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Dearest friends of the world wide web,

In conclusion, I suck. Now that we've moved passed that awkward confrontation of holy-moly-its-the-freaking-last-day-of-the-month-and-i-haven't-posted-in-weeks, we can move on to more productive things. Like clothing attire. OMG EXCITEMENT ENSUES AS IT'S LIKE NOTHING'S EVER CHANGED YEEEHAWWWW GOODTIMEZ.

Evidently, these photos were taken awhile back, as made clear by things like LEAVES. I actually had a mini-heart-attack this morning when I realized it was the end of the month ALREADY. Time is a flyin', we are a livin', things are a happenin', what am i a sayin'?! And speaking of the end of the month and general redundancy, aw shucks, I have to drop another $99 on a December Metropass. (Fun fact: I make my Grandma buy my Metropass because she has a handy advantage called "senior discount." There is a student discount, but I'm not in school/ a student right now. Consequently, I'm BRINGIN' OUT THE GRANDMA. Using a senior discount when I'm not a senior? Going against the system? YOU KNOW IT BRAH. Because I live on the EDGE like that. Because I'm a REBEL like that. Because YOU BETTER WATCH OUT. (You better not cry! You better not pout, I'm telling you why! Lalal. I don't care what people say, I freaking LOVE Christmas music.))



As I posted this, I remembered that a lovely woman photographed me in this outfit and BAM! I came across it. I don't know how I just remembered that I was photographed, because I'm fairly certain that it blasted my smile and my ego about 718 degrees higher that day. But then again, you know, I'm used to it. I'm like a celebrity. BOW TO ME BITCHEZ. (I kid you, I kid you! I will use my celebrity powers (i.e. being on, like, three blogs and a twitter) to merely date Joseph Gordon Levitt and adopt babies with trendy names.)

(Jumpsuit - Vintage $5, Blazer - Value Village $4, Denim Shirt - Mum's from the 90s, Bracelets - H&M, Shoes - Vintage $34, Headband - Value Village $3)

On a completely different note, I've recently been having a bit of money struggles. Not in the sense of lack of money - but in the contrary. I know it's ~tacky~ to talk about money, but I'm a ~tacky~ one, so I'm just going with what I got! Frankly, I'm a lucky girl. It's not like my family is farting dollar bills or throwing change in garbage cans (Daniel Meade, that means you! Ugly Betty reference that no one will get because that show ended, like, 6 years ago. Yup, I'm still obsessed). But, yes, I have been incredibly lucky growing up. My family isn't, like, ~loaded~, but I have been really fortunate to have really incredible opportunities - such as an amazing education and travel experience - that I know a lot of people don't have. And sometimes I feel guilty.

I'm working with people that are paying for their own rent, their own university tuition. While I'm obviously not going to be financially dependent on my parents for my entire existence, I know that they would be willing to help me out to ensure that I get the education or the opportunities I need for personal growth. And sometimes I feel guilty. My parents work hard. They both came from low class families and worked hard and continue to work hard to provide for me and my sister. But it's like, What did we do to deserve this? Why are people my age fighting for things like education or a home? Things that I've generally taken for granted? Why do I get this lifestyle? And sometimes I feel guilty.

I find myself trying to compensate for my fortunate upbringing by trying to help others. I try to volunteer or feed the homeless or do anything that I can do because I can do it. I can definitely attest to my parents for ingraining the value of money and the importance of helping others in my mind. But still. I work hard, and I will always work hard, but I also know that my parents are able to support my dreams - education, traveling - financially, which is a definite luxury and I feel incredibly lucky but also incredibly torn. Because WHY? Why do I deserve this?! Why do I get this luxury? And I know that I'm a good person and I'm not a spoiled brat and I don't take my things for granted, but I also know that I have and I've had a lot of things and opportunities and experiences that people my age simply don't have because $dollaz$ don't grow on trees.

I've always been aware of the discrepancy between our Western lifestyle and one in a developing country, but I'm also becoming more aware of the discrepancy between my own upbringing and that of many other youth. It's just this bizarre battle between gratitude and guilt, intertwined with questions of why?

That's all.

PHEW. This actually took a lot of time to write because my mind has been rumbling and mumbling and broiling and battling and I know that it's an uncomfortable or sensitive or controversial topic. I didn't know whether to post this. But guess what I did? Yeah, I posted it. Obviously. You are reading this. Duh!

THOUGHTS? What kind of financial upbringing did you have? How has it affected you?

Ahem, so until next time! (Let's be frank, WHO KNOWS WHEN THAT WILL BE?!) I hope you all have a really splendid day/ week/ life in the meantime! Hugs and kisses!

13-year-old "couples" are hilarious.

