Wednesday, March 31, 2010

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When the sea subsides into utter
calm, changing clouds caught in its
clarity, then fishermen say
the sea is thinking about itself.
- from Shipwreck in Haven by Keith Waldrop -


I JUST WANT TO BE FREE.
photo's courtesy of a cemetery where i marry the sea.

Balderdash

I really hate people who think they are so normal when they're really not. It's all that "Oh, I'm gonna try and change myself to fit in and wear Abercrombie and go tanning because I'm so cool." But no, no you're not. Why the fuck do little girls and boys find it necessary to be like everyone else and try to fit in, instead of showcasing what they have? I mean, it's not like I go out of my way to try and be different . . . it kind of just happens because that's the way it's SUPPOSED to be. We are meant to all be different like the DNA that we are made up of. Teens try to change themselves to fit the mold instead of being "weird." These "weird" teens that act like themselves are actually the normal ones, while these label-loving-zombie-whores are the ones that are weird. Try to wrap your minds around that mess that I just wrote.
FYI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I CAN'T HOLD IT IN MUCH LONGER.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010



This is like a drug to me. I look at myself and hate that I do it, yet I need it to be happy.


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I just had to, though I'm no sap.

my week in post-its.

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Monday, March 29, 2010

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I want everything.

The Hippie Fashion Guide


And the band played on . . .

Moo-sic Monday's rock!

Sunday, March 28, 2010

as lovely as a tree, they endlessly recede




I swear, I don't do coke . . . I just make weird faces that Broth somehow always manages to get on camera.

I'm going to Montclair in five days to spend some time with a really tangy girl and I cannot wait.

load your head, blow it up, feelin' good

After seeing Jesse Jo on Kristin and Valerie's blog, BLEACHBLACK, I decided to stalk her myself and immediately fell in love with her style, and just overall swagger . . . oh and her rings. She has fucking teal highlights! They're so sw33t, and I just love her jean jacket with that lumberjack interior. There's going to be plenty more of her wholesome goodness to come.

Photos courtesy of Mark the Cobrasnake.

1967-1994


Well, congratulations you have won,
it's a years subscription
of bad puns and the makeshift stories
of concern and they set it up the
forest burns.
Your opinions mm-hmmm.
-Kurt Cobain, "Opinion"

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Walcott by Vampire Weekend

I love the randomness of these lyrics:

Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?
Out of Cape Cod tonight?

Walcott, mystic seaport is that way
Don't you know that your life could be lost?
Out of Cape Cod tonight

Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?
Out of Cape Cod tonight?

Walcott the Bottleneck is a shit-show
Hyannisport is a ghetto
Out of Cape Cod tonight

The Lobster's Claw is sharp as knives
Evil feasts on human lives
The Holy Roman Empire roots for you

Walcott
All the way to New Jersey
All the way to The Garden State
Out of Cape Cod tonight

Walcott, fuck the women from Wellfleet
Fuck the bears out in Provincetown
Heed my words, and take flight

Walcott, don't you know that it's insane?
Don't you want to get out of Cape Cod?
Out of Cape Cod tonight?

Friday, March 26, 2010

RAGERAGE


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Are to be passionte and to be obsessed virtually the same thing? I think they are. To be obsessed with something is when this person, object or hobby is all that is on your mind, day in and day out. To be passionate is to love something or someone more than you can even explain. I can be passionate about singing and I can be obsessed with singing, though I feel the latter has a negative connotation. I have been thinking about this lately because I have noticed that I develop these "obsessions" quite easily, yet many seem to die down within the span of a month, while others have lingered on my entire life. Am I weird for wondering this? It's not an obsession, its an intense, passionate desire (though I like to say I am in a lustful rage because that makes me sound more badass.)

a cemetery is where i marry the sea.



When all else fails
We can whip the horses’ eyes
And make them sleep
And cry….

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Jose Cuervo



Sorry I've been so lame lately. I just haven't had the energy to sit down and do a legitimate post because so much shit has been going on with me that I'm having trouble wrapping my head around anything right now. I just bought a fish and decided to name him Jose Cuervo, yes like the title of the post, and the tequila. My friend Rachelle inspired me, and I have to say buying this fish is one of the best decisions I have made in the past few weeks, as weird as that sounds. For the past hour I have just sat and stared at him, making faces and giggling like a little school girl. Anyway, Rachelle has been trying to convince me that fish have feelings, which I just can't seem to agree with. I mean, fish have the attention span of like 5 seconds, so how cant they feel happy, sad, pissed off or tired? I decided to do some research about the topic and here is what I came up with . . .

