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Welcome To My Closet

Imagine walking into a small room. A light switch on your left is flipped, and your eyes are bombarded with colors of every shade!

Skirts and tank tops hang on the left, next to a hanging organizer that holds Nike shorts, hats that I never wear (because I hate wearing hats), and tank tops that I’ve grown tired of, all of which are shoved carelessly into random pockets. I know that I’ll regret this unorganized decision later when I’m scrambling on a deadline to find something to wear. There’s an ugly orchestra uniform hanging, cleverly hidden behind a rack of bags, most of which I never use. Of these bags, there are two dollar tote bags of The Great Gatsby and Of Mice and Men that I bought from Barnes and Nobles, old Vera Bradley bags, and the only bag I actually use, a bright pink one cross body bag from who-knows-where that my mom presented to me a couple months back. On the floor, there’s a little dresser that holds towels, pillowcases, and bedsheets.

Look directly ahead, and you’ll notice that there are lots of similar looking jeans of all different sizes that have accumulated from 8th grade. Skimming your eyes from left to right, you’ll notice that these pants gradually get more and more patterned. Polka dots, hounds tooth, and BAM – flashes of red, first bright like ROY G BIV and then darker, of oxblood color. Then, you’ll see dresses that are probably too short to actually be dresses, that I’ll probably just wear over jeans, and with a cardigan. Notice that there’s little variety to my dresses; I just really like sleeveless scoop necked stuff. Then, you’ll see jackets of all sorts. Northface, Abercrombie, and Urban Outfitters, galore! If you happen to peek into my closet on a Sunday night, you might see a rack of clothes that I’ve picked out for the week, as I like to do this.

Glance right, and you’ll see a big row of sweaters and shirts of all sorts of colors, all sorts of styles. Buttoned, graphic, tee shirts, you name it, it will probably be in my closet, somewhere. And there shall be fancy-schmancy dresses that I’ve worn maybe once, either from big events like 9th grade PDC or just from poor fashion choices that haunt me from freshman year.

Look up and to your right, and you’ll see a stack of random blankets that I’ve accumulated over the years. A pink and purple flowery one that I got as a birthday present in third grade is one of my favorites. I don’t even remember who gave it to me, and my mom tells me its really bad quality, but it has such a comfy and familiar feel, sort of like my Kenya t-shirt.

On the ground sits a big blue suitcase that I use for debate travel, a mini fan that I took to debate camp. There’s a container full of belts and scarves that I seldom wear; I stick to 1 basic belt and scarf. My summer clothes sit neglected in a storage box, filled to the brim with light, wispy fabric and bright, airy colors destined to be worn in the summer. There’s a white box that sits innocently on the floor. Lift the lid, and you will find stacks and stacks of paper (“flows”) that I have accumulated over the years from debate camp, debate tournaments, and practice debates at school. I like to peak in there once in a while and note how much my handwriting has improved. My shorthand writing has gotten much more efficient, and there’s more ink on the paper, as I have gradually become less dependent on my dear computer.

Ultimately, the best thing in my closet would be my boxes. No, not your ordinary box that holds clothes of some sort like I previously mentioned, but rather, the box of nostalgia.

These shoe boxes are full of scraps of paper and mementos from years past. I peek into them as I write this post, and this is what I see:

  • 5$ straw glasses
  • A badge from Dragoncon
  • Receipts from my favorite restaurants
  • Friendship bracelets, long worn and broken
  • Photo booth pictures
  • Tags from my favorite clothes
  • Those super strong wristbands that you wear when you go ice skating
  • Plane tickets
  • Maps of college campuses
  • Room keys from camp
  • A deflated beach ball from who knows where
  • Movie ticket stubs
  • My old, ripped up Iphone case
  • Chopsticks from one of my favorite sushi restaurants
  • Letters from when I actually wrote to my family when I went away to summer camp in third grade
  • My journal from 1st and 2nd grade
  • Tokens from arcades
  • My first college letter for when I truly thought Texas Christian University was offering me a scholarship
  • Notes that I wrote to my friends from 7th-9th grade

That’s right, I’ve kept all of these random items. Why not just throw these things away? They are just useless clutter that take up space in your closet.
Well, I guess you could say I’m a bit of a sentimental freak. I keep almost anything that I encounter. In the drawers of my desk, I have stored old, used up pens, pencil nubs, candy wrappers, spanish vocabulary notecards from 7th grade, and every receipt EVER since 9th grade. I keep all my old disgusting nail polishes and broken earphones, every metal bottle cap I find on the street or in the dumpsters (just kidding about that last part). I don’t know why, but I just do.

