those days

Hannah Montana (or should I say Miley Cyrus?) had it right when she sang that "everybody has those days". And although I am guilty of making fun of her cheesy lyrics and god-awful fashion sense (the early 2000's weren't a good time for anybody), she definitely has a point. No matter how old or happy you are, bad days happen. They're unavoidable. Sometimes you have a reason to be upset, like when you got a bad grade on a test or your girlfriend just broke up with you; but sometimes bad days just pop out of nowhere and for no apparent reason. Sometimes wallowing in your misery is the best remedy, and sometimes all you need is a little musical pick-me-up. This playlist is for both of those moments.

http://8tracks.com/akacatalina/be-a-little-sad 

Also, I would just like to apologize for just being all around stupid when it comes to technology. What's a link? What is HTML? embed??? What does that even mean???

urban decay

As much as I hate to admit that I've fallen under the category of "teen fashion blogger" I guess I'll have to accept it. Hopefully, my sense of style brings something new to the fashion blogging community rather than just adding to the array of grunge/indie/hipster/kawaii blogs that seem to dominate the internet lately.

In my first post, I talked about a decaying yet beautiful suburbia, and I think this outfit complements the post quite nicely. The schoolgirl-like outfit contrasted with the grimy background shows the slow deterioration of a once-great community.

I'm wearing a thrifted pleated tennis skirt and top, platform shoes from Urban Outfitters, socks from American Apparel, my school's cardigan

summer moodz

Maybe I've watched The Virgin Suicides too many times or I've seen too many psychological thrillers, but I've become strangely obsessed with the idea of a seemingly peaceful and aesthetically pleasing suburbia that pretends to be society's idea of perfect normality... when really there is no such thing. In public, kids prepare for college, honest men play golf in the park, and women dutifully wait for their husbands to come home from work; but behind closed doors, couples fight, teenagers take up smoking, and corrupted money exchanges hands. Fake smiles are eternally plastered on the pale faces of young housewives even as they become increasingly unhappy, limited by the burdens of strict moral codes and the judging eyes of gossipy neighborhood women. The kids who once promised themselves they would never be like their parents end up becoming replicas of them, and those who refuse to conform are exiled. Perfect appearances come with nasty thoughts and extreme manifestations of inner anger and repression, which lead to the downfall of the city.
The decay of a once beautiful place is just as interesting to me as a society in it's prime. Memories accumulate at the same speed as the dirt and graffiti that slowly envelop once-clean walls.
This song represents the eeriness  that I'm fascinated by.
"Your daddy's rich and your mama's good lookin"