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changes and confessions, day 13;

Posted on March 3, 2011 by Mackenzie

{dress, thrifted; belt, thrifted; tights, belks; shoes, free!}

i don’t know if it has been quite evident or not, but i’ve been feeling quite off lately. perhaps it is my jet lag (i can still get away with that, right?). or the fact that i’m in limbo (wishing it was with leo dicaprio) in terms with my moving soon (!!) and trying to figure out all of my school stuff (more on that later), but i’ve been feeling like my head is in an another world.

when i’m at work it literally takes me 3-5 seconds to drift off into my own world; this world is filled with puppies, and books, and non-floridian weather. weekend trips to cape cod and studying late at night with a thermos of coffee. learning about theatre during the holocaust, children’s literature, and universal grammar. and not explaining directions to nearby roller coasters to tourists for 8 hours every day.

needless to say, it’s been hard for me to stay present with so many exciting changes occurring within the next 1-3 months (holy moly). i just need to keep reminding myself that weeknight visits to goodwill and chipotle with my mom, snuggling with my dog, and screaming to adele in the car with mother dearest are precious moments that i need to savor.

whoa, too much deep contemplation for today. time to get to the light and fluffy now, shall we?!?

a few weeks ago i was honored to have been awarded a stylish blogger award from my dear friend fabienne (i am literally on my knees, bowing down yelling “i am not worthy! i am not worthy!” as i type this, fabienne!), upon accepting this award i have to confess seven facts about myself and then tag some other bloggers i’d like to get to know better!

1. i can basically subsist on puppy kisses alone. i swear it. all i need is a tail wag as i come through the door when i come home from work and i turn into a puddle like i’m alex mack. *

2. i fixate on things. hard core. for example, when i participated in nanowrimo last november i listened to only one cd when i wrote the novel: “the rhumb line” by ra ra riot. i read "born standing up” by steve martin twice in one week. and i can watch the same episode of snl over and over again, as well as the same cds over and over. and i watched “amelie” approximately 27 times in one month. this all usually annoys my roommates, but i can’t help it! i like what i like!

3. i’m a huge nerd. this really isn’t a confession or news. i’m just a big nerd, plain and simple. studying for 16 hours over the course of a weekend in my senior year was not out of the ordinary (sigh. ap biology. ugh). and i blame rory gilmore for being my enabler for this type of behavior in high school. yes, rory gilmore was my studying inspiration in high school. yes, i had something called a “studying inspiration” in high school. i wish i was kidding.

4. becoming a vegan was possibly one of the best decisions i have ever made. i’ve been lactose intolerant/borderline allergic since i was basically since i was a wee little mackenzie. and it took me nineteen years to realize that i don’t have to hobble around with stomach pains! what a startling discovery! i am in love with veganism, and basically want to have a platonic love-square with isa chandra moscowitz, terry hope romero, and dreena burton. holla at me, ladies.

5. I’M MOVING TO BOSTON!!!! (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) it’s been killing me with suspense, i’m so glad i can finally yell it from the blog rooftops now!

6. as of this summer (if all my financial aid pans out) i will be a student at a pretty serious school in boston. i’ll reveal which one it is once all my proverbial ducks are in a row and i’m fully registered! can i get a hell yeah for finally getting back to school, ladies?!

7. things i’ve never done: grown my hair past my shoulders, had a man-friend, had a friend named melvin (i’d like this one to change), owned a cat (surprisingly), been to europe. things i have done: gotten backstage twice! (one was vampire weekend, swoon), rock climbed, gotten a tattoo, watched the entire “gilmore girls” series twice**. in less than one year.

and now to tag some lovely ladies i’d luuuurve, luff, and loave to know better!

emily from say anything

chelsea from the triumphs and blunders of a kooky gal

anna, from little reminders of love

erin, from better than bland

maya, from the collegiate gourmande

danielle, from a nourishing glimpse

hannah, from as simple as that

xoxo!

*if you got that reference, you are officially my favorite person ever. EVER.

**i may or may not be listening to the “gilmore girls” soundtrack as i type this.

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crashes and cupcakes, day 12;

Posted on February 27, 2011 by Mackenzie

{cardigan, thrifted; skirt, thrifted (h&m); belt, thrifted; shoes, ross; tights, belks;}

guys. i had a totally amazing and meaty post written up neatly for you all. it had intrigue! and mystery! and my reveal of where i’m moving to! (woo!) and even an award and some secrets to be revealed.

and then my computer crashed. and then i got sad and disappointed for approximately 3 minutes.

and then i realized that disappointment and sadness over technology shouldn’t last more than that.

so i got over it.

and made red velvet cupcakes.

i have virtual cupcakes for all of you as an apology for the brevity and lack of intrigue in this post. but then again, maybe this is just me building suspense?

who knows? all i know is i have an oscar party awaiting me and my knee socks, and approximately 2.56 cupcakes with my name on them. and about 2 hours of pining over camera shots of jesse eisenberg in a tux at the oscars.

have a good night lovelies!

