Keep calm and twirl.

Is that a neighbour I see hoping into my picture? Pssh.

Outfit Details:

Bright Red Shirt - Target

Skinnies - Target

Sandini Leather Boots - Nordstrom Rack

Lace Detailed Trenchcoat - Target

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Target plugs - totally unintentional. 

Anywho, the weather around these parts is cooling off for the season, and I think we've finally entered the fall. I took the opportunity to wear this trench that I bought about a year ago and neglected in my lonely coat closet. Poor thing. 

Speaking of seasonal changes, I love the fall. Allow me to explain why: (cue the list!)

1. There are no bugs. No bees, no flies, no mosquitos. It's fantastic. You might say the winter also lacks these things - which, it does, but the winter isn't quite as fantastic for another reason.Which brings us to...

2. The weather is perfect. Unlike the winter, which is cold and dreary. I'll take a light breeze over a cold gale gust any day.

3. The colours are better. Sure - the flowers are nice in spring, the summer is nice and green but the fall has variety. It has shades of oranges, browns and touches of pinks and purples. 

And probably the most applicable to this blog:

4. The fashion options are innumerable. The summer consists of shorts and tanks, the winter of bulky coats and red noses, and the spring is neither here nor there, and all your outfits are kind of confused. The fall is the perfect blend of choices. 

That's not to say that the fall isn't without flaws, because there are plenty. Cue the next list!

1. The common cold strikes in the fall. The evil, energy-draining monstrosity known to us as the Rhinovirus. Blegh. I can just feel my sinuses hurting and my coughing beginning.

2. School starts in the fall. That's not to say I don't like school - it's just that when it starts it's hard to get into the swing of things, and the nasty cold you inevitably develop will keep you from operating on all cylinders.

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So, from this we can deduce that I'm coming down with a cold. Probably. Maybe it's just the sudden weather change playing games with my allergies. But, I'm pretty sure the sickness is coming. Which is unfortunate, because the schoolwork is piling up. Must. Boost. Immune. System.

Departing from that - in my mad rush to get ahead on my school work, I've completed a few vocabulary activities to get some extra points.

You might notice the rather awkward and glaring vocabulary words, but I rather like I poem I came up with (hmm - arrogance?) so here goes:

Fanatics have a certain predilection

For everything others don’t.

Ideologies that seem to us,

Much stranger than fiction.

There’s a certain apprehension

I feel in my stomach these days

When I pass through my neighborhood

And notice these breakaway factions.

I’d love to call them heathen

And consider them the world’s trash.

But I can’t help myself to wonder

If it would be right to begrudge them so.

To call their ideas gibberish

To call them abominations

To call upon my most vindictive self

And put them in some subservient position.

The temptation is formidable and almost too great

But conjures up the images

Of things I so hope to avoid.

Of some kind of junta

Hell-bent on keeping their kind

In their place.

Of people with a defeated sense of deference

But try hopelessly to ingratiate themselves

To no avail.

Of an inert society

Exuding the smell of stagnation

Whose only titillation

Comes from the special suffering

Of these chosen few.

I wonder sometimes

At all the exaltation

For the ideas we hold so dear

And wonder sometimes even more

If we are not prodigiously dissembled.

Are you innocent

When another corroborates your story

But you both lie through your teeth?

I wake up some mornings

And my mind greets me with trepidation

Of this war within me.

I wonder if I should

Condemn those who differ.

But more often I wonder,

Should I too be questioning what’s right?

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Take from it what you will - or just skip over it; whatever strikes your fancy.

On a side note, I use the word "I" way too much. My blog is starting to sound like a personal shrine or something. Ick. That needs fixing. And all this talk about school. Pssh. School.

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Until tomorrow (or maybe a few days - things are getting hectic up in here!)~

Jenna B.