tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33721406436939230782024-03-15T09:44:05.530-07:00How FittingAnnie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.comBlogger357125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-58579989153849840722018-03-22T19:45:00.001-07:002018-03-22T19:45:48.178-07:00i think everything i love is leaving me but i also think i grow too attached to things i started this blog in 2013 (??). i was thirteen years old.<br />
i spent my afternoons obsessively producing quantity over quality posts. and i loved it. i really did. as detached ive grown from this space, i subconsciously thank it every day for teaching me how to create. i really wish i hadnt lost that.<br />
its really hard for me to write now. im unsure if ive grown addicted to mindless technology or if thats just a coping mechanism so i dont have to make things i dont like.<br />
i really cant pinpoint exactly when i stopped feeling the motivation to do anything that would require actual effort in writing. i want to saw it was the depression but it was something a lot deeper than that. i think i just got into the mindset that theres no point in making if its not something that immediately satisfies me. i cant even begin to describe how frustrating and debilitating this is.<br />
now when people question if im "still doing that blog thing" its really hard to answer. because i do it every day in my head. and i love it. but that doesnt really count.<br />
i want to put out there that this was prompted by me listening to new panic! at the disco singles while driving home from the doctor's office. which is kind of hilarious. it wasnt the sheer badness of it. it was just the idea that everything moved on. and that i didnt realize how much objects or concepts like bands and clothes and books mattered to me. but it hit me that the world moved along in the same way i did. all so weird.Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-30299595247871357422018-03-08T16:03:00.000-08:002018-03-08T16:03:55.708-08:00possibly my angsty-est playlist ever <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm back with a playlist of songs I've been listening to at the moment. I'm sorry if I'm really horribly inconsistent but it's just because I feel like I can't write anymore. I'm sorry if this is all just Sufjan Stevens. I'm now realizing he's really just what I've had on repeat and I wanted to make it somewhat authentic unlike others where I was just trying to flex how cultured I am. I'm now just going to talk about Sufjan Stevens and some other honorable mentions I guess. If you all weren't aware, this post was just an excuse to talk about Sufjan Stevens. Sufjan Stevens.<br />
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-<b>City of Roses + Wallowa Lake Monster, Sufjan Stevens</b><br />
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I hate to be that person but Wallowa Lake Monster literally brought me to tears the other day whilst I laying on my bed staring at the empty ceiling. Both of these off of <i>The Greatest Gift</i> are so unarguably gorgeous it's hard not to give your full attention to them.<br />
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-<b>Watch, Billie Eilish </b><br />
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Just such a good GRL PWR bop. I love how vulnerable yet savage (for lack of a better word) Billie Eilish gets (didn't make it but that hot "sorry...psych" is such a hit). I also may or may not have tried to get my hair to look like hers and accidentally dyed it a dark purple. Oops.<br />
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<b>-Fake I.D, Joyce Manor</b><br />
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A couple months back, Ella and I saw Joyce Manor in Williamsburg and it was just such a beautiful night. This song brings back such good memories of moshing, running to the subway, and eating Ethiopian food, all with my best friend. Also in case you were wondering, it's perfect to cry to on the F on a Sunday night.<br />
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<b>-Clout 9 + Phaggot, Lil Phag</b><br />
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These are just simply bops. Like undeniably fun. I like to rate songs on how good they are in cars and my final decision is that Lil Phag is probably the best as long as you're not the one driving.<br />
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</b> <b>-Waltz #2 (XO), Elliot Smith</b><br />
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This has become part of me and Ella's constant rotation to play in my car on weekend mornings (next to "Crazy Frog" and "DONTTRUSTME"). Our classic line every time before putting it on is "are we ready for this?". Honestly I'm amazed I haven't gotten over the intense emotions of melancholy I receive from this song. Especially that "you're no good" part. God.<br />
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<b>-Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want, The Smiths </b><br />
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If the depressing angstiness of Sufjan/Elliot Smith doesn't work, I always love a good whiny Smiths song.<br />
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</b> <b>-Visions of Gideon, Sufjan Stevens</b><br />
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Twenty minutes after seeing Call Me By Your Name, I made plans to see it the next week just due to the beauty I felt I hadn't fully retained from the film. Yet after seeing it for that second time, I realized the only scene I really felt the need to see was the last. Though Timothy' Chalamet's outfit definitely did strike me (I've been searching replicas of that blouse for weeks), it was how raw his performance was mixed with "Visions of Gideon". Honestly couldn't have done the song anymore justice.<br />
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-<b>After the Storm, Kali Uchis (ft. Tyler the Creator and Bootsy Collins)</b><br />
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You haven't felt the full extent of this song's beauty until driving through warm weather with the windows down. Also <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9f5zD7ZSNpQ">the music video</a> is one of my recent favorite looks.<br />
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you can listen to the full playlist <a href="https://open.spotify.com/user/1252840883/playlist/41SVFYnlbHJvicoX5AszMb?si=IEjeJOxBSBGNZ7UZ7xXUVw">here</a> if you want to put yourself through that angst<br />
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<br />Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-31031120132640421472017-10-16T19:36:00.002-07:002017-10-16T19:36:21.672-07:00(Slightly Late) September 2017 Favorites Better late than never I guess. This month has been hectic and weird and everything I imagined it to be and more. I kind of hate doing these posts since I hate talking about products in such a tacky materialistic way but here we are. Cool.<br />
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+Music<br />
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-Feel like this section's only real use is to update on what Harry has done recently. ANYWAYS, I actually saw him last week at Radio City (tickets couresty of my <a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2017/10/only-angel-harry-styles-album-secret.html">friend's aunt who works for Columbia</a>). The entire show was incredible- super minimal and Harry has become a perfect balance of Jagger and boyband. His recent Spotify session recording of "Girl Crush" is also noteworthy.<br />
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+Beauty<br />
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-NuMe's <a href="https://numeusa.com/octowand">Octowand</a> is kind of the greatest thing to happen to my hair recently (ok maybe my new Farrah Fawcett-esque haircut was better but you get the point). When I say I didn't know how to curl hair before this, I really meant there was nothing my hair was working with to get that Goy Curl I've always dreamed of. (Also everyone ever has made the joke about them looking like dildos. It's not funny anymore.)<br />
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-This isn't new but I think it's weird I've never talked about it here with it being my holy grail. Do yourself a favor and start using witch hazel. My red toned skin has never been more even or clean. Seriously.<br />
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-I just got super into Community but also recently finished the latest season of Criminal Mind's on Netflix (my 8th grade self would be so disappointed to find out I was this late). I hate to say it was only because I wanted to see my true love, Matthew Gray Gubler, go to prison. Good stuff.<br />
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-I actually turned 18 last week and spent my last night as a "kid" watching Amelie and vomiting from eating too many raisinettes. I really do love Amelie. And raisinettes.<br />
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<complete>-I went to one of those 24 hour spas the other night and left my treasured copy of Ham and Rye on a couch I'd fallen asleep on. I really do miss it but also think it was a sign of some sort- really good book anyways. </complete><br />
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<complete>-Also after months, I've finally finished House of Leaves by Mark Z Danieleski and it was incredible. Still haunts me. Please read it. </complete><br />
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That's all I have to say. I really hate telling people to buy things but also have no other place to manifest my love in the tangible.<br />
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Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-14483979359192327892017-10-02T19:26:00.001-07:002017-10-02T19:26:55.841-07:00ONLY ANGEL (Harry Styles Album, +Secret Show)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;">(i never finished this post but it's here going strong) (this is obviously from may) (im sorry)<br />
