disco dance party hardy

Inspiration for this outfit: Oh, hey. It's raining. AGAIN?!?!?! GrrZomgWtffff. Rather than succumbing to wearing blacks and greys that parallel to the dark clouds, I REBELLED. That's right. And I didn't wear just one colour. Or two colours. Or six colours. I wore, like, EVERY colour. Bad ass? Pretty much as BAD AS THEY COME. Beeeyotchezzzz. I will no longer EAT MY VEGETABLES just to emphasize how BAD I AM. That'll show them, mom!


I had no idea what tights to wear with this dress. Should I go for the hot pink? The purple? The two tone? PSH, WHY NOT THE OBNOXIOUS TIE-DYE ONES TO GO WITH THE ALREADY OBNOXIOUS DRESS? And so, I reached for it. Fingers wobbling in nervous anticipation. My heart was pounding through my chest. My legs shaking as the tights rose up my thighs. My mind blank. The only route it dared to venture to was: Will it work? (in a whisper, of course). My eyes looked up (in a mirror, but that breaks the flow of my eloquent writing). I smiled. It worked. (So my brain likes to pretend... so tell your dizzy eyeballs to SUCK IT UP AND PRETEND TO LIKE IT TOO.)

SO. MANY. GREEN. ANIMAL. JOKES. CANNOT. HANDLE. Seriously. I dare you guys to try to make fun of this awesome creature of a bag. I DARE YOU TO SAY SOMETHING. To my FACE. (You can be anonymous; c'est the beauty of the internet and yadda yadda.) Seriously. I've gotten IT ALL. (Or, more accurately, my lover/ bag. Poor guy is a victim of bullying.)

(Dress - Vintage $5, Blazer - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Shoes - Salvation Army $7, Tights - H&M, Gloves - Gift, Bag - Gift, Hat - Nepal)

And this is where Lexy's daily ramble continues. Enjoy your stay?

Words that aren’t fun for a high school-er to hear: Guest Speaker. For me, these two words are synonymous with the likes of Boring, WasteOfTime, and UghTheyMovedTheEntireScheduleAroundSoWeDontMissBoringClassesAndOnlyOurLunchHour. (I’m normally not this pessimistic. But twenty-thousand mandatory “Guest Speakers” AKA UniversityRepsFromScienceSchoolsThatI’llNeverGoTo later...) I was seriously plotting my great escape: Can I hide in the basement? The art room? With the horses? (I’m not going on a weird tangent - my school really does have horses and farms as its backdrop. We so country, y’all!)

In conclusion, I’m really glad I sucked up my ShortTeenageAttentionSpan and went. Drew Dudley. (That was the speaker. Not some, like, new abbreviation or something.) It was really amazing. It was one of those presentations where I was like, “Lexy, remember everything this dude is saying. REMEMBER IT.” He is literally the most quote-able person. Ever.

One thing that really resonated with me is what he was saying about Lists. How everyone has this mental checklist in our head. And it is this list that holds us back.

It’s so true. I definitely carry a mental list. Things I want to do. Things that, after I do them, “I will be happy.” I think that THAT’S a huge part of our problem. I think those words are so dangerous... “Then I will be happy.” I think our lives are too conditional. We get in these traps where, after we achieve the next thing on our list, “then we will be happy.” (So we tell ourselves.) We’re rarely happy with what we have, right now. We’re always looking for more. Something better. Something that will make us MORE happy. That’s not healthy. I think that true happiness is simple: don’t be okay with what you have - be happy with what you have. Now.

Happiness is all in our head. Happiness comes from how we see the world. How we choose to respond to situations. We blame happiness on others, events... never us. “Gosh, I would have been so happy if that didn’t happen.” I’ve posted this quote before, and I’ll post it again. If you want to be my twin, you can even copy it on a sticky note and post it on your mirror! And we can recite it together, every morning, like a cult of happiness! Or, you know, something.

“I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it" - Groucho Marx.

I’ve kind of diverted from the Drew’s words. But I guess that this is my response. It’s been raining cats and dogs here! (Literally.) (Kidding. Not literally.) (Pet peeve: when literally is incorrectly used. IT WILL NEVER BE LITERALLY RAINING CATS AND DOGS FOOL.) Um. Yes. But despite the bullets of raindrops, I’ve been happy. Maybe it’s the fact that the end is almost here. Everything seems more irrelevant than ever. But that’s okay. I’ll do it. That’s another thing Drew was talking about: we measure ‘success’ by the grades we get, the bills in our pockets. It's BS.

I’m a goal-oriented person, for sure. But to be honest, the only thing that I REALLY want in my life is to be happy and to be self-sufficient. As long as I’m working toward something I love, as long as I can pay for a roof over my head... that’s all.

I’m going to try to live my life with as much laughter and positive energy as possible. My newest goal is to smile to strangers(and random kids in hallways) as much as possible. Why not? Everyone loves smiles! I’ve also decided that that’s a great reason to wear colours: colours make me happy, colours make others happy (or they stare at me and giggle “wtf is she wearing?” but HEY, giggles are better than frowns.)

I think we all just have to let life be. And be happy in it.

So cheers to Lexy talking too much! I actually have a billion more thought bubbles in my head, but I will spare you the details.
What do you think the key to happiness is? How do you go about each day?
xx sorry, my comment responding has been lackluster. Pop an email over at lexyht@hotmail.com if you want to chat a bit more.