5 Reasons Why I Could Never Be a Fashion Blogger

We've all seen them- hair masterfully curled, make up flawless, perfectly pleated shirts, and sky high heels. Not only is every outfit perfectly color and season coordinated, their nails are painted to match, and their jewelry looks like it should be on the runway. Each one of their 20 pictures per post is magazine-worthy, with beautiful barn backdrops or in rustic tea shops. As I peruse through these posts, a singular thought stands out in my mind- I could never be a fashion blogger. Here's why: 

1. Most of my outfits look like this, with variations on top. Leggings, boots or flats, and a blouse. Today, I happened to be cold in the 70 degree California weather, so I threw on a jacket. 

2. I do not have beautiful #ootd locations. Beautiful barns? Nope. Cultured cities? Nope. Vintage tea shops? Nope. My mirror at home? Yes. Brick walls because my school was built in 1965? Yes. A lot. Check out this post for more evidence of that. 

3. I take most of my pictures with my pathetic phone, and I do not have 3000 pictures, from every possible angle, showcasing every possible detail of my outfits. Nope, just one for Instagram. Also, as lovable as I am, no one wants to take 3000 pictures of someone else. 

4. When I find something I like, I wear it. A lot. This morning my mother said, and I quote "Hima, you're such a hobo. This is the third day in a row you're wearing that jacket." I LIKE IT AND IT'S WARM OKAY LEAVE ME ALONE. 

5. I could never live up to my swagalicious (hi somya) parents. I mean, look at that deep v-neck. And mom, those hammer pants. #werk. You're also really cool with your gang signs. 

I only wish I had inherited their coolness. 

xo, Hima

Things You Probably Didn't Know About Me Part 2

Read Part 1 here!

Hey y'all! Before I go subject myself to hours of bio for my exam tomorrow, I wanted to stop by and write a quick note. My favorite blog posts are the personal ones- whether they're super deep, or just a collection of little facts. Today I decided to share a little list of all the weird quirks I have- things you probably don't know, whether you know me personally or not. 

*I believe that Powerpoints are like poetry. You have to put the right word in the right place

*I write notes on my notes. For example, in my history notes, "The Golden Gate Bridge was one o the Works Projects Administration [HOLLA at us- West Coast, Best Coast!]). I don't know why- i just do it. 

* I Always sit super far forward on my chair. Like literally, on the forward most three inches. 

*My joints crack a lot. My shoulder cracked as I was typing this, and my elbow cracked when I raised my hand in class today. It doesn't hurt though- I just don't know why!

*Pressing command-q instead of command-w on my laptop is the bane of my existence. It's definitely a first world problem though ;) 

*I literally cannot do anything without someone else's advice or input. From Instagram filters to major life decisions- it's honestly a vice and it's something I'm working on. 

Now for some completely random photos from this week, because what's a Friday post without a photo recap? 

Formal day at school with my favorite Spanish teacher! (I don't actually go around taking photos with all my teachers okay- it was an Instagram challenge for my school

Look at this ADORABLE little polaroid from last week's dance! I'm obsessed with it. 

Our math teacher was out for the day- for the first time ever! Also, I just noticed how color-coordinated we are. 

Okay- your turn. Tell me something I probably don't know about you!

xo, Hima

Things You Probably Didn't Know About Me

Hey y'all! Before I descend into my cave [read: my room] to cram study for tomorrow's AP Bio test, I thought I'd take a few minutes to write about some of my weird quirks, other than listening to music and microwave cooking my little heart out. Everyone has little things that they don't post on the blog- things that people would only know about them if they knew them in real life. So, what do you probably not know about me? 

I love apples and peanut butter. It's my favorite snack. Ever. 

yum!

I've never been a superstitious person. Friday the 13th is just another day. In the last two weeks, I've become ridiculously protective of my bracelet. I wear it everywhere, and only take it off to shower. 

I've had 8 tests this week (srsly not even kidding), and I've worn this during every test. I'm REALLY hoping I did well! 

Sorry for the Snapchat picture. Sidenote: I love Snapchat- it's so fun! Add me- I'm himahearts. 

I either dress really cute or like a hobo. These are usually closely tied to how I'm feeling about my hair on a given day. Exhibit A above, and Exhibit B below. 

#juniorfashionistas

I have the cheesiest sense of humor. Ever. 

Here's my latest joke- no harm intended in anyway: 

How do Yiddish people insult one another? 

"Oh my god, you're such a yidiot!"

What are your cheesiest jokes? tell me in the comments below!

This one had me laughing out loud. 

Okay, ya'll. Time to go learn about my chromosomes. Wish me good luck! And, tell me something I probably don't know about you!

xo, Hima

My laptop is about to die, but I can't reach the charger

Don't shake your head at me your screen. That has totally happened to you. And then you've had to build up the willpower to get up and grab your charger, after which you sit down and claim that you've had enough exercise for the day. And then you continue to browse the Pinterest (follow me!) fitness boards.

Here's the deal: On Saturday, I went to go get my hair trimmed, because 1) I haven't gotten it cut in forever and 2) it was gettin' real straggly at the ends. All I wanted was a trim. Goodbye 5 inches of hair! And then I cried over it. 

And then I cried some more because I thought I was a bad person for crying over a bad haircut and how entitled that made me seem.

And then this blog post of first world problems was born. 

Tell me if you.....

have ever gotten "just a trim" which turns out to be incredibly short

have ever run out of space on a piece of paper with just a couple of lines worth left to write

try to write something after not writing for a long time and your handwriting is absolutely disgusting. In other words, your handwriting goes like this:

Moving on...

"your song" being played on the radio and becoming the world's most popular song. This happened to me with Lorde and Royals. I was so mad.

turning on the radio to catch the very end of your favorite song

when your pen runs out of ink and you're desperately trying to make it work

when you're trying to rip perforated paper out of a notebook and it rips the wrong way (IT'S PERFORATED FOR GOD'S SAKE THAT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN)

when your phone is at 5% battery and you have to leave the house, so you charge it for two minutes and hope it lasts all day

when your friends yell at you because you haven't written a blog post in multiple days

when you take a really good picture and you want to make it your profile picture but you can't because you just changed your profile picture and you'll look narcissistic.

when you take 12093821039 pictures and SOMEONE closes their eyes in every. single. one.

So now be honest with me- do these frustrate all y'all or am I just the most easily annoyed person on the planet? What makes you want to just fall into your bed and scream into your pillow? Or at the very least, share your struggles with your besties over Snapchat?

xo, Hima 

P.S. I just updated the comments to Disqus because I didn't want to deal with no-reply bloggers anymore, so please bear with any technical difficulties and shoot me an email at himahearts@gmail.com to let me know. Also....I added a hovering Pin it button on top of all images if you want to pin any of my posts YAY :)