My closet is kind of special. It is a defining, physical aspect of my life that shapes who I am. Each bag of old clothes ready for Goodwill demonstrates the person I used to be, contrasted with who I have evolved into today.

Sacha the “label snob” makes $10,000 buying and selling secondhand items

-a profile story I wrote for my journalism class-

Sacha talks about secondhand clothing the way a mother talks about her baby. She cradles the vintage Coach bag she bought for a fraction of its original price, and gently handles a $140 J. Crew coyote fur jacket, a piece she bought for just $4. Continue reading

Stop taking pictures, seriously

You’ll note that there’s no pretty picture today, in honor of the subject of this post. 

No one wants to see blurry pictures of a concert or even crappy live footage of a person’s voice, clearly drowned out by a crowd that has screamed itself hoarse.

Additionally, stop instagramming pictures of that bagel with schmear that you ordered from Panera, because they all look the same. And if you follow the #bagel through the depths of the internet, you will find thousands of pictures identical to yours.

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Clothes are just clothes, except maybe a little more

Clothes are just clothes, you know?

But at the same time, they are more than just garments that you drape all over your body. They are more than warmth, or sustenance. They make a statement.

Yet, if it’s a Tuesday, and if you have a paper due, and if you don’t want your body to feel constricted, it’s also a sweats day. Or it’s a t-shirt and leggings day. Or it’s a no clothes day, because clothes are ultimately…for the weak.

What do clothes mean to me? Well, it depends on the day. In my opinion, I don’t really have a unique style, because I don’t have one very stable personality to be tied to. I am not inherently girly, preppy, “soft grunge”, emo, laidback, or polished. It all depends on the day.

If you step into my closet, you’ll find all sorts of clothes. Dresses, for school dress up days, debate tournaments, and when I’m feeling extra girly. T-shirts of every color and size, as plain as white and as exuberant as bright blue with a family of orange cats (as is the case with today).

It’s high school, and clothes matter very much to most people. I value clothes and shopping is absolutely one of my favorite past-times, but I believe that at this point in time, the importance of fashion choice to me is characterized mainly by novelty. New clothes, whenever possible. I’m still following the trends and wanting to update my wardrobe with every season. I look to celebrities and flip through magazines (though not as avidly as some people might) and at least notice what they are wearing.

I think that the novelty effect will wear off, when I get older. As my body stops growing and I have one less excuse to buy new clothes, I’ll start buying higher quality clothing, timeless so that it lasts for longer than a season.

Right now, they represent a statement that I can make of myself. The statement doesn’t really say much; it doesn’t tell people who I am, it doesn’t scream “girly” or “tomboy”. The statement is simply…there. It’s a statement just for the sake of being a statement, indicating that if I were to someday settle down and assume an allover personality or style for myself, then I would have the liberty of doing so.

– Daily Post

If you like it, then you should be able to put a ring on it.

You saw the big red equals sign and wanted to run, didn’t you? You read the title of the post and thought with exasperation, “Dang it, she’s gonna defend her opinion.” Well don’t worry, I won’t try to preach about one thing or another. I will express my opinion, but not directly about the extremely controversial subject of gay marriage. This is merely a reflection about an assembly that we had today.

A young, handsome man came to our high school to talk about LGBT awareness and inclusion. Hudson Taylor started the non-profit Athlete Ally because he had initially never really been very active about these issues before. He talked about his interactions with these sort of social issues when he was in high school and college and I must say that I agree with the majority of the things that he said today.

First off, I believe that there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being LGBT. I find that as I grow up, even in a school that is viewed as Christian and conservative, more people are coming out of the closet, or questioning/exploring their sexuality, at least. I personally am not LGBT; I’m pretty sure I’m straight.

To be completely honest, I was definitely not always like this. I didn’t know anyone in my childhood that was not straight; at least, I was too ignorant and young to be able to distinguish someone as “different”. I do believe that the first time I even learned that there was such a thing as men loving men and women loving women and everything in between was in seventh grade. I heard the term gay being thrown around derogatorily, as you would probably expect seventh graders to do, being very impressionable, having conversations that they don’t understand. I asked someone what “gay” meant, and they looked at me as if I were stupid and said, “It’s when guys like guys.”

The concept was completely alien to me and thus I shunned it for many years; it took so long for me to even accept the idea. Gradually though, I started seeing more blatant gays in the streets and when I went on vacation with my family. Once, when we went to Boston, I saw a pair of lesbians making out very passionately in public. Young and innocent as I was, it was sort of disturbing to look at simply because I had never seen a girl kiss a girl like that. Now that I look back at it, I’ll admit that I was weirded out due to a mixture of surprise and disgust at the general show of such obvious PDA. Ew.

