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A bunch of adult things no one told me you should do to take care of clothes.
So it turns out that when you stop buying all of your clothes from Forever 21 (ok but still some of them..), they can also last a lot longer…and they can last even longer if you do some basic maintenance to keep them looking nice. I feel that no one ever told me this?? In the last year I’ve been taking some baby steps toward being an adult when it comes to clothing maintenance. Here’s what I’ve been up to that I’ve found worth my time/money.
1) Go to the tailor. I really didn’t want to. I was like…wait…is there a dressing room there..and you try things on? And that really weirded me out for no reason. But it turns out tailoring things is as awesome as everyone says. Like this shirtdress, which I got tailored because the buttons were spaced out wayyy too much to be decent. Cost: $20.
2) Condition leather items. I got this leather conditioner on amazon for $8 and now do this to all leather shoes/purses once every 6 months/really whenever I remember or notice things look like they need moisturizing. It makes a big difference and keeps my shoes rain repellant.
3) Re-heel shoes. I’m so excited about this! Look at how shiny and new the shoe repair people made my boots look! These were worn down because I apparently I walk on my heels (?). For $35, they’re good as new.
Also, I actually got things dry cleaned, which I know is not a huge accomplishment but it’s been on my to-do list for wayyyy too long. Woops. Cost of dry cleaning ALL the things (including my winter coat): $40.
4) Converse or any other canvas shoe —> washing machine. Wash Converse on the cool or delicate setting. DO NOT PUT THEM IN THE DRYER. The soles will melt (so I am told). I left mine on the steps drying for 3 days and they were good to go.
This concludes the list of obvious adulting moves I was missing until this year. I would say what I’ve learned overall is that you can spend less money to repair and fix things instead of buying new stuff, especially when it comes to shoes. Â
You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.
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He was SHOOK
You Bring Out the Mexican in Me
by Sandra Cisneros
You bring out the Mexican in me. The hunkered thick dark spiral. The core of a heart howl. The bitter bile. The tequila lágrimas on Saturday all through next weekend Sunday. You are the one I’d let go the other loves for, surrender my one-woman house. Allow you red wine in bed, even with my vintage lace linens. Maybe. Maybe.
For You.
You bring out the Dolores del Rio in me. The Mexican spitfire in me. The raw navajas, glint and passion in me. The raise Caine and dance with the rooster-footed devil in me. The spangled sequin in me. The eagle and serpent in me. The mariachi trumpets of the blood in me. The Aztec love of war in me. The fierce obsidian of the tongue in me. The berrinchuda, bien-cabrona in me. The Pandora’s curiosity in me. The pre-Columbian death and destruction in me. The rainforest disaster, nuclear threat in me. The fear of fascists in me. Yes, you do. Yes, you do.
You bring out the colonizer in me. The holocaust of desire in me. The Mexico City ’85 earthquake in me. The Popocatepetl IxtaccĂhuatl in me. The tidal wave of recession in me. The AgustĂn Lara hopeless romantic in me. The barbacoa taquitos on Sunday in me. The cover the mirrors with cloth in me. Sweet twin. My wicked other, I am the memory that circles your bed nights, that tugs you taut as moon tugs ocean. I claim you all mine, arrogant as Manifest Destiny. I want to rattle and rent you in two. I want to defile you and raise hell. I want to pull out the kitchen knives, dull and sharp, and whisk the air with crosses. Me sacas lo mexicana en mi, like it or not, honey.
You bring out the Uled-Nayl in me. The stand-back-white-bitch in me. The switchblade in the boot in me. The Acapulco cliff diver in me. The Flecha Roja mountain disaster in me. The dengue fever in me. The !alarma¡ murderess in me. I could kill in the name of you and think it worth it. Brandish a fork and terrorize rivals, female and male, who loiter and look at you, languid in your light. Oh,
I am evil. I am the filth goddess Tlazoltéotl. I am the swallower of sins. The lust goddess without guilt. The delicious debauchery. You bring out the primordial exquisiteness in me. The nasty obsession in me. The corporal and venial sin in me. The original transgression in me.
Red ocher. Yellow ocher. Indigo. Cochineal. Piñón. Copal. Sweetgrass. Myrhh. All you saints, blessed and terrible, Virgen de Guadalupe, diosa Coatlicue, I invoke you.
Quiero ser tuya. Only yours. Only you. Quiero amarte. Atarte. Amarrarte. Love the way a Mexican woman loves. Let me show you. Love the only way I know how.
Solo para Mujeres
Si amas algo, déjalo ir. Si vuelve es tuyo, si no, ponte súper buena para que se arrepienta el cabrón!!
No se, a lo mejor las ilusiones te acaban matando pero son las que te dan vida🌼
The obvious conclusion is to become a cyborg and then eventually have your brain uploaded into a brand new genetically engineered and nanotech enhanced body which you then keep young forever via anti-aging drugs and cryo-naps.
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Conquering the Why School? Essay
From a student who got into MIT & the Ivy League
I’ve read many Why School? essays. These often come across as generic, with no real indication of interest. I’m here to make sure you don’t make the same mistakes in your essays.
-Look up their course catalog. Don’t simply write, “I’m interested in your stellar economics program.” Great, so are hundreds of other applicants. Name-drop a couple of classes and explain why those specific courses appeal to you. It’ll show you’ve done your homework.
-Discuss a few clubs. Colleges want students who will contribute to their campus outside of the classroom. Are you interested in journalism? Talk about joining the school newspaper. Are you a violin virtuoso? Indicate your interest in the orchestra. Or are you into something that isn’t yet available? Say you’ll start a new group!
-Latch onto research opportunities. Schools love students who can contribute to their published papers. Look up ongoing research projects in whatever department you’re interested in (and no, research isn’t only for STEM fields!) and talk about how you’ll get involved.
-Talk about what makes a school unique. Columbia has a Core Curriculum; Princeton has a yearlong bridge program in Bolivia. Why do you want to attend this specific school?
-Touch upon your long-term goals. How will this university help you achieve your goals of becoming a lawyer? How do you want to make the world a better place? Colleges are looking for people who will contribute meaningfully to society.
-Don’t mention rankings or prestige. Harvard already knows it’s world-renowned, it doesn’t need you to stroke its ego. You should be choosing the best school for you, not the best school according to US World & News Report.Â
Good luck! I’ll also be happy to read your college app essays, feel free to message me :)
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