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jet-lagging on day 11;

Posted on February 23, 2011 by Mackenzie

{sweater, thrifted; shorts, thrifted; beanie, target; shoes, target;}

does anyone know what’s the actual cut-off day for when you can’t pass off feelings of nausea and slow reaction times to “jet lag”?

‘cause i’ve definitely had slow reaction times and faulty decision making, such as…

…probably wearing this sweater more than any other piece of clothing in my closet. even if i’m wearing an otherwise cute outfit, i almost always slip this sweater over it (i’m one of those freakish floridians that is always cold. yes, even in summer). which is funny because i only bought this sweater when i was freezing my buns off (i’m all for using anatomically correct terms) and bought it randomly at a thrift store on the way to a rehearsal at a theatre i was performing at. and you can guess what season it was.

…getting on my roof again for some prime outfit photo-taking. probably risking my life and dignity and my lady parts being seen by all of the senior citizens that live in my neighborhood. then again, they might have been watching jeopardy! while this photo was being taken, so i might be off the hook.

…not really knowing when i last washed my hair when this photo was taken. (don’t judge me, judge frontier airlines for my jet lag). thank you, target beanie, for helping me pull of that disheveled man-is-it-bad-if-i-febreze-my-hair? look.

…you didn’t hear that from me.

…considering just eating pretzels and hummus for the rest of my days.

…on my roof. just taking pictures of myself in outfits. can i get a degree in that?

i am mackenzie, earning a degree in hummus consumption, outfit pictures, poetry and quotation appreciation. with a minor in perpetual jetlag.

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30-in-50, right?!;

Posted on February 19, 2011 by Mackenzie

{top, thrifted; maxi skirt, forever 21; belt, thrifted; shoes, urban outfitters (DONOTBUYTHESE);}

the jig is up. my 30-in-30 is a total sham. if it had a nose, it would be at least 9 feet long, and growing. on its way to getting its own zip code. true story.

sometimes i pile up goals and challenges for myself. it’s just in my nature. i’ve always felt this irrepressible need to be a jill-0f-all trades. and not in a bad way, i totally enjoy it but sometimes this just gets me knee deep in silly endeavors i truly don’t have time for, or have already started eight other projects

“how about i master reiki this month? and read eight books?! sounds good, self” is not an abnormal thought process for me.

{the campanile @ uc berkeley}

perhaps i shouldn’t have taken on this challenge when i knew i would be traveling lots (and wanting to just wear sweatshirts in my hostel with some take-out thai food and talk to kooky hostelmates). but i don’t regret it. it’s definitely stopped me from wearing college sweatshirts and my bike shorts everyday.

{cheezin’ with my girl, gg bridge. jacket, gap; shorts, thrifted; tights, forever 21; scarf, anthro; secret sweatshirt underneath, uc berkeley student store, i wasn’t joking; }

and i love, love, love posting outfits up here on my little blog-child (don’t lie, your blog is your child too, right?!). you all are so encouraging and flattering and definitely give me a little skip in my step everyday when i see your lovely comments.

so bear with me, loves. homegirl will get to thirty. but it might be a 30-in-50. that way, you will (hopefully) see outfits that don’t include spandex and college sweatshirts from places i’ve never attended? (sorry, future man-friend. i have an impressive collection. and no, i’m not getting rid of them.)

{this is my “i just walked 13 miles and the golden gate bridge. i’mma eat soup in a breadbowl sooooo good” face.}

-xoxo

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the art of getting lost on day 7;

Posted on February 12, 2011 by Mackenzie

{sweater, thrifted; skirt, forever 21; jewelry; thrifted; please excuse the major “derp”/stank face}

confession: i’m terrible at directions. i never seem to remember directions, either in a work-setting or with basic navigation. heck, i barely remember names of people i just met. and this makes traveling, well, interesting…

which is basically why it’s great that i travel by myself. i never have to worry about someone getting angry about getting on the wrong bus (like i did today) or forgetting bus transfer sheets, or street names. or basically anything useful that you’d like to think you would remember when you’re traveling.

no, i’d very much rather live in a world filled with sassy librarian outfits, getting mauled with love by bernese mountain dogs, all with background music provided by ra ra riot (preferably this song).

