A Rant: Jeans

A small rant here. I WANT A PAIR OF JEANS. OK thank you, I needed that. You've just helped me immensely. Now let me explain what I'm shouting for. Jeans. Jeans. They're just about my all time favourite fashion item, and I'm beginning to hate them. Because I cannot buy a decent pair.

When I say jeans, I want jeans. Actually denim. Not stretch denim. Denim. Proper and real. 
I, like everyone else liked the stretch denim. But now I walked into Topshop the other day, thinking "oh that's a cute pair of jeans" but they were really jeggings. Jeggings so tight that you can see the imprint of my underpants in them. Cute, but what am I meant to do about the fact that cute guy over there can now see that I was not bothered to wear a g-string? I do not feel like the world needs to have my legs so well defined, that they know all about my underpants.

And it's not just Topshop, every store seems to not stock denim anymore. Or has patterned denim. Or weird denim that I don't want to wear. What happened to a good old pair of black jeans?
Because the good thing about jeans was they would last you for ages, but now the stretch goes after six months and I have to go and buy myself another pair. Ugh. 

Thinking: Happy Events

And sometimes you have good days. When you expected very terrible days. We all expect terrible days. Don't lie, because we do. That's truth, it's certain. 

Let me tell you those good days are glorious.

Also glorious are the few hours dedicated to doing absolutely noting. And seeing how much of absolutely nothing one can fit into an hour.

Hot chocolates and tea. Or tea with biscuits. On a cold day of course. While wrapping your hands around a curvy mug having all the time in the world to watch the steam gently waft away. While you have music in the background and are learning more than "what's up" of someone you're falling in love with.

Also the sudden heart-stricken desire to be camping by a fire with a guitar placed under you arm and looking across into the lit eyes of the special people. Being cuddled at midnight. No fucked; cuddled. To look up at the stars and not know what it is you want, because your chase for wants is over, as they're all there in front of you. Or when you know things aren't going to be fine, and they weren't fine before, but for the moment you're in love with your life and you're happy with that. A happiness that comes from your heart. 

Those are the things that matter. And those are the things you want to share. Those are the events that you'll remember before your own name.

Why don't we have more of those moments? Because I believe those moments define our very souls., And I have had so few experiences of what can only be described as magic. And as such, I feel, I am undefined. 

Style: Mornings

Finding your own style is one of the hardest things when it comes to getting dressed in the morning. You have to figure out how you feel in the today, and whether or not you're going to need a jacket, and will you have to remove said jacket from possibility of heat and whether you're going to need to run at any point, what everyone else will vaguely be wearing and then there's always well you might run into your ex, or your arch-enemy (unless your ex and your arch enemy happen to be the same person, then you'll run into both).

Basically what you've got to do, is figure out what you're prepared to do in the mornings. This is the point really when people really decide on how much they love their sleep, because some people sacrifice about half an hour to straighten their hair, and I cannot possibly be prepared to do that. I would rather roll over and go back to sleep. But then I like eating breakfast, so I will sacrifice that amount of my sleep.

Then you can go from there, and throw together something from the floor-drobe (wardrobe on the floor, for those who need translation) or spend a while picking different shirts to go perfectly with that skirt.

Now there is a point to me writing all of this, I'm not just describing mornings for no reason at all. I think getting ready in the morning is incredibly important for the rest of the day. Basically it's like the rest of the day is a battle and you need a kick-ass weapon to wear to make you win. OK I don't know if that made sense.
But I know if I don't look how I want to look, I just won't have as good of a day. And that might sound superficial, but it's true that I feel better when I look better, and I don't really see anything wrong with that.

So what I'm saying as the moral of the story is that if you feel like it's going to be a hard day, or you're stressed out or just you're having a hard time, take a couple of extra moments to make sure you like what you see in the mirror. Tell yourself you look amazing, because let's face it you probably look gorgeous.

Chatting: Writing

Kind of obviously, I love to write. Otherwise, I kind of wouldn't have a blog. To be honest, I mainly write it for me as a sort of online diary thingo. And then keeping it so other people can read it  stops me from getting to soppy (always a good thing).

