Not Okay

Seriously something is wrong. I don’t know why, but it has been happening all week! I can’t seem to find anything to wear! It is seriously awful. I am going crazy. It’s not like I don’t have clothes, anyone knows I have PLENTY, I just have no inspiration this week. All of my outfits have been so basic and not creative at all. I even went to three different stores to try to find a dress for a party my sister is throwing next week and I found nothing! One of those stores was a pretty big Forever 21 and only one thing slightly caught my eye and I still decided no. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME ūüė≠? 

I am going to blame the weather. We are getting to that stage where it’s finally starting to cool down, and by cool I mean low 80’s so it is still not cold enough to wear sweaters. I think I am so over my summer clothes but am unable to wear any fall/winter clothes. Can’t it just be cold so I can get out of this funk?! I need some inspiration stat. 

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Tragic Hypochondriac 

It has been strangely long since something tragic has happened to me, but never fear, tragicness found me yet again. The other night I was in the shower and I noticed my hands were kind of white and I could see the veins in them more. Nothing strange really, I could just notice my veins. I kept doing my shower thing and checked my hands again. They were getting even whiter. I didn’t feel that great all day so I started wondering if something was wrong. I checked my hands again and it was getting worse. I could see all of veins in my hands. They were so blue and I could see even the smallest ones going across my fingers. I started panicking. Something was seriously wrong. Of course since I was panicking and focusing on my hands, they started to feel weird in a tingly, numb way. This was the end I knew it! I got out of the shower, wrapped up in my towel, sat down on the toilet and put my head down because I was feeling light headed. I silently told myself (because my boy friend was in the next room) to take deep breaths, in my nose, out my mouth. It is okay, you are just panicking, nothing is wrong. I got dressed and started doing my other things like brush my teeth and was avoiding looking at my hands. After I brushed my teeth I finally looked down at them. They were pink and normal like nothing had happened. I felt such relief and then instantly felt like a psycho. I just had a mini panic attack in the shower because of pale hands and blue veins. I am ridiculous. I am now at the point that I can laugh at it, but I still didn’t tell my boyfriend, he already thinks I am crazy I am sure.  

Fitting the Mold

There are so many expectations for women today. Everywhere we look we are being told how to look and how to act. If you don’t follow these not so subtle guidelines, then you are cast out as odd or weird. I know, I get stuck in them too. I love fashion and dressing up, but sometimes it can be exhausting. Sometimes you just want to wear sweats, a baggy tee, no bra, and a messy bun and not be judged. But no, for work today I wore a super cute outfit that left an imprint around my waist and a blister on my heel. Now as I sit here writing this, in baggy shorts, a baggy tee, no bra, and my hair in a knot, I feel so comfortable and relaxed. Why is it that we have to feel less comfortable in order to be comfortable with ourselves and others? It is just a question. I will in no way be sporting this pj look to work tomorrow, I will get dressed up per my usual self. It is just interesting to think about.

I have been thinking about how we think we have to fit into this mold. It made me start thinking about my blog, and I think I am realizing what it is becoming. I have been conflicted when it comes to the main idea of my blog. The name itself is Tragic Girls. I started with tragic stories of my roomie and I. Then I decided to incorporate my love of fashion and doing style posts. I thought though that I couldn’t do both because they were so different. Then I decided it was my blog and I can do whatever I want. Well now I know. I have realized what the meaning of this blog is. I know we all try to be perfect and fit the mold of beautiful, put together, social, and smart women. I am 100% guilty of this. This blog though shows that no matter how put together I make myself seem, and to an extent have achieved, I am tragic. I trip in heels (a lot), get hungover after two drinks even when I don’t get drunk, spend money I don’t have on clothes, burn half the stuff I cook, and have seriously bad luck sometimes. This blog is where I come to be myself. Trying to fit the mold is something inevitable. The majority of us are going to try to keep up, but along the way, don’t forget yourself. Admit your flaws and laugh about them. See beauty and humor in the imperfect. If you don’t do this, you’re in for a lot of let down because none of us are perfect, no matter how close to perfect we make it appear on social media. Pictures capture a single moment in a day where life can be a roller coaster. We get to choose the moment we want to share with all of our followers in hopes of having perfect appearances. Share your tragic moments. You’ll be surprised to find at least one other person who has experienced the same thing.

We are all here trying to fit the mold like this…

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But really we are looking more like this…

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And thinking it is a good fit like this…

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(Disney’s Cinderella)

Do not be afraid to be a tragic girl. I admit it all here on my blog and people I know still see me as classy and sophisticated. I just remind people that I am a real person.

