Sunday, August 11, 2013

EXPRESS YOURSELF

So as of this beginning school year, I will be wearing clothes of my choosing... Which is an odd sentence to write because most of my life it cost me at least $3 and and a reason to justify paying it to do so. But I must admit it's nice not having to think about your clothes in the morning. Because khakis are khakis and collared shirts are collared shirts. The most "self expression" we got were shoes and hoodies (mostly from A&F, ugh) that we could barely wear anyway. Having uniform is like having a personal stylist who tells you those Sperry's look good EVERYDAY and are ALWAYS in style.


So now I get to wear whatever I want (within reason). I am a bit nervous because I've been waiting for this moment and I am not at all ready. It's like that book you like that finally made a movie and you don't want to see it because if it doesn't live up to your anticapated dreams its going to crush your soul. Yup.

I feel like if I don't EXPRESS MYSELF, I'll be letting 5-year old Hannah down. The one who said she was a "fashionsita". But what if I succumb to peer pressure and I get sucked into the perfume- heavy world of Hollister?!

 I am very lucky to have a mom who allows me to express myself. She lets me be me. And she tells me to never apologize for it. 

The good thing is I don't care about what my peers think about me when it comes to fashion. If I want to wear knee high socks with saddle shoes and a vintage skirt then I will, darnit (Keepin' it PG).

And if I want to wear all black and mope around the halls like a zombie then I will.

But if I just want to wear sweatpants and have my hair tied and quote Drake, that's okay too.

Because it's my clothes, and my style and my expression and most of all my choice.

-Hannah,xo

P.S.- I get my great "sense of style" from my mom. She was head cheerleader and voted Most Fashionable in High School. And she also has a degree in fashion. That's quite a bit to live up to. Oh boy, now I'm just bragging about my mom.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

I CAN'T HELP YOU!

'Sup? (that was my sorry attempt at being gangster)

So this Summer I've been interning at a college. Recently I've just started working with students. Actual real-life people! And I've noticed something. I don't know anything. At all. Beyond making packets, I haven't done all that much. I hang around this office a lot so I know the ins and outs. So when someone comes up to me and asks where is something, I just say "Sorry, I really can't help you." That's not really a sufficient answer. Considering this is someones future. I try to help the best I can though. I literally mouthed to a student "I can't help you!"... They laughed. I still enjoy it though. It can be a lot of fun. Anywho.

-Hannah (the intern who can't help you), xo

P.S.- Expect a super-fantastic post next time. There might be gifs and everything.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Welcome

Hi there.
My name is Hannah. After many sleepless nights and pros and cons lists, I have made a blog. I was contemplating how original this was at first and then realized I didn't care. There's enough room for all of us. Amirite? So this blog will be about many things. Many things that I do not yet know of. But that's going to be half the fun.(The other half will be reading it of course!)

Bye for now.

-Hannah,xo

P.S. when I thought of making this blog I strongly contemplated the idea of signing each post with "xoxo Gossip Girl". Oh boy.