The issue with LGBT, I think, is that there’s an ongoing debate between two radically different groups of people about whether or not being LGBT is “moral” or “right”. If that universally controversial question is decided, it’s onto the next contentious topic of what to do about gay marriage, as is evident from the debates that happen in the political world. But there’s a difference between dealing with this issue on a governmental level and on a personal level, such as for a person like me, who is not at all involved in politics (still 16 woot).

By distinction, the government’s role is to deal with laws that dictate the way that the public lives. They aren’t really supposed to settle on whether or not being gay is “moral,” but rather, how to deal with the fact that gay couples want to get married. They also have to consider external factors such as spending, priority issues, and backlash. It’s frustrating but I can sympathize with the government on this issue; it is hard to make such big decisions, when the country is so divided about it. They definitely feel pressure to please as many people as possible, without causing a huge stir.

But what I’m concerned about, and what is more relevant to my personal life, is the way that we deal with this issue in our everyday lives, whether it be face-to-face in this place that we call high school, through the internet, which is rapidly changing, whose utility is transforming everyday. Our actions and words often demonstrate our positions on these sort of issues. The guy that come today, Hudson Taylor, sort of articulated that we should be open and accepting of anyone. Victory through unity, I think he said, was the motto through organization.

Now, I am not an athlete. I haven’t played a team sport in such a long time. I am, however, on our school’s debate team; the national debate community is probably overall more accepting of LGBT people than lots of sports. We’re radical radicals. There are lots of openly LGBT people out there that manage perfectly fine at debate tournaments. I’m so glad of that. When the drama subsides and everything else fades away, all you have left is your identity, and if the environment that you’re in accepts you, it makes everything else SO MUCH EASIER.

Not only is it unnecessary to try to preach what you believe in to other people, it’s also extremely annoying. My opinion is as arbitrary as yours. This issue doesn’t even come down to religious or faith-based questions. Regardless of what you believe in, and what you were taught, you still have an obligation to be as objective as possible. If you don’t try to change my opinion, I won’t try to change yours. Homophobia, while illogical in my opinion, is still a very ideological force of sorts that people strongly embrace.

If push comes to shove and you still believe that it is wrong to be LGBT, that is fine with me. But still, there’s no need to express your arbitrary opinion in such a negative way, as you never know what the people surrounding you believe in.

(Daily Post)

Homeless For A Day

New bed, am I right or am I right? ^

An Ode to A New Home. 

No, I was not actually homeless for a day. Perhaps this title was a little misleading. What I mean to depict is that I’m moving to a new house in a few days, and so the process of moving from one location to the next will essentially make me “homeless for a day” (or so).

A new house represents a new beginning. We are going to move into our new home just around New Years, so this winter will be full of clean slates and fresh starts.

A new house means no scuffs and scratches on the walls. It’s when all of your belongings are stuffed into boxes and there’s no excuse not to organize all of your possessions, because speak now or forever hold your piece; if you put it off now, organization is going to stay at the bottom of your to-do list FOREVER. It’s the perfect time to reorganize your closet or rearrange your furniture.

Typically, moving is more effective than “spring cleaning”. This is when that “out with the old, in with the new” phenomenon takes place. It’s the best time to toss your junk and buy newer junk. Toss out the old couch, and bring in that new futon!

A new house means choosing a new wall color, and getting to mentally decide what exactly the meaning is of that “soft periwinkle” shade on which you took hours to decide.

Ah, the frustration of having to both disassemble and reassemble your bed over the time-span of two days, and the irritation of fitting objects through doorways and transporting heavy items up flights of stairs.

It means that you can use the brown cardboard boxes as an excuse not to get other things done because your work was “trapped in a room whose doorway was cluttered with boxes,” as I claimed to my third grade piano teacher as the reason why I didn’t practice piano for three weeks.

A new house means not being able to instinctively feel your way to the bathroom in the dark for the first couple of nights, because you haven’t adjusted quite yet.

It means reaching for a bowl to dump cereal in and feeling a new cabinet knob, and it means passing through the garage to leave the house and feeling an unfamiliar door handle.

It might represent a downgrade or upgrade of your life, depending on the difference of the sizes of your previous home and your new abode.

It might mean adding someone new in your life, whether it be a boyfriend, or three new roommates.

Maybe you’re moving just ten minutes down the street (like me) or potentially ten states over. But it means your street won’t look the same and you won’t be able to recall which mailbox is yours for a few days. You’ll have to memorize a new address and redirect all of your magazine subscriptions to a new location.

It means that the way the rain hits the roof sounds different, so you won’t be able to sleep as easily when it rains at night because the new and unfamiliar sound will intrigue you, and you’ll stay up listening to the curious rhythm.