And I think lots of other people love to write. From love stories to opinions, people keep on writing. And I think a lot of people get scared because they don't think their writing is good enough. Or worthwhile. Or it's just generally something wrong.

Well, I disagree. It is good enough. It is. Because before that point those words had never been written before. And you invented those words, put together in that way. Because you were brave enough to write it down it won't be forgotten. Now it's there in the world. A thing other people can see; not just a thought that's  in your head. So I personally think that inventing something, something that is specifically yours and couldn't have been written by someone else, well I think that's worthwhile. And if you think that's good enough, I don't know what is. You're making art, straight  from your thoughts. To me, that's beautiful.

Style: Emma Watson

Emma Watson. She's glorious. She's amazing. She's dating royalty. She basically is royalty. And she's Hermione Granger. What more is there to say?

Well I mean there's her amazing style and then her HeforShe speech which was kind of fantastic, but mainly being Hermione is her biggest achievement. (You can tell an incredibly Harry Potter nerd is writing this right?)

Anyway Emma Watson's style is drool-worthy. I mean not much of it I could pull off but that doesn't stop me from gazing in awe. Basically I'm going to let the pictures speak for themselves and we can all watch and be jealous.

I feel like her motto must be simple yet stylish, because she wears a lot of simple black and white. She also is one of the few people I have seen to be able to pull off a suit and look more elegant than most people ever do in their lives. 

She always manages and classy look, even with a bad-ass leather jacket or in leopard print stockings, like she is above. I do not know how she does it, but I like how she manages to look beautiful and sexy without having to wear a shirt that's 'meant to be' a dress.

Music: Vance Joy

If you haven't heard of Vance Joy, you've probably heard Riptide. If you haven't heard that then you must have been in the Antarctic counting buttons or something because it would be about that hard not  to have heard his song.

I shamelessly love Vance Joy. His music is amazing, it just is adorable, dance-able to without being over the top and just generally amazing sad-happy vibe which basically suits my every mood.

Now with most musicians I get tired when all their songs are merely love songs (The Script anyone?) but Vance Joy can write them forever (OK maybe not that long) and I will still adore them.

I've basically just been listening to his album all week, and I felt like I had to pay him some tribute, because seriously it is pure generous. I love the way he writes his lyrics and I'm always singing them for hours afterwards. 

Plus the guy's Australian and we sort of need everything we can to make the world remember us so I'm all for him. 

All photos via Weheartit

Music: Vance Joy, Family of the Year, Kyla La Grange, Banks, Emma Louise, 

Music: Music Saves

"There's music good music. Then there's music that reaches into your soul and calls you to action and makes you want to scream the lyrics from a rooftop and run around in circles and kiss people and spread kindness to the world and gives you this huge burst of energy and just makes you want to become a cool person ya feel" -teenvolcanoes (tumblr)

Some people think music is superficial. I do not agree. That's put mildly. 

I think music is one of the greatest inventions of all time.

You can look around and see all the people with headphones in, not talking, and I've always thought it's kind of sad. Like we're losing something. And we are. But today it occurred to me that all those people are being saved. Saved from boredom, or sadness or insanity, and it's their music that does that for them. Just saving them. And I thought that was something special.

And it doesn't really matter what musician is singing to us, but that musician is making a memory with us. And there's a connection in that, that you feel, but the artist doesn't. That's why we love musicians so much - because every song that they create has a little bit of themselves in it, and you carry that bit around, making memories with that song. In your own way you've made memories with that part of the artist. And that makes you feel connected, like we've got something in common.

So I've made memories with 5 Seconds of Summer and Ed Sheeran, and Ball Park Music and Thelma Plum, Coldplay and The Fray and Arctic Monkeys. They've done so many things with me, and those songs are more than what the artist made, more than the part of themselves that the artist put into that song. It's got a little bit of me in it to. And so it's more than both of us. All contained in 3 minutes. 

