*On gummy worms and crop tops

And just like that, the security blanket that was my long hair is no more. Luckily, I had one of the most animated and hilarious hairdressers in New York to distract me (and by that, I mean literally force-feed me gummy worms) as I parted ways with my long(ish) locks. No, seriously. Her name was Lola (SHE WAS A SHOWGIRL) and she was on a serious caffeine/high-on-life kick throughout our appointment and thought it was in my best interest to feed me gummies as I sat back and talked about life and the meaning of.  Definitely one of my better salon trips.  Anyway, I felt inclined to wear my boo-ya-yeah-I-thrifted-this striped skirt with a similar-but-not-really striped top (that my sister cut from a dress, you go girl). I've had a serious fling with crop tops recently - not the ones that are like HEREEEE'S MY BELLY BUTTON because, let's be honest, nothing sounds worse than baring my entire stomach for the world to see (especially after having been fed an entire bag of gummy worms).  No. We keepin it classy over hur with a little mini crop top action. Ya dig?

*Snip, snip, snip

Maybe it's the overload of inspiration flooding the avenues of NYC, or maybe it's just my propensity toward being heavily influenced by street style blogs, but I've come to the conclusion it's time for another trip to the hair salon. Yep, bye-bye 20 minutes of straight hair drying after every shower (and good riddance). It's been TOO MANY TIMES I've felt like I'm about to drop dead from heat exhaustion. Long locks be damned!  My beloved CHI Straightener, you've been a loyal comrade and friend to me through the years, but I'm about to replace your frequent usage with your nemesis, the curling wand. Don't hate me. The jury is out as to what exact look I'm going to go for. All I know is I'm going to drape the apron/blanket/invisibility cloak dramatically over me, splay myself out on the seat and tell the hair dresser "DO WHAT YOU WANT TO ME". We'll see how it goes from there.  Also, Groupon, where you at to save me from these New York salons tryna make me a poor(er) college kid?!  

Big Al, meet Big Apple

New perk of NYC: demoting friend Hal Rhorer to "Bang Control".
 

Well, I made it to the Big Apple. Al in the Big Apple. Big Al in the Big Apple. There we go.

I've found that waking up to New York City can be quite pleasant - except for when it’s at seven in the morning due to the jack hammer across the street. Ever. Dang. Morning.

After almost one week here I've learned a few things about this city (so obviously I'm going to share them because I value my opinion ever so greatly). 

Shaving your legs in a minuscule New York City shower is difficult. And terrifying. And a lot of, “AHHHH BLOOD MY ANKLE OH NO I DON’T HAVE ANY BAND-AIDS WHAT HAPPENS NOW??!!?”

You can never get enough of those street performers! Except when they suddenly transform into monkeys on the subway and think it's ok to jump ALL. OVER. ME. while climbing along the railing, and then it's like "Come on guys. You're literally sweating on me and my own sweat because it's 500 degrees in here and now I'm supposed to applaud. Ok fine that was cool HERE'S ONE DOLLAR." 

Meal Dollars (or “Monopoly Money” as I like to call it at Elon) does NOT exist here. AKA every meal hurts my heart/wallet. AKA I need to kick my coffee addiction realllll quick.

Diamonds are NOT a girl’s best friend. Google Maps is.

I'll keep note of more lessons I learn in the next nine weeks. In the meantime, wish me luck!    

*Ins and Outs

Newest trend in communication: bullets. Short. Choppy. Incomplete. Sentences. EZ 2 read. U won't lose interest amiright?
Here is my life in a serious of what's "IN and OUT":

IN:

-Seeing my sister (and family) in one week

-Ambushing NYC with my presence this summer

-The above outfit. Flowy dresses-turned-skirts and shaved legs = the best feeling you’ll ever experience

-Shameless plugs (see below)

OUT:

-Leaving my sister (and family) for 2 months 

-Throwin’ deuces to my sophomore year at Elon

-Pants. I never want to wear pants again. FREEDOM 

-Not taking advantage of shamelessly plugging on my blog before

In NYC I’ll be an editorial intern for Refinery29 (it’s just, like, the coolest website evaaa CHECK IT OUT). Read it, fall in love, become addicted, refuse to accept your addiction, and proceed to fall down the slippery slope of devoting your life to reading Refinery29.

Same goes for the latest edition of The Edge. Send it to your mom, your mom’s Martini Club, your teachers from high school, that family friend you don’t know why but for some reason have his/her/their email, post it as your FB status, tweet it, make a Vine of you reading it...

*Forget everything your mother told you (sorry Marti)

Guys. I'm back. Back from the dead (if death was exams and applying for internships and overdosing on coffee). But what's important is that I've gotten my butt back in gear and 1. actually showered 2. made time to find my photographer Katy and a cool brick wall and 3. scaled said wall for dramatic effect in this post. 

During my hiatus I have learned a few things about dressing I thought I'd share with you through today's outfit (I'm into numbering if you can't tell):

1. No sleep or no mascara in your makeup bag = sunglasses all hours of the day. It was cloudy today. It was 5:00 pm. I wore sunglasses anyway.  

2. Never underestimate the forgiveness of a baggy top. This one can do no wrong. 

3. Forget every rule you've ever heard about not combining navy blue and black. Just do it. You won't regret it.

4. Sometimes, when the zipper to your leather pants breaks, you just have to put some spandex on underneath and wear a super long shirt to hide the gaping hole in your pants because these are just TOO AWESOME TO THROW AWAY. 

5. Shoes that fully cover your feet are so out. 

*Pseudo-Easter post

I guess you could consider this an Easter-themed post with the deranged bunnies over my shoulder. Imagine THOSE at a children's Easter-egg hunt. 
And that's the image I'll leave you with today. 
(Also, sorry for the stain on my jacket (no! don't scroll back up to check!!!). Don't know what I was eating at the time when that happened...)