{macondray lane}

…and hopefully stumble upon my travel destinations, with the wiggle of my nose, snap of my fingers, or something equally as magical.

which is basically what happened today. i had high hopes of basically pillaging all of san francisco of its baked goods, smelly books, and park space.

but i ended up taking the wrong bus and getting lost in an area that i was not familiar with (don’t worry, it wasn’t sketch; it totally had a gap store, nullifying any of my worries of sketch-dom), and it was possibly the greatest thing that could have happened.

i just kind of walked around with my ra-ra-riot soundtracked world and…

i quickly plowed through city lights books. and plotted how i could fit the entire store in my classy jansport.

and definitely cleaned a plate-full of yellow curry at “tuk-tuk thai” (found on accident). where i was greeted by the most precious waiters on the face of the earth and oodles of motivational posters (with golfers on them, i kid you not), that brought me back to my high school guidance counselor’s office.

{washington square park}

and then was promptly hit on by a somewhat-creepy dude when i was just trying to enjoy my book in washingston square park (also found on accident). our conversation may have gone as such:

rando creepy dude: …so can i get your number?

me: sorry, but i have a boyfriend (LIES. ALL LIES).

rando: what, is he the jealous type?

me: yeah, jesse (as in jesse eisenberg. i scare myself sometimes) is definitely the jealous type.

then stumbled upon grace cathedral. and was just in awe for about 2 hours of my life straight. i kid you not. modeled after the notre dame cathedral?! with a recreation of ghiberti’s famous doors?! swoon.

but being my 80 year old self, my 9 o’ clock bedtime is calling my name, and my “boyfriend” jesse eisenberg is awaiting me for ~~totally pirating “the social network”~~ cuddle time.

sigh, you know how fake boyfriends are…

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puppies and palaces and st. peter, day 6;

Posted on February 10, 2011 by Mackenzie

{top, gap; tank top, forever 21; jeans, forever 21; shoes, urban outfitters}

(self timer win! this will also be on the cover of my remix of “the bed intruder song”, dropping next week.)

guys, i really don’t think my night of sleep has helped me shake off my “inception” style dream sequence.

i feel like i’m in heaven.

i legitimately thought i died. in between getting mauled with puppy love and kisses by five (COUNT ‘EM) five bernese mountain dogs (my favorite), eating chili overlooking golden gate bridge, and the fact that i feel like the dr.scholls angels blessed my obscenely cheap shoes, i feel like i was in heaven today.

see? heaven. you can clearly see that i am near the pearly gates of heaven (or the palace of fine arts), and st. peter is totally about to pass me a soy mocha latte, a puppy, and a kindle filled with lots of crappy young adult fiction. heaven, guys.

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a date with a french man, day 5;

Posted on February 9, 2011 by Mackenzie

{coat, gap; dress, thrifted; belt, thrifted; tights, forever 21;}

i know i speak a lot about my eight year old self. so much that my 15 year old self is getting pretty sassy and feeling left out. but my 15 year old self was definitely fulfilled yesterday.

get this, I WAS TEN FEET AWAY FROM YANN TIERSEN !

if we stretched out our little hands, i’m sure we could have had an epic high-five.

not that i imagined that or anything.

the man’s music single-handedly got me through high school. every night of studying was narrated by his lovely music. each time i highlighted a vocabulary term, or had to memorize steps of mitosis, you best believe that that man’s music was in the background, helping me figure out what the crap telophase was.

so, being me, i’m going to count that as a date with a french man.(check that off the bucket list). don’t tell yann.

yann tiersen himself, february 2011;

also, continuing on with the theme of things i would do, i left my packing for my san francisco trip until after the yann tiersen concert. so the coffee pictured above was greatly appreciated.

which basically equates to me sleeping for one hour. and having the delusional urge to hit every san franciscan i come in contact with, with a loaf of sourdough bread.

i’m actually not even sure i’m writing this post right now. this might be some “inception” dream scenario.

francophilia overload (“amelie” and the house from “madeline”. just, don’t even ask. the delusion started early.

where am i?

yeah, i need a nap.

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she climbin in yo’ windows, snatchin’ yo outfits up, day 4;

Posted on February 7, 2011 by Mackenzie

{sweater, gap; skirt, thrifted (but from h&m); knee socks, gap; flats, thrifted;}

she climbin’ in yo’ windows, snatchin’ yo’ outfits up.

she gon’ find you (stupid camera charger), she gon’ find you (stupid camera charger).

tryna dress herself,

so ya’ll need to hide yo’ skirts, hide yo’ knee-socks’

hide yo’ skirts, hide yo’ knee-socks x 4’

and hide your gap sweaters
cuz they’re dressin’ errbody out here
you don’t have to come and confess
she’ lookin for you
she gon’ find you
she gon’ find you
so you can run and tell that,
run and tell that
run and tell that,

cam, cam, camera charrrrgerrr!