XOXO- Tragic Girls      #betragic

Jumping, Screaming, Not So Joy Ride

I was driving down the freeway after work when I saw something move on the windshield. It was a spider but oh thank God it was on the outside. Wait… That’s on the inside! Holy mother, oh my goodness I am going to crash! It’s okay, it’s a small one, I can kill it. Let me just grab a napkin out of my bag of french fries (tragic in itself). The spider came closer to me so I grabbed my napkin and went for it! Guess what happened?? It freaking jumped! There was a jumping spider in my car on the freeway. I was thinking just be cool, don’t crash.

So I was driving carefully but kept watching the spider. It started making a web across my WHOLE windshield! Great, this is just terrible. Finally I noticed it coming my way again after awhile. It was trying to hook it’s web on my door. How dare he! I went after him again! I think I hit him? He either jumped or fell. God knows where he is, please let him rest in peace. I just pray that I don’t get into a giant web when I get in my car in the morning! Seriously the more I fear spiders, the more they come after me!

Domino of Wrongs 

You know how when something goes wrong, it causes everything after to go wrong too? This happened to me the other day. I was supposed to meet my friends for dinner, but I had to drop something off at my other friend’s first. Well of course I left work a little late. When I got in my car I realized that I forgot I needed gas. This was the wrong that started it all. I didn’t really have time to get gas, but I was pretty sure that I would make it. 

I got to my friend’s and it turned out she wasn’t home. Now I just wasted a little gas that I needed. It was okay though, I should be able to make it still. I looked up the fastest way to make it to dinner which was side streets rather than the freeway. Taking these side streets took me through the straight ghetto. To add to this, I also had to drive with no air on to save gas and it was like 95 degrees still. 

I finally get to the downtown area where we were having dinner, but my bottom line on my fuel gauge was now blinking. Blinking equals bad. In my distracted nervousness of running out of gas, mostly because my AAA card is currently expired because I haven’t been able to pay to renew it but that is a different story, I made an illegal right turn. I was wondering what that divider in the street was for. Turns out you have to be on the right side of it to turn right, oops. Now a little frazzled from my illegal right turn, I turned left from a stop sign towards the restaurant, and ran the stop sign after the turn because you literally have to turn and immediately stop again. 

I was thinking to myself get it together Britt! So I took a breath and kept driving. I saw a parking spot on the left but of course you had to be driving down the street to get it, not up. So at the stop sign I quickly assessed that you can’t successfully make a U turn without humiliating yourself, so I made a left to go around the block in hopes that the spot might still be available when I got down there. I went all the way around and saw one spot open but further up. I knew the other one was closer so I passed that one up to try and get the closer spot. I get there and it’s still available! I just thought how was it still available?! I start to pull in and realized it’s 20 minute parking. That’s why. Since I passed up the only open spot I had to go even further on the whole other side of the downtown and park in the structure, STILL with my gas light blinking. But I eventually made it to dinner. What can I say, when it rains, it pours right? Tragic. 

Type A is for Anal

So something I can admit about myself is that I am anal. I know this. I get it from my dad, he is anal too. I love, LOVE lists, agendas, notebooks, all of that stuff. When something isn’t straight, even, or perfectly centered I can’t handle it. You’d think with my love of organization and perfection I would have a perfect room… but I don’t. Anyways I have been all about making my own cute daily agendas for myself on the computer. I have even been personalizing them for a couple friends. I even made one called Blogspiration. It is for my friend’s birthday gift so if she reads this she may see it before I give it to her so if you do, pretend to be surprised. I want to share these with you now! Feel free to share my analness and print them out for yourselves! My sister did tell me I am the lovable type A at least.

The Daily

  
Blogspiration

  
This is an example of a personalized one:

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PLL Addiction

I have been re-watching every episode of¬†Pretty Little Liars in anticipation of the what is supposed to be the actual reveal of A. We have been waiting for this reveal for five and a half seasons! I know a lot of people are mad that it has taken so long for the reveal but I am not. I think that it is amazing that we still cannot figure out who A is. This has been such a great mystery. It will be exciting to figure out who it is, but also sad because that means that the show will eventually be coming to a close. Anyways, like I said I have been re-watching all of the episodes to refresh my memory and see if I can figure out any clues I may have missed. I have been watching PLL like a mad woman! It has been such an obsession. Watching all of the past episodes just causes me to make up more theories. I can’t be a crazy woman on my own though so of course I challenged my bffff to watch all of them too before the reveal on August 11th, especially since she hasn’t seen them all anyways. Now we are just crazies together, per usual. But I have to go now, it has been like two hours since I last watched an episode and I may be having a withdrawal.

Okay bye.

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#PLLiscrack

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