Dear friends! Howdy, hello, you know the drill! I was mentally scrummaging through old photos - MAN THERE ARE A MULTITUDE - and I figured it was time to post. And the rest was history... Not really. But I'm posting now. Because I have a lot of pictures to post. (And so the circle of Lexy's rambles begin...) Particularly since this number boasts BARE legs, a concept that has been struck foreign due to blistering winds and chilly weather and general winterisaroundthecornerness. I.e. Yeah, welcome to an outfit that was worn awhile back! Hip hip hooray! But whatevz, brah. Vintage is in. Or something. Okay, awkward-ness still exists, so I'll just power on...

As you, dear stalkers - ahem, regular readers (LUV U), are well aware (i.e. refer to, um, every outfit post, pretty much), I have the tendency to overwear these dear flowers. As in every day. As in, "Wow, Lexy, you really like those flowers" - voice in my head (I wanted to write coworker because it seemed like a plausible comment. At last, by magic, no one has ever made that comment and I didn't want to be a LIAR to you folks). Story time, children. Once upon a time, I was walking downtown and realized that the turquoise one was missing. I was a little gloomy. Sad face. The end. THAT'S RIGHT. My dear collection has been dwindled down, but I have my fingers crossed that maybe a small child or a wondering soul or maybe even a homeless man has found it is doing something wonderful and creative with it. Hip hip hooray for lost treasures being found? PLEASE?



Not much is going on over at this end. Or, on the contrary, much is going on over at this end, but not much worth droning on and on and onnnnn about. I've recently been thinking about relationships and chemistry and what kind of people I'm generally compatible with. I find myself more hip-hip-hooray-yadda-yadddaaa around more mild/ timid people, and I'm more mild/ timid around really outspoken/ loud people. I DON'T KNOW, whhadddup with that? My personality can certainly be quite bi-polar and extremist in that sense. I also do not gel well with people that whine. It's something to do with my obnoxious peppy-ness that doesn't seem to vibe well with negative thoughts. (Seriously. The most commonly used word in the Dictionary of Lexy's life is "Yay." I am a five year old, really.) I guess I'm just like, you know, a lost soul trying to find my tribe. I probably never will, just because I just said, "I'm a lost soul trying to find my tribe." Who says that? Besides 80-year-old hippies on acid? Are they my tribe? Should I Kijiji that shizzz? WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? I need to eat breakfast. Peace owwwt, lovely people. Peace.

What kind of people do YOU generally get along with?

(Dress - Vintage $5, Shirt - Thailand, Broaches - Nepal, Belt - Thrifted $1, Socks - Dollarama $0.50, Shoes - Salvation Army $7)

christmas decorations in november are ridiculous. (but secretly make me extremely joyous)

Hello friends!!!! Today is sunny. I'm going to make a super speedy post so I can get a dose of that sparkling goodness, before shimmying my way to work for a closing shift. Hip hip hooray! I'll be frank (but in an elusive, clever, somewhat mysterious-can-you-solve-the-puzzle?-oooooh-way) (perhaps defeating the whole "being frank" thing, but I've always liked that as a bold transition/ sentence starter): you know how, back in the day (read: September), I boldly proclaimed a drawing a day goal? And you know how I'm, like, not the most prompt with posting? BAM! This post in a conversion of these two elements. A fusion, if you will. Simply said, here are some-not-so-prompt-postings-of-pictures-painted-in-Ptember. (By "painted," I mean "drawn." And by "Ptember," I mean "September." There was this alliteration thing going on and I didn't want to ruin the rhythm. You know it, brah!!!)

Skimming through these doodles, I see that there's a major "star" motif going on in my drawings (pfft, stars. What self-obsessive drawing-whores!) Fact: I'm a huge sucker for stars. In short, THEY ARE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS EVER. I love looking up in the universe and just realizing how fucking insignificant we are. But not in a, "ZOMG I'M INSIGNIFICANT" kind of way, but more of a "ZOMG I'M INSIGNIFICANT SO I MAY AS WELL DO WHAT I WANT IN LIFE" kind of way. I love that feeling. I find it very empowering. To me, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that there are other worlds out there. It'd be almost selfish to think elsewise. We have our own star (the sun) and our own galaxy. But looking at all the stars out there, it's like, "Bam! There are a billion of stars, that are probably suns, that have their own galaxy, with their own beautiful moments and creatures and whatttt?" One of my favourite memories of my entire life is being on a mountain in Nepal and the entire sky was twinkling like... I can't even describe it. I couldn't stop pinching myself, asking, "Is this real life?!" My two friends and I just camped out in our sleeping bags and talked about life and existing and, seriously, such a beautiful moment. We basically concluded that life was short and we should do what we love.

