I picked out what YOU are wearing for Memorial Day. You’re Welcome.

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If you are unemployed, the natural thing to want to do constantly is buy things.

I seriously believe that it is possible that I am genetically programmed to have that desire…. but regardless of my disposition to purchase:   I can’t.

With the holiday weekend rapidly approaching, it is difficult to ignore sale sign after sale signs.  I’ve tried to put together some patriotic outfits for the prep with her pockets lined with a bit more cash than me.

Here are some suggestions of appropriate attire to celebrate Memorial Day in:

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I love the color and flattering bikini top style.  I purposely picked this lightweight tunic because it could double as a swimsuit cover up.  After all, Memorial day is a frequent date for when the pools open here (upnorth).  And of course the cutesy bow is the perfect dash of prep and class on such a casual holiday.

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I don’t have the stomach to rock that crop top, but since I am “buying” for YOU I figure why not?  Stripes are so in this season.  The high-low skirt is so flowy and cute, also very trendy.  I would certainly wear that.  And how can you not use a new pair of gladiators? Especially white ones.. white sandals are made to be replaced.

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The faded shorts could be a Pinterest DIY I’m sure.  Dress them up with this peplum style top, just be careful as you apply Rihanna’s newest lipstick (collab with MAC cosmetics), I’ve heard it stays on forever :*

So ladies, think of me when you get loads of compliments on Memorial Day.  It was impossible to write this post without Gwen Stefani’s “Rich Girl” going through my head…

Allison

Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together

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I’m not sure where to begin, a lot of great things have been happening. This weekend was spent shopping, living at my grandparents house with my cousin (unsupervised, we were practically adults :O), and sleeping in.  I got a pedicure, crab legs, a maxi dress, and gorgeous weather.

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On friday, I found out about my grades too!

I didn’t end up attending the HCCC graduation, my diploma will come in the mail..

I was a little bummed about this originally, but honestly who wants to sit in a horrific green graduation gown even if it is made out of recycled water bottles?

I got my fill of sitting in one place for a few hours at my brother’s confirmation Sunday anyways.

So, back to my grades:

4.0.

I know that some debby downers (or just creepy ex-friends that read my blog) are going to say that “le duh, you should have a 4.0, Allison.  This is Community College”

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But I don’t care what you think.

I earned that grade, and you didn’t.

I was dancing around the house celebrating when I received even more good news!

My parents were annoyed because I was supposed to be packing to go to my grandparents for this weekend and I have the attention span of that dog from Up…

SQUIRREL!

So the second dose of good news was that I got the Rent the Runway internship for 2013-2014!!!

I don’t know if it’s the blogger spot yet, but fingers crossed it will be.

I was on cloud 9 finding out such great news.

I just came back from a job interview in a cute dress so I was obviously twirling all over the place.

And as a curvy, more to love, in between, plus sized, well endowed woman I get this thing I like to refer to as “thigh chub rub” (chafing)

But, not anymore.

I was dancing without bumps or discomfort, I was wearing bandelettes.

Bandelettes are elastic lace that cover that area of your thigh you wish had more of a gap.

No rash, no pain: just a sexy inexpensive undergarment that allowed me to soak up the 70 degree weather and wear dresses all weekend!

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Once the weekend was over and I came home: I changed into my informal attire.  I wore a t-shirt and gym shorts, watched a few episodes of Law and Order while eating ice cream.  I was all smiles.

I decided to check out the FIT page, I honestly cannot stop daydreaming about my future.

I saw I had an e-mail: I GOT THE APARTMENT STYLE DORM IN ALUMNI :)

I was removed from the wait-list, and do not have to deal with sharing a bathroom with a hall full of girls.  I HAVE A KITCHEN.

I am basically on cloud nine, there you have it.

I don’t have a job, I have so much more.  I am a true believer in the Marilyn Monroe quote “Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together”

Allison

No school, no job.. so now I’m gonna blog about my cat? Cool.

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It’s all done.

97 days of summer vacations to go.  And then I’m in Manhattan.

*gulp*

*shutter*

*grin*

*squeeze eyes shut*

I submitted my final 3 essays for my English class 17 minutes ago.  Since then I’ve been digesting the fact I have nothing to do…

I quit Coach.

I’m applying for new jobs.  I got one as a barista at a juice bar and ice cream shop.  I’m looking at waitressing elsewhere too.  The yacht club fell through because when he hired me apparently he didn’t actually hire me?

Da fuuuu?

Well, apparently when someone tells you a starting salary and you quit your job they can change that number at any time.  They can also change you from being a waitress to being a hostess.  They can also make you interview a second time, if they’re really annoying.

They can then unprofessionally walk out of the room and up the stairs if you say “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept that.  I was under the impression I would be making x amount.”

I’m not taking this personally though.. I would just recommend not going to the Youngstown Yacht Club even if your life depended on it.

Well, whatever.  On to bigger and better things.  I wouldn’t want to work for people that operate like that anyways.  And I’ve learned that now I need get everything in writing.

I turned in an application/had a mini interview on saturday with another place called the Bistro.  So here is hoping.

Pardon me, I have to go stop my cat from eating a bowl of Lucky Charms.

And a bowl of popcorn.

We left Clementine home today and God knows what he got into.  I’m honestly SHOCKED the house is still in one piece, and I haven’t noticed any new war wounds on him.

He’s the kind of cat that would throw a party.. ya know?

I’m seriously considering buying him a binkie/nunu whatever people call those chewie baby things. He wont stop biting my nose while I’m sleeping.

Ugh.

Sorry I have to cut this blog post short, Clementine just bit the head off of a Jesus statue.

Allison