Top 7 Ways to Get Writing Inspiration

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It’s not that I don’t love writing, because believe me, I do. It’s just that some days I come home absolutely deflated, and not in the mood to write. So I turn to my inspirational muses (in no particular order).

  1. Thought Catalog

I remember about a year ago, before I’d even considered starting a personal blog, that I found an extremely thought-provoking post from Thought Catalog. It was about snuggling. The reason why it stuck with me is because it was very descriptive. I found myself looking through my internet history trying to find it a couple of months later, for motivation to write a descriptive paper in English class. And I looked back again right before I wrote my first post for the blog. Thought Catalog was the first blog I ever followed, and the sheer variety of topics that it blogs about astounds me. Of course, it’s made up of a diversity of writers, but that just means that there’s a section for every sort of reader. I find myself looking a lot to this blog when I’m looking for topics to write about, and styles to adapt and take notice of. Its minimalist design and breadth of articles makes it my go-to source for inspiration. Continue reading

My Top 7 Most Viewed Blog Posts, and My Hypotheses for Why

Preview for an upcoming post? Here it is!

Preview for an upcoming post? Here it is!

7. Just Curious…

This one is popular because it’s short and funny! There’s a picture of a cute duck, and most of the viewers found this through a writing challenge that I did online, in which I left a link back to my blog. Not much more to say about this post, there’s not really an underlying meaning, except I suppose to question the legitimacy of eggs, but I don’t mind eating eggs and I’m not really disgusted about where it comes from, but hey, that’s just me.

6. Guest Post: The Answer

This guest post finally addresses one of the biggest themes that blogs rant about, that I have yet to acknowledge: love. Specifically, teenage love. I haven’t been able to bring myself to write about it because I know I’ll get lots of questions and pesterings from the people that know me personally, so I suppose for now the only time you’ll hear about love on this blog is when anonymous people submit their writing to me. Perhaps later, I’ll feel confident enough to state my opinion on teenage love, but for now, I think I’ll refrain from it.

5. Everyone Should Write

This post is popular because I advertise it a lot. I slip it into a lot of other posts whenever writing is relevant, and that’s one of the best methods to get more hits on your blog. I think my teachers probably appreciate this one the most because it shows that I’ve learned something from my eleven years of English class. I made this one general and applicable to anyone on purpose; I knew people would be able to relate to it, and I guess that shows, through the amount of times it has been read.

4. This Kid I Know: Holmes

I know why this one is so popular. For starters, it is the first “This Kid I Know” post I wrote, so no one was expecting me to be so straight up about the people that I know and respect. Secondly, I posted this on his Facebook wall on his birthday, so that definitely generated a lot of views. Perhaps Holmes liked the post so much that he shared it with a lot of friends? I haven’t asked, so I guess I’ll never know for sure. The post was short, sweet, and to the point. I know that high school kids definitely appreciate this kind of post. And they’re eager to find out who exactly this Holmes kid is. (He’s world-famous, by the way.)

3. Welcome To My Closet

Perhaps this one was pretty popular because I wrote it in a different style than I normally do. It was unconventional for me; it was more of a shot at creative writing. I wanted to test and exercise the way I could depict details, so that the reader could imagine themselves in my closet through my words. This post was a work in progress for MONTHS but one night I finally finished it after sitting in my closet for an hour or two, rifling through my special box.

2. What You Need to Know.

I’m genuinely surprised that this wasn’t #1! Whenever I find new blogs, I always look at their About page to find out whether or not we have anything in common, and whether or not I think I’d be interested in reading their blog. An About page is basically a mini autobiography in which the writer can write anything they want, in whatever form they want to. This is their moment to hook in potential loyal followers by preaching to them what exactly it is that they write about, and why exactly the follower should make like a follower, and…follow. I edit this page a lot because I always want to get the best message across to people who stumble upon my blog.

1. What it Means to Debate

I suppose this one has been the most popular because I posted the links on my Gchat account, and on my Facebook page, and a great portion of my friends on both social networking sites ARE debaters, so when they saw a post about something that was relevant to them, they just had to read it. This post was one of the first I had planned to write, but I didn’t get around to actually writing it until a few weeks later. At that point, we were a little ways into the debate season, and so I would be able to pull examples and concepts from the tournaments that I’d gone to for inspiration to write about in my post, as well as the seven weeks of debate camp I also attended over the summer. I think this post was popular because it’s policy debate is something that I genuinely care about, but also because debaters have a tendency to link things to each other in a flash, so perhaps it traveled quickly?

Post inspired by the Weekly Writing Challenge at Daily Post, here.