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For all those unaware, this Monday, the consistent love of my life, <a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/search/label/Harry%20Styles">Harry Styles</a> hosted a secret (invite only) show at Rough Trade in Brooklyn and due to my lovely friend Jules' aunt, we were able to witness the boy band messiah himself! I have far too much to say about the show itself, from the incredible intimacy, to the infamous stage dive (I was one of the lucky few to be completely body slammed! cool!), but alas have already sold my soul (piece) to Mad Sounds so check in super soon for that gem. Anyways, along with being pressed against a stage at a 50 person Harry Styles show (absolutely wild. wild.), I actually ended up being one of the even fewer attendees who got to meet him, which was a complete and total emotional roller coaster itself, amassing to being one of my most surreal experiences. I want to go more in depth than this but have been real anxious about writing at the moment and don't believe whatever I can produce will do this moment justice.<br />
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But yeah I've actually been feeling real nervous when it comes to writing as it seems whatever I create isn't as "legitimate" as I feel it should be which is quite silly since if this blog was based off professionalism, it'd be long dead. Going off this idea, I decided the only way to truly honor Harry's self titled was to do the least poetic way of a review and literally just go song by song with my every disconnected thought.<br />
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-MEET ME IN THE HALLWAY<br />
really beautiful harmonies and just an overall ace opener. I've been really living for this re branding and this song is just so calming and slightly ambiguous that it really just sets the mood for the rest- I also am really big fan of the simple lyrics that's kind of Front Bottoms-eque. Good stuff. Also that repetition of "gotta get better" is real catchy.<br />
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-SIGN OF THE TIMES<br />
I've said this previously, but this sophomore track is the exact power ballad needed at the moment. Just a huge fan of the Bowie aspects put into production and I hate to be "that guy" but this one is absolutely breathtaking live. Just gorgeous.<br />
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-CAROLINA<br />
So fun!! This was one of the four songs played at the Brooklyn show (Ever Since New York, Two Ghosts, and Sign of The Times being the others)- it was his first time doing it live and from the first second, it was a bop. First off, one of those ear worm-gets-stuck-in-your-head-forever ones but also includes some real interesting pieces like that high repeat of "situation" in the second verse that reminds me of The Beatles for some reason?? Also that "LA/LA/LA" part at the end? So good.<br />
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-TWO GHOSTS<br />
Without a doubt my favorite off the album- really easily gets stuck in your head but is just so pretty and lilting that it's enjoyable. Just such poetic lyrics and is one of those slow songs I can bop to.<br />
Kind of sounds like a song I've head before that I don't think exists but still feels familiar.<br />
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-SWEET CREATURE<br />
Not a super fan of this one honestly- compared it to the "Little Things" of the album- boring yet kind of heartfelt enough. Not particularly interesting.<br />
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Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-49792897826968890182017-10-02T19:05:00.002-07:002017-10-02T19:05:46.987-07:00Style Icons, Actually: Jane Birkin <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Forever and always Jane. Off the record, I was really that person who got bangs in order to emulate the British singer/actress. It's funny referring to Jane as my beacon of everything couture with her simple way of dressing but there's something timeless yet nostalgic about Lady Birkin's way of dressing. As horribly pretentious as it sounds, there's a sense of her aura I feel to emulate at all times. </div>
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Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-85233465328626355962017-08-26T06:52:00.000-07:002017-08-26T06:52:17.242-07:00if it's just between us (+some favorites)Things have been okay lately and I mean that in an indifferent manner. I haven't been in love with much but have been dying for the validation that others love me and found myself trapped this week hoping some guy thought I was intelligent because a small, yet ever so present, part of me longs for the word "brilliant" to come out of a man's mouth in reference to me.<br />
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-Lorde's <i>Melodrama, </i>I used to be hardcore against the singer but think I've hit the perfect point in which every word that comes out that woman's mouth seems aimed at me. "Liability" is a lot for me but undoubtedly the greatest. Thank you Lorde for this one.<br />
-<i>Difficult People</i> is also a hit at the moment for me. I'm always drawn to surreal and bizarre depictions of the narcissistic with shots of New York I can recognize. Billy Eichner you've done it again.<br />
-Lavender incense deserves a real shoutout for helping me ease into my summer sleeping schedule/I've been trying this self curing technique for my chronic anxiety in which I continuously say "I'm not anxious" whenever I smell lavender in hopes that the scent of lavender will instantly cease my spiraling. As bizarre as it sounds, it's working surprisingly well.<br />
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-I kind of fell in love with Charli XCX's <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPRy1B4t5YA">video for "Boys"</a>??? It satisfied not only my emo phase (Brendon Urie laying amongst rose petals and Oli Sykes being his usual dapper self is enough to see the video) but that weird in between pastel goth "buy me candy floss and call me baby girl" period I had in sophomore year. Overall really good time and I'm unsure if it was commenting on the boy obsessed stereotype that is pushed on teenage girls but I thoroughly appreciated it regardless.<br />
-My latest subway book has been <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Available-Memoir-Heartbreak-Hookups-Brunch/dp/1501101439">Available by Matteson Perry</a>- I don't think I've genuinely enjoyed reading something this much since Jessi Klein's <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Youll-Grow-Out-Jessi-Klein/dp/1455531189">You'll Grow Out of It</a>. </i>I actually originally heard of it through NPR's <a href="http://www.npr.org/podcasts/469516571/modern-love">Modern Love podcast</a> (something I *highly* rec) in which an excerpt of manic pixie dream girls was read- Perry is just so entertaining and I almost too much enjoy hearing of other's experiences in romance.<br />
-Podcasts! Podcasts have resurfaced as my favorite thing (my ultimate dream of ending up as marketing director of NPR is yet to die) and I'd heavily recommend <a href="http://www.npr.org/podcasts/510313/how-i-built-this">How I Built This</a> (the <a href="http://one.npr.org/?sharedMediaId=541686055:541701331">Rent the Runway ep</a> is a personal favorite, listening to Jenn Hyman speak about sexual harassment as a woman in power is incredible), <a href="https://www.thisamericanlife.org/">This American Life </a> (a classic- <a href="https://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/449/middle-school">the one on middle school</a> continues to be my absolute favorite but they just recently did <a href="https://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/109/notes-on-camp">one on summer camp </a>that I listened to on the way to a date and felt painful nostalgia for), and <a href="http://feeds.getmortified.com/MortifiedPod">Mortified</a> (this one is a little more lowbrow but very entertaining, I especially liked <a href="http://mortified.prx.org/2017/06/525/">"Mortified Interrupted"</a> in which in the second act, a man talks about how he convinced himself he was a writer/comedian/actor/musician when he'd done none of these things).<br />
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-I'm not going to pretend I like Neck Deep again but I was really feeling <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPzf_4dcL28">their video for "In Bloom"</a>. Nothing gets me like random artsy objects alongside pastel colors- it all reminded me of a concept for a <a href="http://www.dazeddigital.com/">Dazed</a> or <a href="https://www.wonderlandmagazine.com/">Wonderland</a> editorial. I'd also be lying if I said I didn't vibe with the lyrics, I sometimes think I make up problems for myself to connect with moody pop punk but that whole "we're never going to put the pieces back together if you won't let me get better" bit got me on a weird level because I don't even understand how that situation connects to my life in any way, shape, or form. I blame it on my excessive empathy due to being an anxious-avoident lover.<br />
-very vintage How Fitting but I made a playlist summing up my music taste over the past couple weeks- a lot of french pop and Jake Bugg. I think I'm just reliving another odd in between phase of mine.<br />
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Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-76487475522901424082017-07-31T12:22:00.000-07:002017-07-31T12:23:21.359-07:00weekly moodboard (2)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I thought if I did something simple and beautiful it'd get me back into blogging. I don't want to count on it but it is what it is. My recent fashion inspiration has stemmed from the likes of Michael Kelso off <i>That 70s Show</i> and<a href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=images&cd=&ved=0ahUKEwjOp4iV7aTVAhUEeD4KHRn2DeIQjhwIBQ&url=https%3A%2F%2Ffashionista.com%2F2017%2F04%2Fharry-styles-snl-gucci&psig=AFQjCNGqPrpyj52-PgEgVKAHx_22QzmLxw&ust=1501086505632607"> that suit</a> Harry Styles wore on SNL back in april. I'm becoming a senior in high school in a matter of a month or so and that's kind of wild I guess. I was stoop sitting with these people I didn't know last month but now love madly and wanted to stop and think about how fast and painfully slow my life has been lately. Like running down the subway steps with one of my new favorite people screaming after another, "you've never heard THAT story" in reference to everything wild I did as a freshman, reflecting on how beautiful it is that I am no longer that person and people don't know that. </div>