"To many, the notion that we should care about the suffering of fish seems absurd. For most, fish amount to little more than swimming protein, a healthy food to be plucked from rivers and seas.

But, as a disturbing new book shows, scientists are now confident that fish, once symbolic of dumb, primitive stupidity, do not only feel pain, but have a complex emotional life, too. Indeed, there is 'no logical reason why we should not extend to fish the same welfare considerations that we currently extend to birds and mammals'. Their expressionless 'faces', their lack of limbs and their alien aquatic environment make it ambiguous whether fish should be regarded on the same level as birds, reptiles and mammals, or lumped in with the worms, insects and lobsters.


Either way, convincing people that fish can suffer was never going to be easy. The first question is whether fish are equipped with the senses that would enable them to feel pain? Using two chemicals - bee venom and vinegar - it has been shown that fish which have been injected with these 'painful' stimulants around the mouth react very differently to those that have not - rubbing the affected area and losing interest in their food until the poison had worn off.

But the question of whether fish actually suffer had still not been answered. Even the most primitive microbes will flinch or try to escape if attacked with a blade, electricity or fire. This, however, is not the same as 'suffering'. An amoeba cannot be said to suffer simply because it lacks the necessary organ - a brain - with which to do so. CAN fish suffer? Well, recent experiments certainly showed that a fully developed pain 'pathway' is present in goldfish, linking receptors in the skin, via the spinal cord, to the brain. The question is whether they are aware, or conscious, of pain in the same way we are. Only then could they be said to suffer.

Well, scientists in Madrid have discovered that goldfish, previously the very byword for stupidity, have the ability to learn and remember their way around mazes. Male cichlids, aggressive freshwater tropical fish, have been found to be able to gauge the fighting abilities of potential rivals simply by watching earlier bouts. This ability - to create a mental ranking - is called transitive inference, and humans cannot do it until they are four years old. Perhaps the most convincing evidence that fish have 'minds' comes from studies of two reef species: the grouper and the moray eel. Swiss scientists have found that these predators cooperate in catching prey. The fat grouper is adept at chasing smaller fish around the reef. But sometimes its dinner escapes into the cracks and crevices, and so they cleverly hunt with a partner. If the prey flits into a tight hole, the grouper signals to its eel 'friend' which, being narrow and lithe, is able to finish the hunt.
What is extraordinary about this is that, aside from humans, who hunt with dogs, this is just about the only example of two separate species cooperating in a hunt. And it requires intelligence, memory and planning.

So, more and more scientists - there are still sceptics - believe fish can feel pain. Furthermore, they demonstrate intelligence and self-awareness."


Wow, you go in thinking one thing and come out thinking another! I, who was originally a skeptic that fish have no feelings, am beginning to change my mind! I guess I should try to be kind to Jose Cuervo for fear that he may end up hating me.

Information courtesy of Daily Mail.

I don't do coke.

I smell Rachelle. Do you?

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

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ASCII art is so cool. It is just an assortment of symbols, letters and numbers that are used to make pictures. If you go on Google and type ASCII art into the search bar you will find some crazy shit of everything from pot leaves to chickens.

big f**ing deal

*Sigh*. What a fucking idiot. While introducing Barack Obama at the health care reform meeting televised live, yes live, for the entire world to see, vice president Joe Biden decides to whisper in Obama's ear, "This is a big fucking deal." Yes. We understand this, and I'm sure Obama did too. No need to go on LIVE TELEVISION and make the left wing look even worse than some news channels do already. Ugh.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Trekking


Today I went on an adventure with my friend Rachlle. I found a stick and I decided to act like I was God and walk around with it. Then we went to a craft store and bought a bunch of stuff that we can use to make tons 'o jewelry. I got so many new medallions and cool beads that I cannot wait to use and make necklaces out of! My friend Rachelle bought a Beta fish that she names Alfredo, yes like the Italian cream sauce. He's white, spiky and can't stay focused. Well, you know what they say -- pets resemble their owners -- did you feel that third degree burn Rachelle? Did you? It's been a pretty bad week so far, but I have spring break to look forward to . . .

alfredo

Here's another video from Primary 1, this one's called Mess Detective. I just can't get over them.

