Monday, December 22, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sorry, don't have much time to write about anything.
I hate the MOMA museum in New York City. It's so boring. I don't know why it's called art. It's bent paper! Holy shit guys, let's put this up on the wall. I can do better. I guess. But it's not art.
There's my art related entry for today. Haha, sorry, so lazy. Don't know why I'm apologizing actually. I don't think many people read this anyways.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
"You actually do look a lot like your father!"
That's what I told my friend today. And it was true because I noticed the resemblance in her nose and eyes and ears and mouth. She got mad at me. I didn't mean it as a bad thing; I hope she doesn't get too mad at me. She always gets mad at me. I make her cry a lot. I try not too. I don't say many things to her anyways. Once my friend was swinging a luggage at her and it hit her eye. I almost laughed.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
fantastic posing greed.
then we should feed our jewelry to the seaf
or diamands do appear to be
just like broken glass to me.
and then she said she can't believe genius only comes along in storms of fabled foreign tongue
stripping eyes and flooding lungs,
pour sends its love.
hey moon, please forget to fall down;
hey moon, don't you go down.
sugar cane in the easy morning weather
vanes my one and lonely.
the ink is running toward the pageit's chasing off the days.
look back at both feet and that winding kneei missed your skin when you were east
you clicked your heels and wished for me.through playful lips made of yarn
that fragile Capricorn
unravelled words like moths upon old scarves
i know the world's a broken bone
but melt your headaches, call it home.
don't you go down..
weathervanes my one and lonely.
you are at the top of my lungs
drawn to the ones who never yawn.
I'm under so much stress right now. I have too much homework, and yeah. Wednesday is take your kids to work day. I think I'm going with my dad.
I think I've become a boring person, or maybe I'm just feeling a bit bland these days.
I think it's because I've stopped dreaming; a tragedy. Highlight that word.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Tulip skirts are pretty! American Apparel has the tulip skirt that I want. Hell, American Apparel has everything I want. Except him...
Today was a crap school day. We got our shots and the HPV vaccine. I needed three fucking shots! Arms (yes notice the plural arms) hurt like a bitch. It was the HPV vaccine that hurt the most, but now all shots are starting to take an effect on muh arm.
Shit, I'm scared 'cos my friend said that we're samples and that they're testing the HPV on us. Why the fuck did my mother sign the consent form... I'm fucking scared. It's like drugs... doctors said they were totally healthy and it wasn't 'till like a decade or two later that they found out that drugs were actually unhealthy for us. What if the vaccine has like some kind of negative effect on me and doctors won't find out about it in a couple years? Fuck, am I going to die? Will my babies become disabled?
God, I hope not. And if I am, I am gonna sue someone.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
I'm on Nylon's website and it features street style from different places. Here are some of my favorite looks:
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
And this is what I find so intriguing:
It's a "Tea Shirt" made by Meryl Smith. Yee, it took me a while to figure out that it was actually tea.
Listening to: 5 Years Time- Noah and the Whale
Friday, September 5, 2008
One of the most influential designers of all time, in my opinion, is Vivienne Westwood. For sure, one of my personal favorites as well. The pictures above come from her more affordable line the "Red Label". This collection is hot! Some highlights from this collection include a coat with rounded lapels and baggy hem and gorgeous black-and-white cocktail dress.
Listening to: Low- Flo Rida
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Listening to: Dear Francis- Chow Chow Band
Friday, August 29, 2008
This is the second day I dreamed about him. And I can't stop remembering the taste of his chapped lips. Fuck, I wish my life was like a hippo.
Listening to: Silence
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Hello George Sampson.
Listening to: Singing In The Rain- Mint Royale
Listening to: Starz In Their Eyes- Just Jack
Listening to: Boston- Augustana
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Pretty cool. I'm bored right now and there isn't anything to do. I suppose I could cut my hair.
Listening to: Like Knives- The Fashion
I was on the Teen Vogue website yesterday and I saw teenage girls like me being recognized with great style. Makes me fucking depressed when people my age have done something great, and I haven't done anything remarkable in the 14 years of my life. That boy who created Free The Children when he was like 12 or 13? Craig something. He's so famous for doing something that truly helped the world. And here I am, spending my lazy summer in front of the computer, eating a watermelon.
I've decided to devote this blog mainly to art, and not on my personal life. After all, a close friend of mine did tell me that I was not interesting.
The fucking end.
Listening to: Weekend Lover- Mr Virgo