I’ve always been a fan of WordPress. It’s the first blogging platform I ever used and it’s the only blogging platform I’ve ever used for more than a few days.
This is my first time actually using a WordPress hosted blog. I’ve tried a few times before, but I can’t handle not being able to do anything myself. I started this blog with the intention of moving it as soon as possible, and today I came across a good monthly hosting deal. I moved my blog!
Only this is still here.
I didn’t think twice before taking the deal, but now I am.
I like this because it’s simple. I can follow blogs and blogs can follow me and it’s really easy to get readers. I have no idea how I’m going to get people to actually visit my blog to read my posts, and why should I pay monthly for wasted space? I can’t remember how I got people to regularly read my blog when I was in sixth grade, but I guess it was a simpler (or way more complicated, really) time then. Tumblr didn’t exist. “Following” wasn’t a thing. You had to actually visit people’s websites to read their posts. But with lazy blogging comes lazy readers, and no one’s going to actually take time out of their lives to visit my blog.
Well, we’ll see how this goes.
I wore my Indie Hipster Retro p3 Round Cat Eye Sunglasses from zeroUV today and felt über cute buying coffee from my favorite kiosk before work this morning and shopping around after work this afternoon.
I work at Hollister and we have this “look policy” that basically says LOOK NATURALLY ATTRACTIVE ALWAYS (minimal makeup, absolutely no eyeliner or lipstick, natural looking hair, one stud per ear and no other piercings, trimmed nails, no nail polish, etc.). It kills, really. I am not me when I can’t wear eyeliner or lipstick, and I have to keep my hair in a certain way that hides my conch piercing.
We also have style guides every season that show us what we can wear to work. In sixth and seventh grade, I wore nothing but Hollister and Abercrombie. I am now nineteen, out of school, and haven’t been interested in the company since I was thirteen. I started working for the A&F company in August or September of last year. I was working at Forever 21 at the time (where I could wear black, eyeliner, lipstick, and closed toe shoes), and the store manager of Gilly Hicks asked if I would be interested in a second job. I wasn’t, but my friend who worked at Gilly Hicks convinced me to apply anyways. “I know it’s always been your dream to work for the brand! This is your chance!”
Anyways. Somehow I got the job (I really didn’t expect to after showing up to my interview in black makeup, black clothes, even black tights, and rambling off about how diversity is different things, different people, different ideals….), and then our store was shut down at the end of December. I was transferred to Hollister.
I digress. My point was that this is not really what I wore today. I wore the shorts to work with a hooded knit top and my Gilly Hicks slippers. I wasn’t wearing lipstick nor eyeliner (Okay, I’m lying. I wear lipstick to work. But I wear a very natural looking color so I don’t get caught. How can I leave the house without putting on a bit of lipstick?), and I left my sunnies in my locker.
I wanted to take cute pictures in my sunnies after work, though, so I put on this top from 21MEN (while working there, I discovered that the men’s extra small at Forever 21 fits me beautifully) and a belt I bought at Goodwill, smothered my lips in matte red lipstick, and even put on eyeliner under the sunnies because it helped me feel complete.
The sunflower is from a bouquet my “date” gave me for Valentine’s Day.
Sunflowers are my favorite flowers.
(Don’t mind my tummy; it’ll be bikini ready by summertime, I promise!)
I ordered a few pairs of sunnies last week from zeroUV and received them today.
Top to bottom:
- Indie Hipster Retro p3 Round Cat Eye Sunglasses in black
- Designer Inspired Women’s Round Cat Eye Sunglasses in silver
- Women’s Retro Oversize Round Cat Eye Fashion Sunglasses in silver clear
They are kind of the cutest things ever, and only cost ~$10 each. Great deal, yes? Not to mention free shipping and the 25% off code you get for subscribing to their emails! I’m in lovelovelove.
Little past twelve Monday night, I received a text message: “Hiking tonight, stairways.”
It was my first time hiking Stairway to Heaven. After some detours driving through neighborhoods and watching the end of 50/50, the boys and I made it to the beginning of the hike about half past three.
The trail that leads to the stairs is in a residential area. We parked in a perfectly parkable area, on the side of the road by a house. I guess the house owner didn’t want hikers parking near him, though, because the moment we stopped the car, we saw a man standing at the window, shining a flashlight directly at us….okay.
We moved the car and got ready to begin our hike. Two of the boys (Hadji and Donato) had done the hike before; it was Joshua’s and my first time. The hike itself wasn’t terrible–only 3,922 steps (maybe about 3,918 or so if you count (or don’t count) the few missing steps). There were quite a few other groups hiking that night/morning. Directly behind us was a group of German men, all well equipped with headlamps that blinded anyone who dared look back. It wasn’t nearly as terrifying as I imagined it to be, but ten or fifteen minutes into the climb, my hip flexor started to feel sore. Twenty minutes into the climb, it just felt terrible. For the rest of the hike, I was on the verge of tears, it hurt so badly. “Celina, are you okay?” “Yeah.” “Are you just saying that?” “Yeah.”
We made it.
It took us less than two hours to get all the way through. We enjoyed the view (pitch black darkness with clusters of city lights below being it was still five something in the morning) for a moment before running into the little pillbox building thing for shelter. It. Was. Freezing. Yes, I live in Hawaii. Yes, it gets cold in Hawaii. Lately, the lows have been around 64 degrees. 64 degrees is definitely cold around here. Now imagine how absolutely freezing it must have been at the top of a mountain when at ground level the temperature is at 64 degrees. Freezing.
The really cool thing about the hike is that there is absolutely no traffic going in opposite directions. I was nervous thinking about going down while people were going up, but that doesn’t happen. Everyone gets to the top before sunrise and doesn’t start back down until after sunrise. So at the top, there is a community of people from all over the world who hiked the near 3,000 steps together, huddling together in a little concrete shelter covered in amateur graffiti trying not to die from the cold weather while waiting for the sunrise. Together.
I fell asleep for a few minutes while waiting in the pillbox shelter building thing. I really don’t know what to call it.
When the sun started rising, I went outside for a minute at a time just to catch seven or eight shots. It was difficult because the moment I stepped outside my entire self would begin shaking uncontrollably. It really was unbelievably cold.
The hike down was not so terrible, either. Going downhill was a lot more gentle towards my hip flexor, and the boys made sure I was okay the entire way down. Also it was more enjoyable being able to see the trail and the view with actual natural light.
In all it was an amazing experience. I went to my 7:00 dance class that night with a limp, unable to move in many certain ways, looking like an absolute zombie. I woke up this morning for an opening shift with a slight limp and incredible pain throughout the rest of my body. I woke up after an hour nap for my 6:00 and 7:00 dance classes still in ridiculous pain, still looking like an absolute zombie.
I will probably wake up in pain tomorrow and I will most definitely be a zombie for the next few days, but I’d say the experience was worth it all.
Note: All photos were taken with and edited on my iPhone 5s. I am still kicking myself for not taking my camera on this hike. Joshua is a photography enthusiast who has a much nicer camera than I and more equipment, etc., so I figured there was no point in taking my own silly camera at all. Next time, next time.