Monday, March 22, 2010

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WE WILL NOW HAVE UNIVERSAL HEALTH CARE IN THE YEAR 2014. WE FINALLY DID IT.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

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I'm just supporting my Etsy craze, ya know, the usual. Oversized Indian Blanket Jacket.

TAKE A PEEK.

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I'm still trying to decide what my favorite smell of the summer is going to be. As of now, it's between this Coconut Mango oil and another lavender scented oil that I have. I like body oils because, when placed on your pressure points, the smell lingers much longer, and it's stronger. I am also in love with this Marc Jacobs perfume that I have, but I want Lola which is his most recent creation. I'm also thinking about getting Chanel No. 5 and Fresh Hesperides, if I can get myself to save up enough for them. This may take awhile.

Thank you BLEACHBLACK for this video of Primary 1 singing Sometime Wannabe.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

my collection

MGMT: Time to Pretend

Yeah I know the song's overplayed, but I don't give a fuck. Just read the lyrics because they speak to me more than the music, which happens on few occasions . . .

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

This is our decision, to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.
Yeah, it's overwhelming, but what else can we do.
Get jobs in offices, and wake up for the morning commute.

Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

There's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.
The models will have children, we'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models, everything must run it's course.

We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

3/20



I never realized how much I love getting flowers until my dad gave me a bouquet tonight.


Friday, March 19, 2010

I like to . . .

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  • sleep
  • shop for things that I don't need like more boots and jewelry
  • watch Southpark and Daria
  • sit in my room and do nothing which usually ends with me reading a magazine I've read 10 times
  • take pictures whenever I have a working camera
  • make jewelry out of anything and everything
  • wear clothes that make me feel comfortable
  • drink wine
  • garden
  • draw geometric pieces of art
  • try new perfumes and oils
  • light candles that smell of cinnamon, other spices, linens, roses and cologne
  • listen to African tribal music
  • read horoscope books
  • buy stuff on Etsy
  • read books about aliens
  • watch Ghost Hunters&Planet Earth
  • get my hair cut
  • eat Mexican food
  • drink Coke
  • have soft skin
  • have newly shaven legs
  • spray paint anything that can be spray painted
  • wear unique sunglasses
  • write in my journal about the people who annoy the fuck out of me
  • collect tapestries
  • put money in my hamburger bank
  • read poems that ramble but somehow make sense
  • be on my Blackberry
  • watch scary movies
  • procrastinate doing my homework
  • lay in my pillows and pretend that everything is going to be okay
  • decorate
  • take bubble baths with exploding bath balls
  • pretend that I'm a rock star

Ring-A-Ling






















Here's my daily dosage of ringage.

escape

Thursday, March 18, 2010




It's a Banhart Nation



Chatroulette is what all the cool kids are doing. Trust me.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

crop shop

Oh crop circles. They're filled with wonder and can instill fear in the likes of myself and practically the rest of humanity. Since appearing in the media in the late 1970's crop circles have become the subject of speculation by various paranormal, and ufological investigators. Some have proposed that they were created by freak meteorological phenomena while others say they are messages from extraterrestrials. The location of many crop circles near ancient sites such as Stonehenge has led to many New Age belief systems incorporating crop circles, including the beliefs that they are formed in relation to ley lines, lines that go across the Earth and are points of a stronger gravitational pull, and that they give off energy that can be detected through dowsing which is a process where a Y-shaped rod is used to detect radiation. Many researches have claimed that within the grains of several crop circles that pieces of metal have been found that give off radiation in this dowsing process.

Not only is metal found in the crop circles, but they are produced in areas inaccessible to vehicles. At first they were simple circles of bent-over grain stalks. Soon a new crop of more elaborate designs evolved—geometric forms reminiscent of profound mathematical theorems. Some cerealogists (people who study crop circles) say that these diagrams must be created by intelligent alien beings from elsewhere. Even though these diagrams must be constructed in a very short time span, the genuine crop circles never show any serious mistakes or blunders of execution. Cerealogists see this as evidence that the aliens must be very intelligent and much more advanced than we are. That's mere speculation, of course.
The crop circles are formed through the bending and succinct laying down/manipulation of the crops which happens because the instruments aliens use are said to emit mitogenetic radiation (M-rays) that are well known to affect some living plants, especially wheat, barley, oats and corn. M-rays weaken the stalk structure near the ground, and the stalks bend over gently to lie flat on the ground, showing no evidence of forceful breaking.

