Grime, Route 9 and a Pit Stop at Purgatory Chasm

Today, I went to Grime and the Route 9 flea market in Worcester, MA with my sister and her roommate. Grime is a consignment store on Shrewsbury Street with both new and used clothing and accessories for women and men. Since I’ve been on a shopping spree, I refrained from buying all that I wanted. I went for a black and white western-style button-up with silver collar tips for only $12! There was a great selection of jewelry (which I refrained from buying since I just spent $60 at Bauble Bar) and shoes that couldn’t fit my child-sized feet. Overall, I really liked the environment of the store. The associate was friendly and the store wasn’t overwhelming packed with used finds.

Grime, Flea and PurgatoryThe flea market was located on 420 Boston Turnpike in a warehouse. We got there around 3 or 4, pretty late for a flea market visit, but there were still a good amount of vendors open. Most of them were knock-off bags, sunglasses and cell phone cases. When I visit a flea market, I like looking through vintage stuff. Thankfully, there was a section of patches, tea cups, CDs and much more in a corner of the warehouse. Once again, I tried to curb my shopping addiction and only purchased a $2 Rage Against the Machine CD.

Afterwards, we stopped by Purgatory Chasm State Reservation in Sutton. We walked around one path, but had to peace out shortly after arriving. It was nice to smell the air in the woods even hours after rain. There’s much more exploring that needs to be done!


Sephora’s Benefit Event

Benefit ClutchYesterday, Sephora had an event featuring Benefit’s gel They’re Real! push-up liner. Not only was it the day of the event, but also my sister’s birthday. I decided to sign up me, my sister and my niece for the free express eyes service using Benefit products. I’ve never really used many Benefit products in the past, but I’ve always admired the packaging.

My look was very bronze with my usual cat eye. First, Stay Don’t Stray primer was used on my eyelids. A bit of Creaseless cream shadow in Birthday Suit was mixed with They’re Real! remover to make a lighter bronze color. Then a cat eye was done, but a bit thicker than my usual look. They’re Real! mascara was wiggled on my eye lashes first on top, then from underneath going upward. My face was contoured using Hoola bronzing powder. Sun Beam highlighter was used on the top of my cheeks and under my eyebrows. Sugarbomb blush was used on the apples of my cheeks. I wish I could remember the lip color used, but it was hydra-smooth lip color in what I believe was tutti-fruit- a sheer coral. I also wish I took a better picture of my make up after it was done. What I did get a picture of was the awesome free make up bag that came with the express eye service, along with a sample of Stay Flawless primer.

Urban Decay 24/7 Velvet Glide-On Eye Pencil

I received a sample of Urban Decay’s 24/7 Velvet Glide-On eye pencil in one of my Ipsy bags and was so excited. Being a fan of Urban Decay’s cruelty-free approach, I couldn’t wait test out more products. I’ve given this eyeliner a try on more than one occasion and have unfortunately come to the conclusion that it isn’t for me. I have oily skin, which can affect the waterproof and long wear claims many eyeliners have. However, it isn’t that this eyeliner fades, but more so flakes as the day goes on.
Within the first few seconds of application, my eyes already became irritated from flakes of the eyeliner. I read on the Urban Decay website that the consistency is more powdery than the original 24/7 eye pencil. I found that this pencil doesn’t blend well nor does it work well for my skin. Reading other reviews, I was shocked to have this reaction. It might work great for others, but not for me.

Birthday Beauty

Most of my makeup comes from Sephora or Ulta. Luckily, these stores treat their buyers with birthday surprises! I picked these up yesterday and I can’t wait to use them. I got CK One mascara by Calvin Klein from Ulta and Makeup Forever mascara in Smoky Extravagant and Rogue Artist lipstick in Natural (N9).


A Goal Without A Plan Is Just A Wish

Have you ever had a goal so set in your mind, but are completely lost as to how to achieve it? I know exactly where I want to be when it comes to my career, but I have no idea how to get there. I’m sending out my cover letters and resume left and right, but once I mail them out my fate seems out of my hands. I want to work in fashion magazines and see the logistics of how the offices in the city work. I want to make contributions to outlets that young women turn to in terms of fashion, love, sex, beauty and careers. I’ve read articles about Condé Nast internships and how some interns have cried themselves to sleep, but in all reality you have to start somewhere. I’ll work as someone’s bitch if that’s what is needed to get my foot in the door. I’ll run across town to get coffee and pick up dry-cleaning and I’ll hate to love my own Miranda Priestley. My drive to even land an interview at my favorite magazines (Nylon, Cosmopolitan, Seventeen and Marie Claire) is overwhelming. I can feel this ball in my chest and I don’t know how to overcome it.