(yes, all these photos were taken out of my window, on my roof via my webcam due to the loss of my camera’s charger. i almost thought 1. everyone was going to see my business 2. i was going to die 3. i would never get “the bed intruder” song out of my head 4. i was going to lose followers because of the eloquence apparent in this post. sigh. the sacrifices i make. )

love love love!

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black swan and an outfit wasted, day 3;

Posted on February 6, 2011 by Mackenzie

{top, thrifted; scarf, gift from anthropologie; jeans, gap/angels from up above, facial expression, dork city: population me;}

i just have no words. this truly describes my disbelief that i am still doing this project. i think this was also after i looked at the photos i took of myself doing 1970’s jc penney catalogue model poses. that was scary. you don’t want to see those.

just imagine me hailing fake cabs and leaning casually against brick walls.

yeah, scary right?

but anywhosits, i was pretty proud of myself for this outfit, guys.

i know, i know. a shirt and jeans? being worthy of a pat on the back? or a gold star? considering that the most productive i got yesterday was checking off “shower” and “go see black swan” off my to-do list (just kidding, i did get a lot done, but those were the most noteworthy), i could have just put on my brother’s sweatshirt (foreshadowing) and my new gap jeans (love in the form of jeans) and just putzed around. i’m pretty proud i put on a fully functional outfit for the day.

sacrifices, guys. so many sacrifices. i even put on a scarf just for your viewing pleasure.

i kid.

but in between making an effort in dressing myself and practicing personal hygiene, i got my mind blown. repeatedly.

i saw “black swan”. and i finished the book “sarah’s key” (book review coming up), all within a few hours of each other.

honestly, i don’t understand how i’m a fully functional human being at this point. or that my heart ~~and ovaries~~ are not broken. and how i still think it’s an okay idea for me to pursue ballet classes.

needless to say, i found it necessary to mourn. and stay in bed all day today. and putz around the house in my brother’s sweat shirt and my spandex bike shorts.

i told you there was some foreshadowing!

and now it is 6 o’ clock in orlando and i’m just now taking a shower and getting dressed. and dag nabbit, i have a cute outfit on. but i also have a dead camera and plans to take this cute outfit to the concert i’m going to on tuesday.

so for today, i shall ask your forgiveness, and hope you take pity on my “wasted” outfit, and my broken ~~ovaries~~ heart.

this is my legitimate ‘tripod’. can you just imagine the fun i will have with the 30-in-30 when i get to san fran?!

and my “tripod” thanks you for allowing me to give it a break today, and we both want to wish you a most lovely sunday, darlings!

go have fun celebrating the puppy bowl, world nutella day(!!!), and that other thing people are celebrating today.

it’s slipping my mind what that other one is.

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la joie de vivre on day 2;

Posted on February 4, 2011 by Mackenzie

{cardigan, thrifted; “skirt”, free (don’t ask); top, thrifted; beanie, target;}

in the mornings i drink my cafe au (soy) lait. i pretend i can pull off a beanie. and i definitely try to wear my “bleu, blanc, et rouge”.

le sigh. to be a little french girl.

but then again, who says you have to be a french girl to have “la joie de vivre”?! HA not a chance. crass american girls like myself can pull off that joie and embrace their “raison d’etre”s with pizazz as well.

because after all i have oodles to look forward to:

-today was my last shift at work at ye olde theme park until after i get back from my trip to san fran. i celebrated by scaring the bejeezus out of myself on the rip ride rock-it and ~~a man in a woody woodpecker costume~~ woody woodpecker himself blew a kiss at me. -and my “skirt” is actually a pair of shorts! so much freedom! so much joie de vivre! vive la france!

-vive la skirts that are actually shorts!

besides, i’m not sure les femmes parisiennes could beat us american girls at twirling in skirt-shorts.

actually, i’d bet my beanie and my level two french knowledge on that one.

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Tag Archives: 30 in 30

changes and confessions, day 13;

crashes and cupcakes, day 12;

jet-lagging on day 11;

30-in-50, right?!;

the art of getting lost on day 7;

puppies and palaces and st. peter, day 6;

a date with a french man, day 5;

she climbin in yo’ windows, snatchin’ yo outfits up, day 4;

black swan and an outfit wasted, day 3;

la joie de vivre on day 2;

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