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I didn't have much to say (don't you fucking dare talk to me about 13 Reasons Why. It's a shitshow. It's stupid. I don't want to talk about it further. I feel drained.) about television this month aside from <b>Documentary Now Season 2 </b>coming to Netflix. Though I'd have to say season one was my personal favorite, this installment had its moments. For anyone new to watching Doc Now, you have to start with s2 episode three, a parody of <i>Swimming in Cambodia</i>, in which Bill Hader literally just talks about having to move from one apartment to another for twenty one minutes. It's such a ridiculous and surreal ordeal, the two main components for the best DN "documentaries". On the topic of this show, I've watched "The Eye Doesn't Lie" at least four times this month and I'd highly rec it to literally anyone, it's up there with the best episodes of anything I've seen. Very general but extremely worthwhile.<br />
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I have way too much to say about this and will most likely write an entire essay (expect that on WC soon) because I could spill my heart out on this one. I'd like to start off by saying<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8R-zl7SDUU"> "Sign of the Times"</a> is the power ballad 2017 needed desperately. I'm fully aware that I'm incredibly bias since I practically live up Harry Styles' ass but I truly stand by it; his lyrics are simple and slightly Bowie-eque, it provides everything a mainstream power ballad needs in having easily singable moments with a swift change in tempo, and he is just such a gorgeous man. Also can we talk about how he really looked like a Father John Misty type on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8JWeesN5So">SNL?</a> And his female drummer/keyboardist? Hands down the wildest and most impressive rebranding I've seen in a minute.<br />
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Ok so since I want to say for about a year now (??) I've been lowkey in love with this white Australian rapper (you may know him from that weird interlude in "for him" where he goes, "I'm about to bring emo back if you leave my home, I'd Panic! At The Disco and you'd rather watch a tv show... if not you should be familiar with it because it's the cringiest musical endeavor and I live for it). Like I can't even say he's all that objectively good but something about his persona really gets me hype so I've just kind of gotten accustomed to running with it (love can be blind as well deaf). Anyways, his new album is actually a pretty decent bop (I found it really good for when I'm writing because I can tune it out at points). Along with that, his latest photoshoots and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWOdHAfmfJw">videos</a> are admittedly interesting and reflect back well onto his style. Am I in love with the Australian Eminem? Will boys with hair longer than mine wearing thrifted sweaters eventually ruin my life? Who knows.<br />
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April Playlist<br />
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I've curated about twenty songs that kind of sums up the funk I've been in the past thirty days. Sort of depressing sort of surreal.<br />
Sidenote: one of my favorite songs on here is Regina Spektor's (I've been getting quite back into her obviously) "Man of a Thousand Faces"- the line, "Smiles at the moon like he knows her" just really sticks out to me for some reason.<br />
Anyways, if you're interested, my emo set of songs is located <a href="https://open.spotify.com/user/1252840883/playlist/2rovUqETVExixq8rfmJ3Sj">here</a>.<br />
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This cult, slight Instagram trap, fast food restaurant has won my heart for the month. I don't have much to say on the topic because food is food but I'd really encourage you to check it out since it's fairly cheap (for NYC) and actually decent unlike most other "trendy" places in the city (I'm looking @ u By Chloe). </div>
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Also relevant to this topic, <a href="http://www.traderjoes.com/digin/post/coffee-mochi">Trader Joe's coffee mochi </a> is really fucking good. I ate an entire package of them last week. Really fucking good. Also vegan. </div>
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</complete> <complete>Just Kids: Patti Smith </complete><br />
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</complete> <complete>Yet another thing I have far too much to say on. For the abridged version, after reading this autobiography of essentially Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe's love story, as cliche as it sounds, my perspective has shifted. At least in the way I view Robert and my own approaches towards art. It's just one of those books that stay with you long after you're done reading. I can't recommend this enough- even to someone uninterested or unfamiliar with both. </complete><br />
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+Misc. Links<br />
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HyYwTRXn99U&t=2s">Soko: I'm At Peace When I'm in Danger</a><br />
I've been getting really back to my middle school roots of my obsession with Soko. For starters, I just find this such a calming video to watch but also she's so beautifully spoken and the editing done, skipping conversation through conversation, just ties together every little unique bit of this woman.<br />
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<a href="http://www.energymuse.com/blog/crystals-for-depression/">Healing Crystals To Cope With Depression</a><br />
Really simple and straightforward article on how to harness healing powers of crystals (pretty obvious that<a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2017/04/healing-properties-starting-to-harness.html"> I've been getting into that lately</a>). I just appreciate how easy to read and "user-friendly" the writing is- would totally rec <a href="http://www.energymuse.com/blog/">Energy Muse</a> for anyone starting to get into mindfulness and crystals.<br />
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1B5gn1r0qE&t=6s">Finding Your Soulmate By Finding Yourself</a><br />
I think I watched this when I was maybe in my freshman year but on a binge watch of <a href="http://stylelikeu.com/">Stylelikeu </a>(which I could write an entire article about- think modern, more casual tedtalks- they're incredible) I discovered this gem yet again. Amy Van Doran first off is such a force to be reckoned with like I genuinely find her to be the coolest, but also her points on what finding love entails and just listening to her talk about her childhood is fascinating.<br />
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VieHSfZ5WGI&t=1046s">WHY IM A LONER </a><br />
Whenever Hitomi Mochizuki speaks gold comes out. The entirety of these twenty two minutes are so raw and conversational, I'm so drawn to the way Hitomi records herself. I can't recommend watching the full video enough.<br />
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<a href="https://www.rosieleizrowice.com/blog/whyyoushouldreadmore">why you should read more (a lot more)</a><br />
As if I haven't plugged her enough, Rosie Leizrowice is a writer I'm constantly mesmerized by. Every single one of her blog posts are easy and straightforward reads that somehow also pack these huge messages.<br />
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Hope May brings you everything and more,<br />
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<br />Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-39157610781338867332017-04-17T15:32:00.000-07:002017-04-17T15:32:16.929-07:00Mystery Blogger Awards (blast from the past)So I completely didn't realize these were still a thing but I was nominated by the lovely <a href="https://passionatemindblog.blogspot.co.uk/">Cait</a> and I remember a good blogger "award" being a rather ace time. However, the last occasion I did one of these was when I got a <a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2014/04/i-was-nominated-for-liebster.html">Liebster</a> in 2014 (it's SO cringey oh my god) so who knows??<br />
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Part One: Three Facts About Me<br />
1. I have a black Siamese cat named Nova who I genuinely believe has some form of mystical properties.<br />
2. I'm horribly superstitious and have developed the odd habit here and there due to this that I have obviously normalized in my own brain.<br />
3. I have a deep and ongoing love for flowers, specially hyacinths. My biggest desire is to open a flower shop somewhere lonely and hot like Arizona.<br />
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Part Two: Cait's Questions<br />
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-Does pineapple belong on pizza?<br />
I actually hadn't tried pineapple pizza until a good week ago in which I was about to get on a train back from Northampton and was at this really overpriced pizzeria with this inconveniently large slices and impulsively asked for the controversial topping to feel like I was getting my moneys worth. Final answer: No. It doesn't.<br />
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-Do you think you can have breakfast food for dinner?<br />
OK first off, why do I always get landed with questions involving breakfast food when I do one of these? Final answer: yes. Of course. Pancakes for every meal.<br />
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-If you could pick one film to watch for the rest of your life, what would it be?<br />
Rather hard question in that my answer isn't essentially my favorite film of all time (it's <i>Almost Famous</i> if you were really dying of anticipation) but I'd have to choose <i>Superbad</i> just because of the entertainment value and that I've essentially tested this theory already through having watched it too many times to count and still finding humor within it. <i>They Came Together </i>is a close second for the same reasoning.<br />
