wardrobe update

The plan was to go to the library. I picked up some books on my reading list (Doris Lessing's The Cleft and Freakonomics, if you were wondering). Then I headed to Crossroads where the consumption monster got loose. I couldn't decide what to get, so I got almost everything I brought into the dressing room with me. Let's survey the damage:



Silk tank ($6.50) and black skirt ($12)
Silk tank worn again with some ripped white jeans that my friend Nancy gave me



Teal asymmetrical top with ruffles ($16.50- originally $79!)





I love this dress! It reminds me of the fuschia one I bought on Melrose, but for 1/2 the price! ($16.50)


Sorry these pictures kind of suck. I need to get a tripod or something.

losing your car keys at a club, not a good look

I've been neglecting the blog, because the last month has been crazy busy. I have been trying to finish up my hours at my externship, get enough volunteer hours for a grant (which I got), and complete my six mediations before the end of the semester. Then I had a final for a class that I showed up to sporadically at best, which meant teaching myself the material in the weeks leading up to the final. But it's all over now.


Last Thursday was our big end of the year party. I was really excited to wear my stripper heels and fake lashes and finally go out. I drove my friend to Mi-6 in West Hollywood, met up with all my other friends. The door person charged us $10 even though we got in at 10:59, but whatever, I was ready to have fun.


The night was going along great until one of my friends decided to mess around with me and take my keys out of my pocket. I'm going admit that I was partially at fault for using a binder clip as a key ring. I had so many keys that it was hard to find a big enough key chain. Knowing this, I tried to grab my keys back from him before any damage can be done. I pointed to him and my friend Alaina tried to help my get my keys back. He started playing keep away from us and swung the key chain over his head. The key ring came loose and my keys scattered everywhere. I dropped to the ground gathering up everything I could find. I put everything back on the clip and realized I was still missing my car keys.


I managed to save my LA Fitness card, my Ralph's club card, my library card, but not my effing car keys! Aghhh. What. the. hell. I dropped to the ground again and crawled around. No car keys. I notified the bouncer. I was concerned, but not yet angry. Of course my car keys were on the ground somewhere.


Around 2:30, after the lights came on and the club had been swept up. NO CAR KEYS. I didn't panic. I didn't cry. I was just so angry. My mind leaped ahead to assess the next several hours. Okay, so I can get home, but will my car be towed from the lot if I leave it overnight? Who is going to wake up early to come with me to get my car before I get a ticket? Do I have a spare at home? It was starting to sound like a 12-hour inconvenience.


My friends and I took a cab to one of our friend's cars and he drove me home. I found the spare key.I woke up at 7 AM Friday morning to look at bus routes to the lot where my car was located. I figured out the route, grabbed my phone and my wallet. Where was my wallet? Oh, yes, it was in my purse, located IN MY CAR. I felt nothing short of murderous rage. My roommate wandered out to the living room. She loaned me $1.25.


At the bus stop, I found that the line I wanted didn't run yet. I would have to walk 1/2 a mile down the street and take another line. I decided then that it was time to wake up Key Waver friend. I told him that he was going to wake up and take me to my car. To his credit, he was very nice and compliant and showed up at my apartment 20 minutes later. My car was still in the lot. I got a ticket, but he's paying for it.


What a freaking night. Losing your keys? Only amusing in a Lady Gaga lyric.

Picture from Night 2, story to follow:

CVS mini-haul

I couldn't find my nail clipper for DAYS. Then I caved and bought a new one. I found it when I got home. Ugh.

I've been itching for some new nail colors, so I got Sally Hansen Lively Lilac and a Milani Pink Hottie.







This really was Insta-dry. The first coat dried in maybe a minute. I usually am immobile for 10 minutes, because my nails ALWAYS smudge, but this polish lived up to its name. I want another one. The fatty brush made it easy to apply too. I'll take a picture of that when I have time to make a more comprehensive nail post.

Can't wait to try this one out!





