midnight owl

I woke up this morning to a random fat lip that hurts a lot. I guess I pretend to be Rocky when I'm sleeping, or my dog walked on my face a bit too much in the middle of the night. But I've been searching for things to make the swelling disappear so I don't look like I wanted my lip injected with botax but received a botched job. On another note, I'm going to lunch with a friend of mine and I am so excited because she is a friend who allows me to wear crazy combinations when we go out. I'm already rummaging through my closet for a pair of loose cut-offs, paisley tee and my fur vest. I refuse to care that it is 100 degrees outside, I love that vest. Yet right when I walk out the door I'll probably change my mind and run upstairs to through on a summer dress exposing my two-toned back due to peeling and throw my hair up in a messy bun after straightening it for how many hours. I love having a game-plan for what should be last minute changes. Sarong's are an interesting clothing item. I feel as though they are made for the beach but my "inspiration girl" from the post yesterday inspired me to want to wear one around town. Although mine isn't exactly one many would understand. There are airbrush prints in spirals and other designs all over the thing, in colors that do not match/work on the almost dark lime green fabric. But I love the sarong all the same. Maybe I'll pair it with a tank and run out the door with espadrilles. Maybe I should clean my room so that my parents don't throw a hissy fit when I march out the door. I'm really liking the sarong idea and now that I have some knowledge of how to wrap it, I think that's the outfit for the day. I don't think there was much point of this blog other than giving you a peak into my outrageous thoughts that come like a never-ending freight train. I'm apologizing now for the awful spelling. I should take a spelling class if I want to pursue journalism as a career, and maybe a few vocabulary classes to broaden my views. But as for now, it is what it is.