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-Do you have a favorite makeup brand?<br />
Though my makeup routine has been reduced to a good two steps, due to my lack of interest in cosmetics at the moment, I'd have to say NYX since their eyeliner is killer and they don't test on animals.<br />
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-What're a few things you're excited for in the next few months?<br />
Probably the weather getting warmer, ending my junior year, and Pageant by PWR BTTM coming out next month. Also my e-book should be released sometime in the fall which is overwhelmingly cool.<br />
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Part Three: Favorite Blog Post You've Written<br />
Ugh I wish this one was harder. Undoubtedly <a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2015/08/one-direction-and-other-why-i-need.html">One Direction (and other): Why I Need Feminism</a>. Kind of depressing since I wrote it nearly two years ago but I really went for it and it got such an intense response- exciting stuff.<br />
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Part Four: Pass It On! My Questions:<br />
1. What are some of your superstitions?<br />
2. What was the last show you went to? Do tell.<br />
3. Least favorite trend?<br />
4. Is 13 Reasons Why an unrealistic and offensive depiction of mental illness?<br />
5. Do you believe in the law of attraction?<br />
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Kind of embarrassing in that I can't even think of anyone to tag due to being so out of touch with the main blogging community (my attention has been diverted more so to the online publication crowd lately- lovely people. Truly.) And I guess that's a good segue as any into a request for bloggers to leave their links below/ PLEASE rec me some good bloggers (esp. those that are into sustainable fashion/mindfulness/ethical shopping) I could really use a refresher.<br />
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Anyways, thank you to Cait for tagging me- it a pretty gr8 throwback and I love the nurturing and positive side of blogging like these tags. Good stuff.<br />
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Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-63600687058681691112017-03-18T15:16:00.000-07:002017-03-18T15:16:40.551-07:00Here's How I Completely Gave Up Fast Fashion (and Transferred to Exclusively Secondhand)Ever since I discovered Forever21 in the 6th grade, I've been hooked on disposable, trendy, and cheap fashion. It's natural, I mean every middle, and even high schooler has an instinct to wear what their friends are wearing and within the past decade, mall shops have made it the easiest to do so. Large companies such as H&M, Zara, and Forever21 are a phenomenon that isn't all that mysterious within essence, trends are able to drift through and consumers are able to own large, trendy, wardrobes at a seemingly low cost.<br />
There are so many separate issues within shopping fast fashion, yet I also hate the condescending and classist way many influencers have talked about giving these stores up, and believe they're experts because they saw <a href="http://truecostmovie.com/">The True Cost</a> once (not to knock this film, would highly recommend). A world without fast fashion is incredibly ideal to most people, but you also must look at the flip side of these buyers. Fast fashion is cheap and for majority of its followers, makes up most their wardrobe because it's affordable. Telling someone to give it up is much harder than it sounds, and in reality, will cost marginally more. Yet as I read more on ethical shopping, along with simply evaluating my wardrobe, found it not as big a sacrifice as I thought to gradually purge my habits.<br />
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Quitting was the hardest part. To do so, I first took a look at my wardrobe that was mainly filled with far too many shirts of the same variation of a black crop top, a collection of band shirts from Hot Topic I haven't worn since freshman year, and two pairs of ill fitting American Eagle boyfriend jeans. Not so appealing. How did I own so much clothing yet wore seemingly the same outfit everyday? The first step was the purge. I chucked the jeans, packed away the band tees (who knows if they'll seem "vintage" in twenty or so years?) and left the black crop tops be. You can never have too many of those. Before deciding this was it, I looked at my basics pile (spaghetti strap tops) which was more than full. There's no pressure to trash your fast fashion pieces, in fact one of the vices of supporting it is how much people dispose of the low quality clothing. In 2016, <a href="https://daily.jstor.org/fast-fashion-fills-our-landfills/">12.8 million textiles</a> ended up in landfills. <div>
My next step was replenishing. Winter was coming, and I had trashed all my cheap sweaters last year. This is where the actually fun part came in. For starters, I'd have to confirm thrift shopping is far from being a new concept for me (and tragically have these cringy<a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/search/label/thrift"> 2014 posts</a> to prove it), shopping solely from it a little less so. Four years ago, I actually made an incredibly embarrassing (and alright, kind of cute) post about <a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/how-to-survive-thrift-shopping.html">how to actually thrift shop </a>and my own tips (which I'm surprised are still extremely similar) which I'm hoping to make an updated version of soon. </div>
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Not only have I become an ethical shopper from switching over to exclusively secondhand clothing, I've also witnessed a whole laundry list of benefits from my new shopping habits. For starters, and this is pretty obvious, almost everything I own is one of a kind, or at least not mass produced. I always used to hate seeing someone wearing the same top as me and now it's kind of off putting to see a million of the same shirt on a rack. Thrift shopping also makes all my clothing so much more sentimental, everything has a story behind it. I love varsity jackets with names stitched on and worn denim and broken in Doc Martens. I love imagining the past lives of the items in my drawers (one of the coolest being a denim jacket in which I found train tickets all throughout France in the pocket). <div>
For the past two years, I've been incredibly insecure when it comes to standing out and have missed the thirteen year old version of myself who just played dress up everyday. At the moment, my dressers are spilling with cheesy $2 graphic tees, grass grazing $5 skirts, and $1 slip tops, I don't think I've ever been so happy with the way I dress. Along with this, by supporting stores like Goodwill, you are creating jobs for disabled people who normally wouldn't be hired, and patronizing charity shops like Housing Works or Out of the Closet**, your cash is going to a worthy cause instead of some CEO's pocket. </div>
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**there also most likely is a hospice or church thrift shop near you- one of my favorite places ever is a small secondhand shop in the basement of a church two towns over where all the proceeds go to helping the local women's shelter. I once got a <a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2016/10/all-boys-say-they-dont-love-me-but-i.html">vintage Christian Dior slip top</a> there- incredible. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">for my upcoming piece on <a href="http://www.mimpmag.com/">Mimp</a> about 70s style- floral blouses are a recent obsession of mine</td></tr>
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For reference, here's a list of my favorite thrift shops (in order of preference):<div>
-Unique (unsure if its mainly a NY/NJ thing)</div>
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-No Relation (LES)</div>
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-L Train Vintage (Williamsburg/Bed Stuy/East Village)</div>
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-Monk Vintage (Williamsburg/Greenwich/LES)</div>
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-Junk (Williamsburg)</div>
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*I also have a very condensed version of this list <a href="http://www.mimpmag.com/single-post/2016/08/30/Thrift-Thursday-NYC-Thrift-Must-Haves">here</a></div>
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ALSO for further reading on fast fashion, my two favorites are The True Cost, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Overdressed-Shockingly-High-Cheap-Fashion/dp/1591846544">Overdressed</a>,<a href="http://www.npr.org/2016/04/08/473513620/what-happens-when-fashion-becomes-fast-disposable-and-cheap"> this</a>, <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/shannon-whitehead/5-truths-the-fast-fashion_b_5690575.html">this</a>, <a href="https://www.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2015/03/the-neurological-pleasures-of-modern-shopping/388577/">this</a>, and<a href="http://fashionista.com/2016/06/what-is-fast-fashion"> this </a></div>
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Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-34209179815685115172017-03-11T16:38:00.001-08:002017-03-11T16:38:29.674-08:00Answer My Text U Dick!! (+Links)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So here's all I know:<br />
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-I'm writing a book! That's wild that's crazy and it's really a thing that makes me feel so incredibly amazed at how far things have escalated in my life. Though there'll definitely be way too many posts about it to come, look out for a collection of personal essays told in the format of stand up comedy.<br />
-<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TlNHAkXDS10">This</a> is my favorite song at the moment. I may or may not have splurged on a maroon vinyl preorder of <i>Pageant</i>. (I also really miss doing music reviews?? Anticipate for one?? PWR BTTM is like my favorite band??)<br />
-<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDn4ZCo0NOU">This</a> is also so good.<br />