Also, when I was little, there was nothing more I wanted than to have a star of my own. Seriously. I honestly believed that I could pluck a star from the sky and keep it in my closet. I had a vision that, in the middle of the night - when I couldn't sleep, after a nighmare, or just because - I would open my closet and light would radiate from a fish tank that carried a star. Every year, I am more and more disappointed that this cannot be true...

Anyways. What a spontaneous, blabby post! I fully intended to have an awkward blurb (refer to: awkward blurb at beginning of post) and then a "Have a beautiful day xxx!" to end it. So I guess we've reached that point.

Have a beautiful day! Smile to strangers! xxxx
Tell me about a magical moment in your life!

if you are looking for a sign to clean your room then THIS IS IT

I've just completed cleaning my room and my satisfactory level has increased EXPONENTIALLY. Looking around at my CLEAN vacuumed floor and CLEAN neat shelves and CLEAN straight closet simply makes me feel GLORIOUS. Like I'm, you know, THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD. NO BIG FREAKING DEAL. Oh, and, just by the way, can you tell that I have no life? Whatsoever? Whatever. You make fun of me. I'm just basking in the cleanliness of my clean room SHBAM. Hear that? It's the sound of ENVY. Your envy.

And no, I'm not posting pictures of my room or anything. That snidbit was way irrelevant. I'm just bragging so you guys remember just how ~awesome~ and ~beyondcool~ I am. Obviously. What I am posting (smooth transition, you dig?!) are outfit shots! HOORAY! I wore this outfit awhile back, but posting is occurring now. I'm prompt like that. (Sorry!!!)

There's something about this obnoxious combination of patterns that reminds me of kaleidoscopes. (Can we please just take a second to praise the KALEIDOSOCOPES?! They're freaking genius. A simple idea, yet HOURS of joy. Nope, just me?) I guess you could say that I'm satisfied with this connection.


I'm obsessed with rainbow nails. THEY COMPLIMENT MY OUTFITS SO WELL HOLY MOLY I FREAK OUT EVERY TIME. I'm such a five year old at heart, it's borderline a problem. Borderline. Give it a five years when I'm beginning a "real" career and becoming a "real" adult and my finger nails are still every freaking colour of the rainbow. I'm so going to be one of "those" grown-ups. (You know, like Ms. Frizzle. I loved her.)


Today was a good day. I was sitting on the subway, smiling to myself. I have the tendency to do that. Just smile at myself. Like I'm a pedophile. Smiling at children. Small children. BUT I'M NOT!!!! PINKY PROMISE!!! Ahem. So now that we've determined that I was smiling to myself, yet I am not a pedophile, I will continue with my (not so) remarkable story. I was smiling at myself because today was a good day. Why? I'm not entirely sure. In theory, it really shouldn't have been: it consisted of waking up early after little sleep (the whole closing-shift-and-opening-shift-the-next-day-and-one-hour-commute is not an appealing combination, TRUST ME) to a seven hour shift and no evening plans. And that's essentially all that happened. (Of course, we later found out that cleaning my room was on the agenda, which simply elevated the whole "good day" thing.) (We get it; I HAVE NO LIFE.) It was a friendly day, chatting to costumers, and running around, and it was fun. I've really realized how much happiness is in our control. I woke up thinking, "You know what? I'm going to have a good day" AND I DID. Magic! It could have been grumpy and grouchy and long, but I decided to turn into a cheery little muffin top and the day passed by! WOOHOO!

As I was basking in the goodness of the day, I thought to myself, "You know, it's the outlook that determines the outcome." I really thought I was getting at something. Heck, the words "future" and "Oprah" came to mind! THE OUTLOOK DETERMINES THE OUTCOME. Lexy, you're brilliant! I was going to preach my genius new proverb on the blog when I thought, "Ho hum, perhaps I should Google it in case of some-other-genius-already-said-this-profound-saying-before-me." Turns out, someone did. I guess my brilliance just transcends through the ages. WHATS UP WITH DAT?! Nonetheless, I completely believe that an obnoxiously positive and optimistic attitude is - perhaps naive - but totally the way to go! Negative thoughts do no good. The other day, a woman was bitching about the lateness of the bus and I just thought to myself, "Well, golly, woman. Your bitching ain't going to make the bus come any faster!"

In conclusion, be obnoxiously chipper. It's fun. Life is too short to dwell on things beyond your control and to be a grumpy grey cloud. xoxoxo TILL NEXT TIME.

What are your happiness philosophies? Would you say that you are a "happy" person?


(Blazer - Value Village $3.50, Shirt - Value Village $3.50, Skirt - Value Village $5, Shoes - Vintage $15, Broaches - Nepal, Hair bow - Vintage $3, Rainbow nails - Visit to Shoppers Drugmart and pretending to test out their different colours $free)