I don't really like Milani polishes. They feel watery and kind of sticky. They're harder to apply and take awhile to dry. This is my second bottle, but I'll probably be staying away from these for awhile.

Rimmel had a buy one, get one free, so I got another black eyeliner and a Rimmel London lipstick in Airy Fairy. I usually hate drug store lipsticks, because they only come in shimmer, but I love this one. It's a light pink, with a tiny bit of shimmer. It's neutral enough for everyday wear. I did my usual brown eyes with the Rimmel eyeliner and Airy Fairy.





I probably look like an idiot with my lips parted, but I wanted you to see the lip color!



Okay, back to studying.

career clothes lingo

During my 1L year, I saw a lot of us scrambling for our first suits. Many of us came straight from undergrad. We knew office work meant business casual, which was more easily defined by what we couldn't wear than what we could wear. Basically business casual means no jeans, no open toe shoes, no tank tops, no obnoxious colors or prints, no shorts, no miniskirts, no floor length skirts. Just about everything else is fair game.

Then there came the receptions with the "business" dress code on the invites. Business meant suits. We needed to have suits! Then came on-campus interviews (OCI). I noticed at public interest career day that some girls wore suits with a ruffled skirt or a ruffle on the jacket. They stood out, but not in a good way.

An interview suit is different from a non-interview suit. Interview suits are supposed to be as basic and as classic as you can get, preferably in a dark color. It's appropriate to stand out by wearing a shirt in a bright color, but usually, fussy looking details look unprofessional. I didn't learn this rule until later on in my first year, but it definitely made sense to me. Those cute, ruffly suits looked out place on our on-campus interview days, and my favorite suits were sleek and well-fitted.

To look good on interviews, look for a suit that fits you well. Save the cutesy details for other "business" occasions.

what a nightmare

Most of my friends know that I've been somewhat unhappy/annoyed in my current living situation. I love where I live and I love my apartment, so I've just been dealing with it. My roommates told me they were moving out tonight...in two weeks. If anyone knows of anyone looking for a place to live or want to spread the word about a possible sublet/permanent place to rent, I would be really grateful. Comment or message me and I'll forward you the Craigslist ad. Thanks!

Plum lipstick FOTD

This looked so dark to me when I put it on, but it doesn't look so bad in pictures.





Make-up rule to break #1: Don't do dark lips with dark eyes.

I find that it doesn't matter too much with Asian eyes, so you can go bold with your lips and eyes. I'm wearing dark brown shadow and I lined my lashline and waterline with black eyeliner. I think it's probably a good idea to wear lots of eyeliner with a dark lip. Almond eyes might get lost if you don't darken your eyes, and you end up being nothing but lips.

Rihanna does it!



Also, I think it's interesting that whenever I hear her on the radio, she says her name "Ri-Anna" and the rest of us continue saying "Ri-Ahna."

"do your research"

    Accosted by two hyper college-aged people outside of the Ralph's on Barrington the other day, I figured I had some time to hear out their spiel. The guy started talking to me about Save the Children, Forbes most efficient charitable org or something like that. They go overseas, build schools, dig wells, I don't even know. I nodded politely and said, "Oh, so you're like an NGO."
    "What's an NGO?" he asked. I looked at him quizzically and his partner quickly jumped in, "Yes, we're an NGO!" She started talking to me about how I can sponsor a child and he or she will write me letters. I asked some questions about the structure of the org---do they work with local government? Are they an independent entity? Then I asked if they had been overseas and participated in the projects.
    "We actually don't work for Save the Children," they admitted. What?? They worked for a third-party fundraising org.
    "So you just go out and fundraise for whichever charity you get assigned to that day?"
    "Well,we don't HAVE to," they hedged. But you kind of do, I thought, in order to get paid.


    A week later, different people, same fundraising org accosted me on my way out. I said something like, "You guys don't even believe in your cause. You're getting paid to convince me to donate."
    The fundraiser guy objected and said, "Do your research!" as I walked away. Are you serious, guy? Research is all that I do.