-I'm trying to be a happier person and I've decided the solution is by writing more. Will I actually write once a week like I promise every other post?? Stay tuned.<br />
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-I went to my beloved New Museum Sunday (hence the photos) and made a pact with myself I'd never accompany anyone else here to never ruin it.<br />
-I'm really proud of <a href="http://crybabyzine.com/post/158199591987/is-it-the-same">this poem I wrote for Crybaby Zine </a>!!!<br />
-Is <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mGp5oA1fd28">Allday</a> a good rapper?? Have I been listening to a lot of him?? Like I think at this point, I've accepted he's lowkey not a good musician but I'm so hardcore in love with him I think I'm ok with it.<br />
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-<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OFzXaFbxDcM">!!!!!!!this video!!!!!!</a><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b>Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-55829053849633022752017-03-06T10:43:00.000-08:002017-03-06T10:43:53.353-08:00Here's Why I'm Incredibly Grateful I'm No Longer a 13 Year Old Blogger <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(inspired by <a href="https://www.rosieleizrowice.com/blog/13yearoldblogger">Rosie's post</a>) (prepare for a plethora of horribly embarassing photos)<br />
So I have been here quite awhile haven't I. Before I kick this off, I want to just put out there that I <br />
love writing and I love HF and most importantly, I love myself and anyone and everyone who has continued to follow me on this quite odd part of my life. Along with this, I do not say any of these words as a "kick in the face" or idea that I didn't love the attention I received years ago, I simply have different views about my past than I did previously.<br />
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I started How Fitting in February of 2013. I was 13 years old and midway through 7th grade. For all those who aren't aware, I am currently 17 and in my second semester of 11th grade. Weird right? I want to give a little background, draw a picture of 13 year old Annie if you will. For starters, I was very depressed. In a regular middle school fashion, my closest friends (since elementary school) had recently left me and I was having horrible waves of loneliness, self loathing, and routine panic attacks. Though my rather upbeat and excitable style of writing at the time didn't show it, I was in an incredibly unstable place with myself and emotions. Actually, the reason I started How Fitting was (OK OK not just to be like Tavi Gevinson) to gain self esteem and self security. I began writing about the media I loved from my favorite band at the time, All Time Low, to the horribly questionable clothing I wore. However cringy they were, I had many many obsessions and needed a place to talk about them (I was yet to make friends who shared my loves). Though I am so (so so) happy I'm no longer the same, something me and my 13 year old self share is our constant curiosity and love for loving things. I really do believe if How Fitting didn't exist, I wouldn't be as fascinated with everything as I am now.<br />
Though we are only talking about 4 years ago, blogs and the Internet were quite different. I really mean it. I mean this was at the real kickoff of fashion bloggers becoming celebrities and brands getting on the bandwagon of collaborating. Along with this, there were *so* many less blogs- it almost seemed like everyone knew each other. I'm not going to lie, I really miss that mentality and state in which 13 year olds having no idea what they're doing could easily build a community. As I got more and more into it, I gained a larger and larger following until reaching up to 2,000 followers which was insane because if you saw how absolutely terrible I was, I have literally no idea why 1998 (not including my parents of course) people actually wanted to read 2013 How Fitting. I was receiving comments claiming I was a "precocious child" (I remember this comment so well because I admittedly didn't know what that meant at the time and originally took it as an insult) along with emails and opportunities to work with various companies (OK who allowed that?? What company actually wanted to work with a 13 year old??). It was all super surreal.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the classic photo I used at age 14 on here- I'm embarrassed to say I have this same dye job except it doesn't look nearly as good</td></tr>
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As I turned 14, my mentality became quite different as I was a year away from high school and on the brink of what seemed like false maturity. A lot happened throughout 2014 How Fitting; I tried (and failed) to create an online publication, I had my first "real" boyfriend, my first "real" "heartbreak", and holy hell I even came out as gay on here. I'm not going to go in the pretentious reflective direction, but HF really helped me become a lot more self aware. I was so unsure of myself before I started blogging and not only did my writing improve, having everything out there almost helped me "create myself" (or at least the side I wanted people to see). And that's where I get into the part in which I explain the title and arguably what this entire post is about. I went through a lot in the 8th grade- I still would rather not have most of these things public but for starters, my depression got a lot worse. I started Prozac. I went through yet another period of having no friends. Yet through it all, I continued to write as though my life was filled with picnics and cos playing and playlists with songs no one has ever heard of until the point where I got into the habit of being that character. A lot of 2014 How Fitting has no actual reflection on what I actually was. How Fitting almost taught me how to lie and put on a persona. Becoming a blogger yourself makes you pull back the curtain on everyone else you admire and understand how taxing and hard it can be sometimes to put on this "mask" on everything being OK. Along with this, though I love writing, I really do, I really wish I took some time out of how invested I was in this blog and actually could be thirteen and not pressured at seemingly every second.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">me at LIM summer 2015!! I was such a cute n emo bb!</td></tr>
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Moving onto 2015, I not only began high school but also started interning at Nordstrom (at 14-15 years old, I was their youngest intern) which turned out to be a 2 year long anxiety attack. Thank god that's over. By 15, after spending the summer and fall of 2014 at FIT, I was describing my next summer of being at LIM's Fashion Lab (on scholarship) to the girls at Nordstrom before leaving for break. Like most times, this was met with a string of "wow I wish I could be as motivated" or "wait you're 15??" or something along the lines of matching my rather unusual level of determination and relative success with my age. Though I would love to continue to scriptually jack myself off, what I'm trying to say here is how pressured I actually felt on the inside. I hated being the youngest (which I always tended to be) and I hated being the constant wunderkind- it's honestly so much to put onto someone. The problem was I was putting it all onto myself. Ever since the age of 13, when How Fitting was born, I have continued to have the same mentality of "never enough"; there's always a new level of success, there's always a better offer, nothing is ever good enough. Though this, in theory, is a motivated and fine way to live life, I have set myself up to fail. I'll never be satisfied. This entire piece seems, like I said, textual masturbation but in all honesty, every single one of these things gave me so much anxiety.<br />
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I'm currently 17, as said previously, and since then have quit my Nordstrom internship, been taking FIT classes (for actual pure fun- that was such an odd concept to me at 14), and I don't know, became the fashion editor and staff writer for several publications I'm head over heels in love with. I like to analyze my rather atypical early teenage years and really wish I could tell my 13 year old self to please stop stressing out over stupid shit like your future twenty years in fashion (and *please* stop wearing that plaid cropped blazer). I'm not going to pretend as though the last 4 years haven't been beautiful in their own way, but god am I glad to no longer be a 13 year old blogger anymore. I love what I do now and I definitely see me doing this for years to come, but also wish I was able to separate my constant need to success from having fun. Having your 13 year old self imprinted on the internet is an odd thing. This isn't a cautionary tale, more of look behind the curtain of what it's actually like to start something like this at such an early age. I love How Fitting and everywhere it has taken me, I love the every single person I've gotten to work with on silly projects and more serious projects and this really cool project me and my friend Zoe one time did about sex ed that we never published, and most importantly, I love the friends I've made through ranting about Doctor Who and thrift shopping and dressing up and am so excited for my future of not being a 13 year old. Cheers to four years.<br />
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After chopping all my hair off over the summer, the possibilities were endless for my finally healthy hair. Ever since my ultimate flop at having blonde hair last year (and pretty much destroying it in the process), I had accepted that with the current backed up and colored state of my hair, having the platinum locks I wanted wasn't going to happen. However, now that about all my hair had never been colored, this was finally achievable. After a single (30 Vol.) bleach process, my hair was rather patchy and orange in some places, needing to be toned. I never got to that step though because after a month or so, I was pink. Though the bubblegum was a fun color for about a week or so, due to the orange tones in my hair, I ended up with an ugly fade after about two washes. With no possibility of going back to blonde and no desire for another crayola color, dying my hair black seemed like the ideal option.<br />
