is so very fragile, how relationships are so very fragile, and how we need to take care of our surroundings, because we can never put together the pieces exactly the way they were before they cracked or shattered (depends on the case really). English is not my first language, so I didn't really know what the meaning was at first, but as time passed I came to know what this means.
The definition of fragile from is: easily broken, shattered, or damaged; delicate; brittle; frail.
In other words, I guess, it means breakable.
I don't know if I told you this before, but my sister left about a week ago to live abroad for a few months. I don't think I really have to stress how hard it was to have her leave, and how much I miss her every day she's away, and how hard it is to hear she's going through something hard and not to be able to hug her and to be there for her.
Yesterday my mother talk to her on Skype before she came home and she texted me "Will be held back a little, on Skype with your sister. Boy crisis". My sister met a guy before she went abroad who lives there and they talked almost everyday on Skype, and when she visited a few months ago they were doing alright and all this time he seems interested. As well as since she got there about a week ago.
Yesterday, after spending an entire day with her, a day she felt was perfect, a day when he was, apparently, marking his territory in front of his friends, after all that, he decides he doesn't want her anymore, and he just told her it's not what he wants.
Understandable. The guy decides that's not what he wants. I actually appreciate the honesty, but he could have said it sooner, he could have made her understand that he's not interested rather than making her believe that he really wants something to happen between them, he could have not waited this long, he could have not marked territory or waited a whole day to say it. But he didn't.
My sister is much more breakable than I am. Part of it is the fact that I let no one in maybe, and I am very calculated rather than gut follower. I almost never break, surely not in front of the person responsible, and I'm able of holding it in and not letting at show through. It's my specialty really.
I can honestly say I had a thousand scenarios of what I should have done to the guy who broke my sister's heart like, to the point where every time she heard our voices (voices from home) she started weeping. I am so protective of my family, especially her since she is, as I've said, so fragile.
My heart breaks at the sight of any person with a broken heart. I cry like a little girl. I mean, while watching Kyle XY, there were quite a few heart broken moments and I cried in each and every one of them. While watching the Hunger Games, I cried when Gale saw Peeta and Katniss kiss even thought I like Peeta better, just because I knew his heart must have been breaking, and those are fictional characters, so seeing someone real going through heartbreak, and someone that I love as much as I love my sister, I simply broke down.
Good thing I talked to her over the phone last night, because my voice did crack a little, but I really didn't want her to see the tears. Just hearing her cry, her voice so aching, her wanting to come back home, it was so hard not to cry.
Over all I think today she's probably better. I hope so. I will move on to my favorites right about now.

*Favorite T.V. Show: Kyle X.Y. I have literally talked about this a thousand times it feels like, but this is genuinely THE best show I have seen in a REALLY REALLY long time. It is a complete fiction, kind of science fiction teen drama show. I love it. I'm still not able to see the last episode they shot before the show got canceled, because I seriously don't want it to end.

*Favorite Person: Jean-Luc Bilodeau. This is the guy that plays Kyle's adoptive brother in the show and I can seriously say that, besides his good looks, he can portray so much emotion, he's funny, and half of the times I cried about something in the show (I cry a lot at seeing other people's pain) it was because of him. I am happy to say that he's coming out with a show called Baby Daddy very very soon, so I'll be on the lookout for it :) (It's going to be on ABC Family for whomever is in the U.S. and would like to try it out). Hopefully it's good. Just don't kill me if it isn't.

*Favorite Mascara: Loreal's Telescopic in brown. I know I said last month that I love PUPA's mascara, and I do think it is a great mascara, but the wand is SO extremely thick and uncomfortable. I love the formula, but the wand kills it for me. So I got back to using Loreal's Telescopic, which is also more lengthening, I would think, than the PUPA one, which I want more of than I want a thickening one. The wand is absolutely tiny, which is perfect for the bottom lushes as well. I like it!

*Favorite Artist: Paolo Nutini. This guy will forever, I hope, be my favorite artist. His lyrics are amazing, his voice sends chill up and down my spine, he is amazing (I haven't said it before enough). I have discovered new songs of his and I just fell in love all over again.

Favorite Song: Wake Up by Arcade Fire covered by (surprise surprise) Paolo Nutini. Amazing cover. So heartfelt and.... I just love him obviously.
Have a great weekend!!! XOXO Roni J.!