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February 19, 2014
oh, hey
So I'm just going to write this as fast as I can because I figured it was due time that I posted something on here. Even though this has and will have no significance on your life, I feel like just putting this out into the Universe, you know? Are you supposed to capitalize the "u" in Universe? Kind of like how you capitalize the "g" in God? No wait, I think that's just because that's a name, and you do that with names. Unless you're like high school me and you sign your name in lower case letters at the top of every god damn (sorry, *God damn) assignment because it was "unique". So anyway, like I was saying, I was in the bathroom, because thats where I do all my thinking- not like when I'm actually going to the bathroom or whatever ha ha gross, but mostly when I'm just standing there staring at myself in the mirror, contemplating the endless black hole that is my life- and I was like, "Are you supposed to capitalize the "u" in Universe?" And here we are. Here I am, really. There was someone here a minute ago but they left. People always leave and you're always stuck standing in front of a mirror staring at yourself wondering about the Universe. It's sad. Want to know what else is sad? I spilled an unidentified liquid on my keyboard and now the keys "g", "h", 5, 6, and 7 are super hard to press down so when I said I was going to write this as fast as I could that really translates into me typing a lot of words with "g" and "h" and then having to go back and add "g" and "h" into every word requiring "g" and "h" because I didn't slam my entire face into them, which is the amount of pressure they need in order to actually work. So this is taking longer than expected, whatever "this" is. I figure since it's been so long since I've posted that maybe no one will actually read this and I would have been better off writing this in my diary. I'm 11 years old and I have a diary. But I don't use that either, so, here we are again. This is sort of therapeutic, actually. Maybe I'll write more frequently! Maybe I'll become a writer! I'll go back to school and take a lot of writing courses because I took Honors English all throughout high school and it's practically the same thing, right?? Right? Although I didn't exactly enjoy Honors English; the semantics of it all. I love a good book though. I could read books forever... if I had an actual attention span. I have this unhealthy habit of starting a book and stopping halfway, and then starting another that catches my eye or is more shiiiinyyyyyy. Although I am reading one right now that I believe I'll finish before the apocalypse. It's called "One More Thing" by B.J. Novak, that tiny dude from the Office that sported frosted tips for a necessary period of time. He was also a writer for the show, and a damn good one, and his talent shines brighter than his bleached locks in this book. It's all a series of short stories ranging from two lines to twenty pages and it's the kind of writing that makes you go: "Ha" and "Hmmmmm" and "HA" and "HahahahahahahahahahahahahaHAHAH whoops sorry imaginary significant other, didn't mean to wake you from laughing at this hysterical yet heart breaking debut novel", and also "Hey, I could write stuff like this or whatever or something!" So, here we are again again. I don't know why we always come back here, we should really find a new spot. Relationships are all about taking chances! We need to spice it up! What about IHOP? Alright, it's time to wrap this up if it's taking a turn for imaginary romantic scenarios with whoever is reading this. Unless, you want to? You're right, sorry. Talk to you the next time I feel the need to blog vomit. Or when I'm in the bathroom and I've stared deep into the window of my soul which is my bathroom mirror and thought about my fears and the inevitability of death and ok fine this is the stuff I come up with when I'm taking a shit. It's good though, right?
October 17, 2013
boys don't cry
I AM A STRONG-WILLED WOMAN WHO CAN DRESS MASCULINE IF SHE WANTS TO!! HEAR ME ROAR (like Katy Perry)!!!! Does a girl need an excuse to look like Charlie Chaplin? I think NOT. I don't think anyone needs an excuse to look like Charlie Chaplin: MAN OR WOMAN. Speaking of which, (not really)
I've always been on the fence about whether or not I would call myself a feminist due to the fact that I can let Courtney Love explain for me in a quote from a recent interview in Bust magazine: “I think the word ‘feminist’ has been polluted, horribly. I raised my
daughter as a feminist, and she won’t identify as one, because the word
has been so fucking polluted by boomer media in the sense that it means
that you’re ugly, or you’re fat, or you’re a lesbian—nothing wrong with
being all three of those things—and every time I read an article in the
mainstream media, it’s like, ‘Feminism’s dead! Dead! Dead, I tell you!
Dead!’ And I’m like, No, it’s really not—not in me. Do I believe in
feminism? Of course I do. Do I believe that
there are a lot of us out there? No. I really don’t.” She makes a valid point: the word "feminist" in this day and age can mean so many things apart from the truest sense of the word, and it seems to be more of a fad to be a "feminist" than to actually be a feminist. Basically I believe in equal rights for men/woman BAM. Does that label me a feminist? In the most honest form, sure it does, but I'm not going to go around high kicking the dicks off of the unworthy men while my leg hair billows in the autumn breeze (for the record, I shave my armpits and legs)(when I want to)(IT'S PANTS SEASON OKAY). All I know is that I exited a vagina, I have a vagina SO I SUPPORT VAGINAS and all they can achieve! Did this even make sense? Whatever, what do I know? I'm just a stupid girl with too many thoughts. So here's another playlist featuring strong female vocals from the classic queen b's to the leading ladies lately, to encourage YOU to be a strong-willed woman. Or, just something to listen to while brushing your teeth or driving your grandpa to the grocery store (me). Or, just to dance to. Naked (also me).
October 09, 2013
hot n heavy pumpkin pie
WEARING:
Topshop anorak
Topshop cropped sweater
Bluenotes skater dress
Thrifted boots
deLux felt hat
I don't know if any of you will know the song this post is titled after, it's like super obscure, but it seemed suitable because pUMPKINS. October is never complete without a trip to ye ol' pumpkin patch if you ask me. Oh, you didn't? Well then. That's all.
October 03, 2013
September 24, 2013
tapestry
WEARING:
Topshop cardigan
American Apparel floral baby doll dress
Urban Outfitters black knee socks
Cutout boots from oasap.com
Topshop bag
ACCESSORIES:
Thrifted chain
Thrifted unicorn necklace
Thrifted sunglasses
THRIFTIN BITCH
MAKEUP:
Kate Moss Rimmel Matte lipstick 11
L'Oreal Telescopic carbon black mascara
Rimmel Wake Me Up foundation in True Nude
Maybelline Master Duo liquid eyeliner in Bronzed Shimmer
It's 10 minutes to 6PM and I'll I've eaten today is a small bowl of pea soup for breakfast. Forgive me for my loopiness. I'm sorry but HOW can someone think of eating on such a DAY AS TODAY. I felt like I had to do soOoOo many things today and guess what I DID. I took closeup pictures of my face, filmed a video, and walked downtown; only to then buy a few records to add to my slowly building collection. The albums I chose purely reflected how I feel this season. Did I ever mention that autumn is my favorite time of year? I didn't? Weird. I also bought two others that I can't reveal to the world yet because one of them is a gift I just haven't figured out which one yet. Currently, Carole King's "So Far Away" is playing in the background and I feel so GOD DAMN CONTENT. It's days like today that I long to live in a tiny cabin in the woods in a small town in the 60's. In in in in in in. I long for complete isolation. Why is that? Is this my empty stomach talking? Holy shit every single song on this album is down right AMAZING. Any record collectors out there, or even if you own a record player and only play the newest hits, PLEASE go out and purchase Tapestry. It's the number one record I've always wanted to own since receiving my record player (among the list includes: Rumors by Fleetwood Mac, Coming From Reality by Rodriguez, Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell...the list goes on). ANYWAYS. I'm rambling. I'M A RAMBLING FOOOOOLLL. Buy my EP.
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