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Black is my fall back color for everything. Just like how a lot of my friends will shave their heads if they don't like their haircuts, if I ever fuck up my hair color, black is always there for me.<br />
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-the ninth grade in which I let my friend dye my hair into a purple to blue to green ombre (why??? why???). After a solid hour of crying, I ended up with a blue black box dye.<br />
-the tenth grade when I let the SAME friend (what was I thinking????) do a "color melt" (aka a plethora of neon shades randomly scattered around my head). Shoutout to Feria to that one.<br />
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So as I was not yet ready to go back to brown and wanted the pink as far away from me as possible, I was pretty hype to go back to my trusty shade. For those unaware, the first time I dyed my hair black, I regularly went to a salon, super pricey, and the second time, I used a box dye that did no favors for the appearance and health of my hair. Not wanting to repeat these mistakes, I instead went with my mother's recommendations to try out eSalon.<br />
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eSalon is an online service that claims to provide salon quality dye for a marginally cheaper price and more convenient home application. Having gone through many many many different brands of dye, all promising similar features, I was pretty skeptical. The setup of picking out your color is stupid-proof and admittedly kind of fun. After providing information on your hair type, length, and current color, a set of avaliable tones are shown for you to choose from, for the magical eSalon fairy stylists to mix for you- one thing I'd like to add is that I was pretty unimpressed by the options for black, having only one labeled "soft", and one labeled "blue". Having hated my black hair from sophomore year that featured purplish tones, I went for "soft".<br />
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The kit features: a developer, your custom color, a stain remover, stain guard, two pairs of gloves, shampoo, and conditioner which is pretty good for an at home hair kit. In the beginning, the dye was a little bit frustrating because it takes longer than most products I've used in the past to develop (and when it did, it turned a dark brownish color which made me quite nervous). Even after leaving it on for an hour, the color seemed rather brown, but after washing it out (WARNING: This stuff will take FOREVER to get out. I'm not kidding it seemed almost impossible), I was left with a beautiful, shiny, black!<br />
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Overall, I was pretty impressed by the quality of eSalon's dye, as it has left my hair in the same state health wise and the tone is just as promised. I'm especially a big fan of their custom color and the way they show you exactly what tones were used to mix it on their website and in your custom directions (complete with very cute illustrations)!<br />
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I also hit up their other service, The Match Up, that provides a similar custom-to-you feel through handpicking hair products on a subscription base, and would super recommend their color safe shampoo and tone corrector that takes the bronze hits out of your color as it begins to fade. Though I definitely have my critiques (developing, the amount of time it takes to wash out, and a slight bit of fading after a month), reasonably priced dye doesn't get much better than eSalon and I'm very content currently looking like the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don't_Trust_the_B----_in_Apartment_23">bitch from apt. 23</a>.<br />
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<br />Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-63577871017929459822016-11-28T15:02:00.000-08:002016-11-28T15:03:07.095-08:00fevers <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So not much has happened within the past couple weeks. I guess. Nothing memorable at least. As the temperature drops, I feel as though my excitable plans do too.<br />
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That's besides the point however. I've been getting more so into my junior year and just like the previously mentioned tempuratures, my grades, free time, and motivation are dropping. The only thing that seems to be increasing is my horrible habit of procrastination. I'm very stressed and on edge to say the least.<br />
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I've be delving back into the songs and bands I listened to in middle school for the lols recently and it's honestly not a healthy habit. Not to say my emo phase wasn't my peak, but I don't think it's healthy to revisit the past like this. I just wanted to put that out there to clear up I haven't been listening to All Time Low seriously.<br />
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I don't know if this is the right word to use or not, but I feel very obsolete within my position as a writer. It seems like the only things I can create revolve around my exes or bitterness or depression or a cocktail of all three. Instead of composing, it seems like all I'm doing is sitting in skype meetings and receiving emails reminding me I have due dates I completely forgot.<br />
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I'm sorry this was so rambly and aimless. I more so just wanted to share some photos I took in St. Marks and Union Sq. a couple weeks ago. As I said earlier, not much has been published lately aside from <a href="http://www.writtencitizen.com/2016/11/silenceviolence.html">this piece I wrote on the recent election</a>. Later.<br />
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So I'm realizing it's been quite awhile since I showed off my bedroom... thank god it no longer looks the way it did <a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2014/06/inside-anns-box-vol-3.html">last time</a> (<a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2013/09/friday-extra-inside-anns-box-attic.html">or the time before</a>) (<a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2013/05/friday-extra-inside-anns-box.html">or the time before before</a>) but it's definitely within the same sect of teenage wasteland mixed with alcove.<br />
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Bottles across the widow (which leads to the roof) along with bits from Nylon's glitter goth and poolside spread. </div>
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Various photos, magazine cut outs, and posters (my pride and joy being my signed Lights one duh) on the low ceiling above my bed. </div>
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My (far too large) jacket collection strewn across my door and closet along with my main purses (at the moment being my leather backpack). </div>
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My bed in its natural form.</div>
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A little look at my shoe collection along with the nickel board I stole from a friend in freshman year, and of course my "I'm a Belieber" magnet (a prized possession). </div>
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My guitars carefully yet carelessly placed next to my keyboard and bookshelf.</div>
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My DVD collection next along with the <a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2016/07/summer-shandy-picto-diary.html">TV I picked off the side of the road</a> over the summer, and a bouquet of dollar store plastic flowers. </div>
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A couple of posters I stole from a pop up during Fashion Week over my dresser and bookshelf</div>
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My favorite images over my bed (left to right: A Front Bottoms poster, This Is Our Youth, an editorial about School of American Ballet, a sticker from High Schoolers for Bernie, a Central Park Zoo ticket from a date, my train pass from 2 summers ago, a photo of my grandmother, a portrait from a friend, a postcard given to me by Tenn from The Deep End Club [RIP], a photo from a flee market in Williamsburg, this ridiculous essay my friend wrote, a postcard saying "My Outfit is NOT an invitation", a ticket to the Whitney from the first date with my ex boyfriend, "Happy Birthday to My Best Gay" card from my 16th, a photo Ben took, 2 post cards from Leslie Lohman, a photo from the Whitney rooftop, and a letter my friend Jurnee wrote me)<br />
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Bodega flowers paired with my various art history binders and folding maps.<br />
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One of the last standing collages in my bedroom over my makeup.<br />
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Bits and bobs next to my bed (highlights include: multiple photos of Zayn, a dollar store "Feliz Cumpleanos" banner, and a Stop Slut poster from 2013).</div>
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-Mary Janes: Doc Martens</div>
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<br />Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-32239309223311244852016-10-30T08:19:00.000-07:002016-10-30T08:19:05.391-07:00I Got No Friends Cause They Read The Papers (+links)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
These posts are getting very circa 2013 outfit section (the ones I used to take every single day on photobooth ugh what an era) but you know I guess the lo-fi aesthetic is a good look as any- speaking of shitty camera quality, I'm finally treating myself to an actual device that isn't a webcam (or iPhone camera) for this blog- good thing it took me only four years to grow up and realize I need to reach at least some level of professionalism. Anyways, I took some shameless photos of my outfit that I was really into the other day as a last hoorah (we all know this isn't true) to this webcam blog photos. Along with this, I'm sharing some of my favorite links I've gathered over the past month or so because I guess I can be a semi 3 dimensional person. Enjoy.</div>
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-Top: Forever21</div>