All photos via Weheartit

FriLife: What Matters

So I've never actually known if you guys guy two fucks about me trying to come out in the world. I've had no clue. But since I'm pretty much brutally honest here I feel like I should share. Or not that I should but I want to. Now it's 11:35 on a Saturday night and I'm chilling here in long socks, no bra and a flannelette. Don't even have music playing. It's just me and the night. And then the annoying bugs that keep flying in through the holes in the fly-screen on my window. Ugh bugs.

So I'm chilling here in the dark and just thinking. Classic of thoughts for about nine months now, after not to long I started wondering if I was gay or not. Ha, fun thoughts.

I decide it shouldn't matter.

It shouldn't matter to anyone at all.

Because to me it doesn't matter whether you're a guy or a girl (or anywhere in between). If you're gay or straight or anywhere else. It doesn't matter. I don't care whether you're parents are divorced or if you live with your mum or your dad or you grandmother's dog. I don't care whether you want to be a doctor or a musician. Or whatever your nationality is at all. I don't care if you hate your ears, or you hands. It doesn't matter. It shouldn't matter.

What does matter is who you are. And those things do make up who you are, but there are bigger things. Like whether you're going to be nice to me. And whether you're my friend or not. Because if you're my friend, it's going to take a whole lot more than changing any of those things to make any difference at all. Now I don't even think I'd look twice if one of my best girl friends tell me they want to grow a beard (but obviously no mustache) and devote their life to finding the perfect pair of overalls.

So I'm the person who gives the most fucks if I'm gay or not. Because it affects me most. (Or it should). And so it's me that I really have to come out to. And that's hard. It's fricken hard. Try not lying to yourself ever. It's hard.

But how do you even go about being gay? I have so many questions. How do I know if a girl is gay or not, because I'm fairly sure that I'm going to miss out on the introductory handshake. And then, ugh. I don't know what I'm confused about. Dating should be the same, but just, it's something I've never done before. And it's not something I have a whole lot of knowledge on how to approach.

I think as a kid I knew I was gay. Man, me as a child was very intelligent.

So moral of today guys: be honest with yourself as best you can because it is very useful in everything you do :D 

Motivation Stuff

Hey guys so for school right we have to have this motivational quotes book (yes I just about vomited when I heard about it too - don't worry I'm not about to force you to do this with me). Every week we're meant to come up with a motivation quote (your imagination can insert picture of me scrolling over many vomit worthy quotes) and it's meant to maximize our grades or something. I don't know, can't say I understand it but it's just what we have to do.

Basically I think it's sort of a good idea. Quotes make me vomit, so it's always going to make me into a bit of a disbeliever but I thinks recording a thought of the day, or just saying something you're proud of is useful kind of cool to look back over your year and remember all of the little things.

I've been doing this since the year started as my friend bought me an astro-diary thing (it tells you what your astrology prediction for the day is and it's actually quite funny. Earlier this month I was meant to fall passionately in love, let's just say that hasn't happened yet). Anyway so I've just written something that I be done every day (e.g. cooked..., studied, went for a run, wrote a song) kind of cool stuff that I genuinely love to do, but now that I get to write it down I feel guilty if I don't do it. And when I have those waste-y days, you know when you just wonder where it dwindled to, I can actually write down all of what I did (which happens to never be much). It just helps me to keep organised for a pretty unorganized person who hates being too organised. 

Anyway so basically just being able to write down thoughts every day, but only a sentence (seriously that's all there's room for) is pretty cool. If you give me more of a sentence of room I end up ranting and thinking way to deeply, it's too depressing to do every day you know?

Anyway that's my little update, watch out for the next post it's a style drooling Emma Watson (what a goddess right?). So if you want to join the shameless Emma Watson stalking make sure to drop round!

                                                                                           

I found this really adorable daily planner as I was looking at photos and I just thought it would be really funky (somehow my aunt is affecting me with her word choices... I'm worried...). Anyway so if you decide that your printer has an unlimited amount of ink and you've just cut down a tree, print a load out of these and be one of those organised people which you've always heard about but never met. (How do they not procrastinate??)