March 31, 2010

Who ever said "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery" never spent a day in my shoes.

My Name Is Amanda... And I'm an Addict.

Now before you say anything, I'm not that kind of addict. Today, I'm talking about (somewhat) healthy addictions. These are the things that we love - that make us happy. This is the first of several blog posts in which I divulge to you the random (and some times embarrassing) things that I can't pass up; what I'm addicted too.

So, now that we've got the introductions out of the way, let's get started.

My Name is Amanda *Hiiii Amanda* and I'm addicted too.. *gulp*

Thrift Stores *dun dun duuuuunnnnn*

Yes, thrift stores. Nothing gets my blood pumping like the prospect of finding a one of a kind item, that no one else has, all for a low, low price. It rocks.

So far, I have only been able to find two downsides to being a thrift store addict.
1. a lot of the clothes/shoes there tend to be either extremely small or extremely big sizes. I would assume this is because people donate their skinny clothes that they grow out of, and their fat clothes if they loose weight. This means that it can be difficult for an average sized person (me) to find something that fits.

2. Sometimes, I get so excited at the low low prices, that I over estimate my confidence or fashion savvy and end up buying something that I later realize I will never wear anywhere but my house.

During my most recent thrift store spree, I picked up three items (all of which totalled around $15). The first was this skirt:

Now, I know what you are thinking.. "Amanda, come on. That Looks like a skirt that Maria would wear in The Sound of Music. Do you honestly think you are Maria?" To which I would probably mumble an "I wish" to myself. But fear not! I have big plans for this skirt.
While the maria-ness was what originally drew me to this skirt, when I put it on, I looked like one of those giant parachutes you play with in kindergarten. But, the fact that skirt has an elastic waistband gave me some options. So, I readjusted the skirt, paired with this belt also courtesy of the salvation army, and ended up with... (drum roll please..)

ta da!

I made one more purchase at the thrift store today: a pair of shoes. And I will admit, I got these mostly for the novelty of them.



I haven't yet decided if I actually like them, or if they were just a victim of my addiction. But hey, they were only $7.

Don't tie me down. This is my world.

It has been absolutely beautiful weather this week. Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.

Amanda Coats and the Mystery of the Invisible Parade

Today is the one and only St. Patrick's day! No, I'm not Irish, but I still consider today a fun and carefree day. Being on spring break, I decided that today I wanted to really celebrate the holiday. I spent a while searching on google trying to find some kind of event that didn't involve alcohol (which was a lot harder than you would think) seeing as I'm only 18. And then I saw it - exactly what I was looking for - a parade not too far from home at noon (at the time it was only 10:30). I excitedly pulled out my green clothes and got ready, already imagining all of the cool pictures (and maybe free candy) that I would take. At 11:45 I left my house, and drove to the supposed location.

No parade. I drove further down the street, and still no parade. I drove around for half an hour looking for the stinkin' parade, and all I found is how many Irish people obviously DON'T live in my hometown. I only saw about a handful of people wearing green; how disappointing.

Eventually I gave up and drove home, got on the computer, and found the link that had sent me on this wild goose chase. For some stupid reason, I still had home that I'd make it to the parade. Sure, maybe I'd be a little late, but I could still have fun, right?

I took a closer look at the page for the parade. I was already too late. Way too late. Try, 17 years too late. Yes, that's right, the page was for the 1993 St. Patrick's day parade. Can you imagine the look that came across my face when I read this?? Let me help you, it looked a little something like this:

Without the parade, my celebrating prospects were severely limited. I could always go get lunch at the local "pub and grill" but I assumed it would be packed with drunk people (also, I have this thing about going to sit down restaurants by myself. It makes me feel awkward..), I could drive down to San Diego - the closest city having any kind of celebration (also not an option. Me and highways are no bueno). If I was really desperate, I could dress up like a leprechaun and go looking for four leaf clovers, but some how I have a feeling that this option would have ended with me getting beat up.

So what did I do? I went to Mc Donald's and took a nap. Anticlimactic, I know. But hey, I tried.

Happy St. Patrick's Day everybody.

I See The

Flicker flashes
of fickle times -

uneasy minds, pretending
to know something

the one thing, which
flowers & flies allude

and try to confuse with
hopes and dreams -

fickle things that
bear no home

but the space to roam we
give, the air

we let it share with
us. And soon,

these things consume with
plants & wings,

our fickle things that
keep us grounded

Alive in our head and
still in our hearts.

spell out the words
of what you feel
of what you see
of what you know

throw in a comma
apostrophe
it doesn't have to be right
it just has to be pure


your words are your magic. your words are your cure.

March 9, 2010

So today I recieved this little beauty in the mail

and I am sooo excited. I guess what I really wanted to say is...

THANK YOU GRANDMA!! :)

While Sitting in a Box

He pulled the curtains shut

------walked in circles as he went

"someone please turn the music up"
maybe I'll remember to forget.


Water howls and wind drips

such a suburban afternoon

------he can't pull back from that wish
that encapsulates this room.

lights dimmed
walls up
the cracks there from before
he hopes to find a bit of luck
who was it we used to dream for?

yet,
We do it for the weaker ones
--we do it for regret

The only thing we ask of you,
-------remember to forget.


When once life seemed so bare
still ready for it yet

He never thought it would hurt so much
or that he'd have to

-----remember to forget.

You Never Know

A Storm is Brewing

Looks like we are in for yet another weekend storm here in SoCal. It does make for some nice clouds, though.






Hope you have nice weather wherever you are.

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