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-Jeans: Levi's (thrift)</div>
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-Belt: courtesy of my mother</div>
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-Necklaces: crystal one from my sister after she came back from Germany, "Dingus" one made by my best friend's mom for my 17th</div>
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-Bralette: Aerie</div>
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-Scarf: courtesy of my mother</div>
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- <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s-OoG1aGYO0" target="_blank">Daughter NPR Tiny Desk Concert </a>(for that matter, any tiny desk concert is really golden, I'd recommend this one, <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc8U2VP92Vg">The Front Bottoms,</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfHxncKnUuQ">Jake Bugg</a>, and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji-EdRtL9qU">PWR BTTM'</a>s especially) (Tiny Desk Concerts are also the thing that made me realize my actual dream job is to work at NPR I love NPR I love Tiny Desk Concerts I could go on and on)</div>
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-<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqwwkETs4TU" target="_blank">PWR BTTM: "I Wanna Boi" Music Video</a> (it was put out about 3 weeks ago and has got to be one of their best videos- the color scheme and entire look of this video is so beautiful- Liv Bruce is also the most gorgeous human being on earth and the true love of my life)</div>
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-"<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RSQaVG7_QI" target="_blank">Empty" Kevin Abstract</a> (I'd like to thank Ben for this one- we've become kind of obsessed with portraits of America and this perfectly fit the narrative)</div>
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-<a href="http://www.clickhole.com/quiz/can-you-match-scout-badge-reason-it-was-revoked-me-4489" target="_blank">"Can You Match the Scout Badge To The Reason It Was Revoked From Me?"</a> (my all time favorite Clickhole article has resurfaced- I cannot stress how important this is)</div>
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-<a href="https://open.spotify.com/user/1252840883/playlist/0wTPVps93IZnS4W5xNPJKN" target="_blank">Spotify "What I've Been Listening 2" Playlist </a>(I've put myself at that level of narcissism in which I actually think people are interested in my shitty taste- basically updating whenever I get into something)</div>
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-<a href="http://rosieleizrowice.com/">RosieLeizrowice.com</a> (this one isn't particularly new but my favorite blogger- previously rainbowbobblysocks- has fairly recently started over and I'm so hype over it- Rosie is the sweetest)</div>
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-<a href="http://www.themilkclub.com/">The Milk Club </a>(Sofie has become one of my favorite fashion bloggers- her style is so put together and unique)</div>
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Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-8447756623735326532016-10-23T08:21:00.000-07:002016-10-23T08:21:51.631-07:00Try to Play It Cool But I Still Love You (PWR BTTM)<br />
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After months of waiting (since August precisely), Anh, Ben, and I finally saw PWR BTTM at Villain in Brooklyn on Friday (<a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2016/10/all-boys-say-they-dont-love-me-but-i.html" target="_blank">outfit post here</a>) and with complete confidence, I'd have to say it was one of the best shows I've seen (a close second to <a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2015/10/ive-got-them-bad-boy-blues-baby.html" target="_blank">The Front Bottoms </a>duh)- it was honestly slightly odd since I hadn't been to a concert since last December, when I saw Frank Iero and The Celebration (one of the worst experiences I've ever had at a show), and after going through that phase in my freshman (and early sophomore) year of basically seeing a band every week, not seeing anything for nearly a year was a wild break.<br />
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Photo taken by Anh right after we got in- I remember being fourteen and fifteen and me and my friends would camp out for hours (<a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2015/06/ill-steal-your-honey-like-i-stole-your.html" target="_blank">like the time I waited in line for NINE hours to see All Time Low</a>) outside the venue just to get the golden barricade. Just because I *must* sound pretentious and reflective at some point within this, this show was such a contrast from most of the emo shit I saw previously- for one there were was a lack of pushing teenagers trying to get to the front (that will not be missed). ANYWAYS, even though the three of us arrived fifteen minutes before doors opened, we ended up being right up against the stage (and lucky for me, right in front of the speaker- the ringing has still not left my ears).<br />
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My loves, Ben and Anh, minutes before Lisa Prank.<br />
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The hypeman of the night was the "IM CIS" box- another really wonderful and beautiful point of Friday night was how gay everything was. I hadn't really been to a concert that was so reflective and made me so thoughtful about myself (whoa that sounds tacky and pretentious). In other words, I love my gay self and I love my gay friends.<br />
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Lisa Prank went on first and closed on a cover of "Dammit" by Blink-182- no matter what show I go to, I'll never be able to escape that middle school emo phase and that's partly because no one has fully escaped their emo phase either.<br />
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Vundabar was incredible as expected- Brandon was in front of me the whole time (god is he beautiful) and I fell a lil in love.<br />
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PWR BTTM !!! They opened with "West Texas" and I haven't felt so happy and hype and wonderful all at the same time- though my past concert experiences have definitely varied, there's definitely that same feeling of appreciation and love for whoever is on the stage and that's pretty golden.<br />
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Love of my life, Liv Bruce, during "I Wanna Boi"<br />
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While Ben and Liv were switching instruments, Ben ending up falling literally behind the stage- all quite surreal and slapstick.<br />
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Nicholas being super beautiful and pretty- I ended up standing right in front of him and he snuck us smiles and side comments throughout the night.<br />
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The night closed off with a chant of "NO MAN WILL EVER LOVE ME THE WAY I NEED HIM TO" and encore with "House in Virginia"- all of PWR BTTM is so talented and I am literally in awe after seeing such an incredible band goddamn. '<br />
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*side note concert story: this entire night got me thinking of all the ridiculous things that have happened at concerts (which are especially funny since all of these take place with emo Ann from 2-3 years ago) and for some reason, the most comical and surreal and horribly emo memory I could come up with was the time I saw Pierce The Veil and Sleeping With Sirens on Valentine's Day 2015 (which is just a complete joke within itself) and Kellin fucking Quinn tells us the reason why he couldn't fully open his eyes was because he'd "just smoked a fuckton of weed" due to his valentine not being present. I'm not sure why that's what immediately came to mind but...Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-32229129365963135792016-10-22T12:21:00.002-07:002016-10-22T12:21:48.662-07:00All The Boys Say They Don't Love Me (but i know theyre lying) <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Friday, I finally finally (finally) saw one of my favorite bands, PWR BTTM, at Villain in Brooklyn (experience post going up tm!!) and as my two best friends and I discussed, if there was ever a time to dress truly to the nines, it was this. As all my ensembles go, quite a lot of deliberation and outfit changes went into this one before I decided on something I not only looked truly queer in but also felt comfortable wearing (meaning i wouldn't have to look at my reflection every .2 seconds or ask for constant validation). Anyways, this outfit got me through the night beautifully- I felt like the true gay princess I am !!<br />