There are people who land internships with big-name magazines, many who are younger than me, and I wonder: how do they do it? In the fashion industry, everyone says it’s all about who you know. Well, I don’t know anyone. So, how does that work out? How do I catch a fashion assistant’s eye without getting a restraining order? My plan is in the works. Oh so slowly, but surely, in the works.

This situation also makes me wonder: am I setting myself up for failure? I’m a psychology major and a journalism minor, both fields in which I’m in no way guaranteed job security. There are moments when I’m excited for an uncertain future with so many possibilities. Then there are moments when my eyes water and I think that I dream so big that I’m bound to fall flat on my face. I try not to think about the latter, but it’s normal to have moments of doubt and it’s also normal to have moments of confidence. I’m floating in between. It’ll be interesting to see where I end up.

The Never-Ending Flight and Relaxation Day One

I underestimated how long the flight was going to be. After the flight to Australia I thought I could handle anything, but for whatever reason, the first flight is always the worst. New York to Frankfurt, Germany was about 7-8 hours, Germany to Singapore was around 12-13 hours and Singapore to Denpasar was around 2-3 hours. Can’t forget to mention I sat in a middle seat for the first two flights. I had to keep reminding myself about the destination and how the flight would be so worth it.
Bali_8905When we finally made it to Dragonfly Village, I wanted to pass out immediately. Instead of giving in to jet lag, I walked around and took some pictures even though pictures could never capture how beautiful the village is.

Bali_8982Our first real day started out with sipping a cup of lemongrass tea while looking out into the rice paddies during a morning rain shower. Then we took a quick walking tour of the village. The rest of the day was all about us. There was nothing planned except for massages, which left time for exploring the village and hanging out by the salt water pool. Our professor told us about inexpensive hair treatments at a spa down the road from our village, so that was one of the first things I wanted to check off my me-day list. My room mate and I booked a hair appointment in the morning and scheduled our massages  for the late afternoon.  The hair treatment was…interesting. More so painful than interesting. I was hesitant to say anything because I wasn’t sure if a significant amount of pressure was necessary for the treatment to work well. However, a day at the spa shouldn’t feel as if someone is burrowing through my skull. I must have made a face or something, since I was asked if the pressure was too much. There was a man getting the same hair treatment who also asked for less pressure, so I didn’t feel too bad asking for softer hands. My massage experience was oddly similar and I ended up limping back to my room from the hard pressure of my calves being massaged. I’m starting to think more fragile than I would like to admit.

Throughout the relaxation day and writing this now, I was and still am feeling guilty. It sounds a little ridiculous feeling guilty for relaxing, but I felt guilty for spending money on myself. For the sake of the trip, the meals, housing and activities were all inclusive because we paid for them in advance. After four years of college and starting and ending senior year on the Dean’s List, I think a little self-love wouldn’t hurt. Everyone deserves to treat themselves to something once in a while.Bali_8988Bali_9022Bali_9044

One Week Until Bali

In one week, I’ll make my way across the world to Bali, Indonesia for the class “QU 301: Can Yoga Save the World?” During this trip, the class with practice yoga and go on excursions every day. We’ll be staying at the Dragonfly Village in Ubud. I’ve never been to Bali, but I’m already in love with it. I hope my high expectations don’t hinder my experience, but with a positive mindset I think I’ll be very content with the trip.

Similar to my semester-long abroad experience in the Gold Coast, I signed up for this trip solo. I didn’t really think about the social aspect of it, but simply being able to experience the culture even if it’s only for a few days. I’m acquaintances with two or three out of the 22 or 23 people in the class, but I’m really not worried about it. The class has only met about four times this semester and the trip is the most time we’ll all spend together. Some people signed up together, so hopefully they’re open to meeting others. Whatever happens, these next few days can’t go by faster.

