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Big Cats (and The Art of Layering)

I’ve always insisted my wardrobe is more Californian than Vancouverite, but I might be in over my head because dressing for fall isn’t so bad.. One simply needs to master the Art of Layering: layers are nice and cozy, but they are disgusting when you become a sweltering, hot mess after moving too much in them. Keywords: balance, and sweltering.

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[Faux] fur scarf — Urbanoutfitters; canvas military jacket — Salvation Army; leopard print pants — OBEY; combat boots — vintage Aldo

One of my fav outfits because the pants are breezy and comfy, and everything was very cheap.. The scarf $10, pants $5, coat $3.99, and the boots were free, because to me, “vintage” is synonymous with “stolen from my mother’s closet.”

My goal this year (and for the rest of my life) is to stop complaining about Vancouver weather because everyone in this city is so fixated on the weather, despite the fact that Vancouver is KNOWN to be rainy! And I bet you anything complaining makes you ugly.

So let the whining end, and the appreciating begin!

xx, k 

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My One Direction Erection

I have a One Direction Erection–the huge, throbbing, and pulsating with passion kind. (A One Direction Infection is for the little ones.. big girls get the 1D Erection.)

I’m not going to go into the nitty gritty details of my fangirl obsession because 1) it’s annoying 2) it’s only slightly embarrassing that I stalked a group of five boys the same age as my brother 3) it would probably be the longest post of my life.

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The concert was AMAZE. I have been to a handful of concerts, but it’s never been an artist I absolutely LOVE. Y’all already know I know 99.5% of their songs, and to be able to sing those songs in unison with a stadium chock full of people is BEYOND the beyond.

I can only imagine how it feels for them to stare back at the audience, listening to them sing along to every word they sing back..

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These are my beautiful friends who came with. After watching me be near tears when I was without a ticket, and THEN seeing my full fangirl form before/during/after the concert–I am SO grateful (and astonished) they are still my friends. I was pretty much going through a multi-level meltdown the entire time the band was in the same city as me.

I’ve had so much backlash for being a fan of a Top 40’s boyband, but freal–sit down with me and I will tell you whatsup with One Direction…

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Also they were giving out ice cream after the concert–it’s like they KNEW I was coming.

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I may or may not have been double-fisting free ice cream.

And obvi, if you are friends with me, we got drunk after the concert and met a bunch of crazy people. We ended up rubbing this huge brown guy’s belly, meeting someone named Atilla [The Hun], and utilizing the Boris Theory for the first time. Um.. also, this guy introduced himself to me as Asshole, and said he’d give us his mardi gras beads if we flashed him–I am hoping (but not really) that he did not get beat up that night.

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This is us post-bellyrubbing, but pre-dancing with two gay roommates.

And here is my fav member of the band being cute AF:

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I’d like to think that Niall’s smile during his acoustic solo in “Little Things” was indeed in response to my “I LOVE YOU NIALL! MARRY ME!”

I should add that I wrote a paper on One Direction for one of my classes. And BOOM goes the dynamite, because I got an A-! One Direction always wins, y’all.

xx, k