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Yesterday, I turned 17!! That's so wild considering that when How Fitting was founded, I was at the ripe age of 13 with no actual sense of self (not that I fully have one now, it's improvement.). It really just is amazing how oddly different and similar I am from the seventh grade version of myself imprinted on the Internet. Forever. Ugh.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Seventeen is a rather odd and awkward age to turn. First off, there's so much in between. It feels like I've been in between forever. In the words of Francine Pascal, "<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818;">I am seventeen. The good things about seventeen is that you’re not sixteen. Sixteen goes with the word sweet, and I am so far from sweet." and I take some sort of connection with that- a lot of being seventeen is no longer being sixteen. I'm on the cusp of legal adulthood and I'm nervous and excited and happy to just kind of hang back and be seventeen and not sixteen and do adult things such as driving a car (horrible at it. terrible. never good idea.) yet fully shying away from anything with unappealing responsibility. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818;">Along with this is the copious amounts of media surrounding the age of seventeen. I mean if we want to bring it back to my infamous emo days, there's an <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9SM59H6dac" target="_blank">All Time Low song </a>that says, "stay seventeen" and for some reason I was like "god I really can't wait to be seventeen because of this shitty song"- with magazines titles and lines from Abba songs, seventeen seemed like some sort of club to thirteen year old Ann. Television and music and film and photography made sixteen a rather pressured year for me to constantly have fun and be spontaneous and "be sixteen" be sixteen. be sixteen. And I don't want to feel constantly like I'm wasting some "precious" year (I'll honestly forget in twenty years) whenever I'm not be cinematically worthy. That's a boring and exhausting way to live. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="background-color: white;">I sobbed the night before my birthday. I was organizing my DVD collection and fantasizing over what I'm spending my first paycheck on (as in a JOB. I have a job that PAYS. How crazy is that??) and something stupid triggered it like my phone charger breaking or not being able to find the lens cap to one of my cameras and I just broke down. I love birthdays. I hate my birthday. Similar to my feeling of pressure to have a grand ol' time at sixteen years old, I always feel like my birthday has to be some sort of magical, wonderful, day and I hate that. I hate expectations. Along with this was the actual fear of aging. It feels like I've fast forwarded through everything and now here I am and I don't really know what to do with that. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #181818;"><span style="background-color: white;">The actual daytime piece of my birthday was quite plain and simple and average. It was Kol Nidrei (eve of Yom Kippur) that night and so my parents (who were observing the holiday) did not go out to dinner with me, which I was quite emo over at first but in the end, there was really no point in getting upset over trivial things like this. I shot a couple of photos of my grand entrance into the Great Seventeen Club (aka photographic masturbation) on my stuffed animal covered bed. I ended up being quite typical and watching The Naked Brothers Band Movie on <a href="http://howfittingblog.blogspot.com/2016/07/summer-shandy-picto-diary.html" target="_blank">the tv I stole off the side of the road that one time </a> as I do for every other milestone of my life. </span></span><br />
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Actual night of the big one seven: I cried. Multiple times. I ended up going out for burritos with Anh and Ben and sitting in the park dipping chips into rice and beans and reading through mixtape playlists and eating sponge cake and being upstairs in my bedroom playing guitar and hanging upside down off my bed. All very surreal.<br />
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Overall, I'm not sure where I'm at with birthdays. I guess I've reconciled the birthday curse and understand the lack of perfection within them and the triviality of it all. In the use of a cliche, overused, Bradbury quote, <span style="font-family: inherit;">"<span style="background-color: white;">I'm seventeen and I'm crazy. My uncle says the two always go together. When people ask your age, he said, always say seventeen and insane." I hope to take this year to become less impulsive, twitchy, and restless and all the more. </span></span><br />
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Though I was supposed to cover VFiles x Kye's show for Mimp, I ended up not getting past the elitist gates of the Soho location (despite literally being on the list and confirmed on multiple occasions). I did get to view Katie Gallagher's "Eclipse" however which was magical and beautiful and honestly the best line I actually got to see in person.<br />
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Top: H&M<br />
Choker: Ebay<br />
Skirt: TopShop<br />
Boots: Docs<br />
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I went for a more casual look for this day due to my no actual obligation to see anything (Mimp was down for a couple runways but my second day was actually quite laid back). I ended up spending most of my time gushing over cute skater boys in Soho and Open Ceremony. Very productive.<br />
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Top: thrift<br />
Skirt: TopShop<br />
Shoes (not pictured): Birkenstocks<br />
Choker: Forever21 (I know.)<br />
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Anyways, I'm already missin Fashion Week and the almost dystopian feel of it. I'm currently listening to the <i>Shrek 2 </i>soundtrack however which is dystopian within itself.<br />
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<br />Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-30229190611567027312016-10-02T08:47:00.000-07:002016-10-02T12:33:00.000-07:00C-C-C-Changes Hey. Things have been off and on and strange and stressful and so much is different, including my appearance, yet the same. That's quite odd since the last piece I wrote was a little less than a month ago but five inches of hair in a trashcan later, I look a little like this:<br />
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I don't believe I've ever looked more gross and more beautiful. I look much much more healthy however and I am! Junior year has been kind of wild within its first month and the wildest part is that this is the best I've been doing in school. Ever. The thing is I love going to school, I'm just never good at it. I hope to stay in school for the rest of my life honestly.<br />
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As the school year started, I've been shedding my summer with it and this sadly meant my departure from ethantheboyfriend. We left it on incredibly good terms which is rather out of the ordinary for me. Most of my breakups end in a bout of tears followed by months of pent up resentment towards each other. I rehearsed my breakup speech over and over again too and none of it went as planned, I hoped for more anger. I know how to work with anger as opposed to understanding. Anyways, I'm doing good after this ending; there are some random bouts of emptiness that are all superficial however. I'm doing good. I'm doing good. I've been around the block with breaking up (only in the corner of being the instigator however), and have just been focusing on myself which sounds corny, but in essence is quite nice. Thinking bout writing an actual blogpost about this though due to the various relationships How Fitting has encountered and how seemingly cavalierly they seem to end.<br />
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Going off that topic, I've finally decided I've got to start writing on this at least once every two weeks again. I know I know I say this over and over again but I honestly need to. In all honestly, How Fitting has been the only real constant in my life (exaggeration: I mean my hobbies/work) since I was thirteen years old and that seems a shame to drop. There's so many holes from when I dropped this site during my mass of depression last year and that's not particularly cool!<br />
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What have I been doing what have I been doing: Mad Sounds has been a big thing recently. Meaning I'm writing for them every week which is *crazy*. It's a lot. Along with that is my recent post on Written Citizen about <a href="http://www.writtencitizen.com/2016/09/christian-siriano-ss17.html" target="_blank">Christian Siriano SS17</a> because OHMYGOD I went to fashion week and didn't even talk about it (which I do every year but somehow didn't get around to ???) !! My NYFW outfits (which is long long overdue) should be up tomorrow. This is a high level of disorganization I'm going crazy over.<br />
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(also hope this signature change is appreciated due to the amount of MySpace aesthetic websites I had to visit to make this)Annie 'N Chihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14845298919329201020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3372140643693923078.post-53938915840331150192016-09-04T12:00:00.000-07:002016-10-12T10:31:24.506-07:00She's Been Gone Since That Summer As the Summer has been winding down, so has the times I've actually left the house (procrastinated summer assignments are slowly killing me). Enjoy me celebrating and documenting the last hoorahs of the summer before my junior year (whoa that's wild).<br />
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Pier One rink in Brooklyn with my sister- I was just getting good when I fell (I felt it for the next 2 weeks. fun.)</div>
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Me looking actually presentable in SoHo after a good three hours of skating. </div>
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Me and Fee!! The true love of my life came back to the city after over a year- a lot of gossip and coffee at The Bean was shared. It's incredible to think the two of us have been friends for nearly four years and how weird and wonderful it has been to see the two of us grow up and into ourselves. </div>
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Ethan The Boyfriend in Dizzy's after returning from Amsterdam. Beautiful as always, complete with a beard. </div>
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very very horrible photo of brooklyn's hottest couple. </div>
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After being separated for far too long, I was reunited with my best friends ever, Ben and Anh. Here is a picture of me and Ben basically creating <a href="https://www.instagram.com/camera_duels/?hl=en" target="_blank">Cole Sprouse's </a>greatest work. </div>
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Ben in Washington Sq Park looking beautiful as always. </div>
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Actual angel in my life, Anh, reacting to a keychain from Ben that reads "Bahama Mama"</div>
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Anh being a pixie in the digital age. </div>
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RIP Summer 2016. </div>
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*title from the only good song ever, "Summer Girls", by LFO. </div>
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