The Day After Graduation

My Graduation CapThe day after graduation was an interesting one, although nothing can beat the day of it. From the very beginning I was stressed. Naturally, I waited until last minute to pack up what was left of my room and I envisioned myself walking across the stage and face planting from the height of my wedges. I drove 20 minutes to the mall in Meriden to fix a cellphone plan that I realized is a death trap (AT&T’s Next plan isn’t for me) and in the words of the sales associate who helped me out “everything that could have gone wrong did.” I had to get another new phone and it took some time, but it worked out in the end. I hurried home to shower and my family arrived shortly after. My dad started bugging me about one of my tires, which was brand new, but slightly soft from all the pot holes on New Road. My family left to eat and I was left to fix my face and mentally prepare myself for the symbolic end of my undergraduate career.

I went to go pick up a friend and realized that I left my tassel at home. The College of Arts and Sciences were told to meet in Tator Hall at 5 p.m. and it was around 4:50 p.m. Parking wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be, so there was some hope for a better day.

The soon-to-be-graduates took their places in line and we were supposed to head out onto the quad around 5:45. A professor came out and told us there was a delay due to the commencement speaker, Andrew Jenks, being late. Some people started tweeting at him, which was horrible since the delay wasn’t his fault. There was a security threat, which ultimately led to the moving of graduation from the quad to the TD Bank Sports Center at York Hill. Throughout the ceremony, I didn’t really know much of the details. When I got home, I checked Twitter and saw the article by NBC Connecticut explaining that Danielle Shea, who dropped out of Quinnipiac last year, attempted to cancel graduation via bomb threats because she was collecting tuition checks and wasn’t actually graduating when her parents were expecting to see her walk the stage. Words couldn’t describe how angry and upset I was about this situation; anger from her selfishness and sadness from the missed traditional opportunity to graduate on the quad.

Time has passed and the important thing is that I was able to participate in the commencement ceremony for the class of 2014 rather than in the winter or next spring. Considering the circumstances, Quinnipiac got their stuff together pretty fast and our commencement speaker was great. He was just the right about of funny and motivational with his speech about passion and curiosity. It was exactly what I needed to hear to reassure myself that I am exactly where I need to be right now. At the end of the day, no matter how hectic it was, we made it and we walked across that stage. As for the bomb threat, Shea may have ruined the College of Arts and Sciences graduation on the quad, but she ruined her life. Good luck in the future, girl.

Quinnipiac University’s Earth Day Fair

My Earth Day Fashion Show Dress

Photo by Peter Hvizdak

Today, Quinnipiac students, clubs and local vendors celebrated our beautiful Earth on the quad. There were free flowers, animals, jewelry and food trucks- a few of my favorite things. There was also a sustainable fashion show that I designed and created a dress for. The theme of my dress was “Quinnipiac athletics”. The base of the dress was a black spandex tube top dress. I wanted to top to look like a corset with lacing up the back. The middle area was made out of tickets cut into sections. The chest was made out of almond shaped tickets placed in a way to look like sea shells (I don’t know how else to describe it). The skirt was made out of a yellow table cloth with stripes of athletics pamphlets. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to see the models walk down the “runway”, but I was able to see pictures that were taken by the New Haven Register. A makeup artist painted beautifully colored butterflies around the models eyes and some even had rhinestones framing their faces. Although it didn’t take long after I decided what I wanted my dress to look like, I’m so proud of my work and the work of the other designers.

I also have to mention that there was a 30 pound bunny at the fair. It was as big as a medium-sized dog and I wish I got to pet it or at least see it hop around. :( My eyes lit up as soon as I saw it. Sometimes it’s a little embarrassing how much of an animal lover I am.




Coming Out of Hibernation

I’ve been in hibernation from the world for 3 days and hibernation from this blog for about 2 months. After sulking in the guilt of being practically immobile for 72 hours, I’ve decided to come out of hibernation. I finally turned my phone back on, actually checked Instagram and got a manicure. Isn’t it sad that these things consist of being a functioning human nowadays? Although I despise my phone, try to stray from social media and can’t stand painting my nails, anything is better than creating a permanent indent on my twin XL bed. Aside from sounding like a complete millennial, I’m alive and kicking. I even wanted to go to the gym today (keyword: wanted). It’s the though that counts, right?