Spring Cleaning in August

" This may be my last chance not to settle" - your words, not mine.

It's funny how time rolls along, running over people and ruining the reflection of the sky in the chrome of the vehicles pushing us forward.

X-OK

What happened to those guys? I miss those guys.


I recently re-discovered my photobucket account and the result was a wave of nostalgia for my early twenties. If you take a look to the right side-bar, you will get to see the delightful dancing gif of yours truly in all my X-OK-pop-punk-rock glory.

Svetlana, you dear booted and tutu-ed mistress of the internet. You single-handedly made all the 13-19 year old myspace dudes with piercings fall in love with you and immediately buy a billion of hooded t-shirts for their equally pierced girlfriends.



Rock. On.

Day 13: A Letter.

Dear You,

Get over it.

Love, Me

Day 12.

How you found out about (YOUR BLOG HERE) and why you made one:


Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . .

I don't recall the whole epic deciding process over whether or not to get a blog, I really don't.

But I bet if we put the ordeal into a nice montage format we come up with scenes like:

• Me making long lists on loose-leaf, suddenly tearing it all up, and watching the pieces descend in slow-mo.
• Me arguing with friends (also in slow motion), throwing my hands in the air, and stalking away down (new scene) a very long hall, found only in empty, locker-lined high schools.
• Me jogging (lots of running in this montage) down a city street, running past cafes full of happy blogging people, stopping to breath with my hands on my knees, and sweat runs down my forhead.
• Me using a abacus.
• Me eating pizza, laughing with people, but then turning away with a sad glint in my eye.
• Me laying awake in bed, night after night, tossing and turning, finally throwing my pillow over my face in angst.
• Filler scenes of the Blogger/Blogspot and Tumblr logos rotating in hypnotic circles.

Yeah, something along those lines.

Now that I'm actually thinking about it, I think its the same reason I had a fbook account; Naomi told me to get one to stay in touch better, and so I did. The End.

PEER PRESSURE WORKS.

Seconds and Stills

Just a few photos from my trip to Laguna...

Day 11 - Friend-ies-esq-like photos.

Today is quite literally the first day I have missed fbook. Why? I have zero photos of my friends and myself just saved up in my wallet. I don't really even think my wallet has room for all the photos I'd want to carry around with me, to pull out to impress old people with. Alas and alack.

I decided to YET AGAIN scavenge from my dear friend Jessica's blog, as I have no other source for photos. SO YES, Jess took these, as Jess and her camera get along quite well.

*Re-loo and Me. Adventures. Sisters. Probably.*Katie B and Me modern dancing NOT VELOCIRAPTORS.

*Dear Velour, Thank you for letting the beautiful Emily Brown sing her heart out for my friends and yours truly some sunny/rainy/who-knows-what-the-weather-was-doing-outside-as-we-were-cozy-within Velour evening. See if you can spot me scratching zeeee boyfriends back, while he draws photos of parakeets eating parakeets because I had a dream about it. Then look for Jackie Surpriseme and I reminiscing AGAIN about Fall-Out Boy. It doesn't get old.

*DC. THREE cupcakes, TWO of my favorite girls and ONE mysteriously injured foot. *some stranger took this photo on Naomi's camera. As it's the only one that Jess DIDN'T take I thought I'd give a shout out to the unknown stranger. Awards also are being issued for my hat, Naomi for having pretty friends (all of whom are taller then me, boo), and brunch/vintage shopping. I miss NYC. I miss Nay. I miss wearing that hat... so guess what I'm going to do when I get home?
*Dear Ryan, Shaina, Natalie, and Jon Jon, but not Max because he sheds on me daily, I miss you. You are MIA from my life... and maybe some of you started to wear bizarro fashions now, and now I have no say in this, and now I am sad because either you nor I am around so I can tell you that ONLY BRO'S WEAR TANK TOPS. ONLY BROS.

*11:11 wish that I could go back in time and go to this party so that I could have been in this photo with my girls. Stupid laws of physics or gravity or of the land or whatever deemed time-travel impossible. At least backwards time travel. I would dig (yea verily) a very fast ride through space.

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Strange, bizarre, and flawed.

"I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you. "
- Frida Kahlo