Lastly.... this night is your night to have fun! Be safe and have a fantastic new year! 

Getting asked the typical question: "What do you want to do?" makes me want to dig a hole and put myself in it. Its a cringe-worthy question in my book, being in high school is what every 16-year-old, now in a day is having to stress over. Growing up in a town where you either make it or you don't, completely makes the whole question 10 times worse. Like every child I had many phases growing up, I wanted to be a teacher then a chef ( I wanted to be the next Rachel Ray) and then maybe a detective but I specifically remember being 12 years old and opening my first Seventeen Magazine. I spent a whole week reading the whole thing bit by bit. I loved everything about it, the fashion, makeup, celebs and stories in it. I was hooked, I was like an office worker without her coffee. I would beg my mom to buy me the magazine every month it would come out. She would have to always think about it but every month it would be laying out on my bed. When my mom got a job cleaning the house of the editor and chief of Harpers Bazar at the time, I had no idea what an editor was. I finally figured it out and the pieces finally fit. I didn't know the answer to my question would come so easily. From that day I knew I wanted to do something in the magazine/fashion world. It was the only thing that made me happy and it was the only thing my little 12-year-old brain new a heck a lot about. At school I would notice what everyone around me would wear when I would get home, I kid you not I would think about what everyone wore and makeup conclusions about what was "in". Based on this information I would go to my favorite store (Tjmaxx!)  with my mom every Sunday and pick out something new to wear. I would look forward to the day when we would go because I got to express myself in my clothing. I would go to school on Monday and get so many compliments on my new shirt or scarf at the time. It was a thrill, this whole thing might sound extremely coincided but I believe receiving and giving compliments were great. I wanted to be different from everyone at school and have a "label", I love individuality. I was often seen as the girl with good style (maybe it was just in my head who knows), this was in middle school when popularity was what everyone wanted. From there I loved being different and not just plain Jane. I grew to love fashion more and more each day. When I got to high school it was time to think seriously, now in junior year fashion has gone to the back burner, stressing out about what will I do when I am older, how will I do it, where will I go to do it, is what keeps bumping in my head. Now starting this blog again I can get back into my one true love: Fashion. My answer to the question: What do you want to do? does not have to be answered right now, it maybe can I don't know. The answer lies in your one true love it can be science, robots maybe sailing. Its what you feel happy.