I'm a Teen Vogue It Girl!

So on a whim I decided to sign up for this "program" where us girls that read Teen Vogue can take surveys and put or input about the magazine. You also get discounts and opportunities to enter sweepstakes to win designer clothes and handbags and accessories and anything else! It sounds really cool. Today, I took my first survey about hair care. It was really interesting and it seems like a great way to expose myself to more of the fashion world. Lately i've become really interested in fashion, I kind of want to get a job working for a fashion magazine. The only problem? A lot of fashion magazines are based in New York. Where do I live? ALL the way in California. Not very convenient huh? But, I think that I might be able to do some stuff out of LA. At least thats what I'm hoping.... Who knows.

Anyways, I've been looking at a lot of websites about designers and looking up good books to read to help me be more fashion forward and learn about more designers and expose myself more to different aspects of fashion. I've just started, but I figure I've got at least three years to do my homework (;
So far I really like Zac Posen and Vena Cava. They seem like really relatable designers.

My favorite trends of the season so far are: plaid, florals (of course), color blocking, rocker chic kind of look,  and a few more...
My least favorite is probably the maxi skirts, me being so short (as in barely five feet tall) I dont think that look would quite work for me, although I would be open to trying it. But I'd probably take my chances with the good old mini (; I dont really like fifties inspired clothing either... I just don't see the point... Military inspired clothing just isnt really my thing, I dont think I'd be able to pull it off very well.

Well, I kind of think that I want to put more fashion type stuff on this blog, since that interests me the most right now, plus writing about fashion just sounds so amazing! I'll try to post more, but no guarantees...

I really love this Chris Benz look! The dress is beautiful
and the heels just top it all off!

Who Says?

Who says

Who says you’re not perfect

Who says you’re not worth it

Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting

Trust me

That’s the price of beauty

Who says you’re not pretty

Who says you’re not beautiful

Who says 

I was inspired for this post by the song, "Who Says" by Selena Gomez. I think it's an amazing song and it's got a great message. 
To me it's about who really controls your life. Who says, who calls the shots? 
Is it your parents?
Your friends?
Your teachers?
Role models?
Or is it you?
You call the shots in your life! You should give no one the right to put you down. To tell you that you can't do anything you put your mind to. You are capable of anything you want to do. You're not the only one that's going through troubles, whether it may be high school drama or anything else. Other people, other girls, other guys, they go through it too. It's all apart of growing up. Just don't let anybody put you down and tell you that you're not worth it. Because you are. You are worth everything. You're perfect just the way you are and you shouldn't change yourself for anyone. 
I've taken a lot from this song and it really has helped me have a more positive outlook on my high school career. I learned that I shouldn't really care what other people think of me. I'm perfect. I'm worth it. And no one can take that away from me. 
You may have taken something completely different from this song, but its all the same really, as long as it helps us all in our own individual ways. 

Have a lovely day! (:

So I've got two poems I'd like to share with you... I've been feeling a little down lately. I don't really know how to explain it. But I think you'll get the picture when you read these...

I want to let my emotions run free
But I just don't have the words to express how I'm feeling
It's a combination of a lot of things
That just don't seem to fit together
I feel so lonely
I feel like there's no one who truly understands the way I feel now
And I know people write it off
And think, "Oh, she's just a teenager"
But I'm tired of being stereotyped and mocked by higher society
All I want is someone to help me get through the lonely days that I am exiled to what feels only like a prison
I stare out the windows longing to break free of the invisible chains that bind me to my seat
To feel free
To live again
To laugh
I feel as though the four walls will cave in around me
I feel stuck and claustrophobic
I just want to break free of the funk I'm in.



Lately I feel as though everything has been going wrong
Everyone is sad
Maybe its the weather
But I think its probably more than that
Why does everyone expect me to be able to cheer them up?
Don't they know that I'm a person
I hurt too
No one seems to remember that
Best friends are supposed to be there
And put you before anyone else
I wish mine weren't so busy
and maybe they'd notice that I'm human
And I have feelings too.
I'm giving so much and and getting nothing in return
Soon enough my bucket will be empty
And I'll have nothing left to give.

I guess I did like him. 

I guess I did like my best friend. But never do you realize that until you loose them to some other girl. 

He's still in love with her, and I have no idea why. She's really not very nice. 

It seems as though he deserves better, and I'm not saying I'm the better he needs. But even if I'm not the better in his life, he deserves someone better than her. 

He's so sweet and would crawl to the ends of the Earth for her, but I know she wouldn't do the same. She's just not that kind of girl. Maybe she was different around him, but from what I know of her, I doubt she was. 

I'll still help him get her back, and then smile and be happy for him. Because if he's happy, then hey, so am I. He's still one of my best guy friends and a good one to have around. (: 

Coincidence? Or Fate?

I didn't know who he was. I hadn't given him much thought. 

I had a dream about him. 

Three days later he was sitting in on my photography class. Staring at me. Like he knew. 

Three days after that he walked by me in the hallways. We made eye contact. 

Ten hours later I saw him at my gym. He saw me then too. 

The next day I passed him in the halls again. 

After school I drove out of the parking lot behind him. 

Oh Boy. I hope he doesn't think I'm stalking him... I don't know whether to be creeped out by this or not. But I'm pretty positive its just a bunch of coincidences happening... I hope it is. But who knows, maybe its something more... seriously doubt it though.