One of the most interesting circles to appear in recent years appeared during early August this year at Milk Hill, Alton Barnes, Wiltshire that has been named 'The Galaxy'. This particular circle comprised of more than 400 circles, perfectly aligned in a psychedelic swirl. The whole formation measured a mammoth 1500 feet across with the circles ranging in size from a few feet in diameter to more than 70 feet across! John Lundberg, who is a self-confessed crop circle hoaxer, said 'If this formation was man-made, allowing for time to get into and out of the field under cover of darkness, the construction time should be around four hours. Given that there are 400 circles, some of which span 70ft, that would mean that one of these circles would need to be created every 30 seconds and that's not even allowing time for the surveying, purely for flattening. This formation pushes the envelope, and that's a massive understatement.'

Karen Douglas, 31, who is a crop circle expert from Gosport, Hampshire, added:
'This is very, very exciting. Even the people who usually debunk the formations think this one is incredible. It is the sheer size and complexity that sets it apart. There have been big formations before but never as many circles. People are really astounded by it.'

The second picture is a modified crop circle version of a message that was sent out into deep space in 1974 from the Arecibo satellite dish in Puerto Rico, broadcast in the direction of the globular cluster M13. The Arecibo message was a simple graphic consisting of 73 rows of 23 "bits" per row. This number of rows and columns was chosen because each is a prime number. Prime numbers could be easily guessed by any recipients, and that would help them to decode the graphic. The message was sent by simple shifting of the signal between two frequencies in the 2,380 MHz band. It took three minutes to send the message. So basically, this message was just sent randomly into outer space and it gave the kind of information that any culture would want to learn about us: where we are located (at least within our solar system), what we look like (a crude stick figure), a simple drawing of the telescope used to send the message, and something about our biological construction (DNA and some of the building blocks of our biochemistry.)

The crop circle found in Hampshire looks very much like the one broadcast in 1974. But there are some differences: the Hampshire pattern has replaced the Arecibo Telescope with another graphic that is reminiscent of a space satellite with solar cells. The diagram that shows our solar system has been replaced with another that still has nine worlds, but planets 3 through 5 are offset, and the last is drawn larger than the others. Finally, the graphic of the human has been modified by a stick figure that, while humanoid, has a far larger head. This shit is so fucking weird, but intensely interesting. Here's a picture of how one could go about understanding the crop circle created in Hampshire. I have a feeling that the Galaxy circle shown above is legitimate, but I don't know about the communication between aliens and we here on Earth. I mean the workmanship looks rather rushed and messy, far worse than that of the Galaxy. So, I think that the 'ET Message' was probably a hoax on a major scale, perhaps made to 'cash in' on the 'Galaxy' crop circle that appeared just a few weeks before! Get at these circles on your own, they're quite intriguing.













Thanks to Cosmic Crops.

Rezervation

I went to a band competition today as a field trip with my school. Now, I'm not going to say that I love band and that my entire life revolves around it, but I like it . . . to an extent. Anyone who is in band with me knows what I mean. I play percussion which is the technical terms for the drums, if that even matters. But anyway, the whole band spirit doesn't really seem to be there in rehearsals. Part of it may be because we rehearse at 7 in the morning. We all went to the competition expecting to do okay, but not really get anything out of it because we seem to put ourselves down a lot and self loathe. We listened to two other bands who did okay, and then we got up there. OUR PERFORMANCE WAS THE FUCKING SHIT. We did so unbelievably well and the pieces that we played sounded perfect which is far from how they go at our early rehearsals. There were two other bands that played fantastically and the other seven were somewhat decent. We got a gold rating which is the highest you can get, AND to top everything off there are trophies that you can win for best brass section, woodwind section and percussion section. WE WON BEST BRASS AND PERCUSSION. I was so fucking happy because I never thought we were that good. It was incredible because no other school won three awards AND got a gold rating. I have never been more proud of the school that I go to.
And the weather is beautiful! It is 63 and sunny which I think is the perfect temperature. I'm gonna go sit outside while doing my homework which is a nice change from fucking bundling up on my bed and trying to keep warm.


Photo courtesy of Banshee Beat who's new work I love, and this photo reminds me so much of summer which I cannot wait for.
ShamrockSparkleSml2 Pictures, Images and PhotosHAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY.
may the luck 'o the Irish be with you.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Shawl-a-Rific

These are what I have been waiting for! Spring is almost upon us and that means an overhaul of my scarves, jackets, coats, and boots (well, not entirely, but my sandals are now going to see the light). I was on BLEACHBLACK and I found a link to Cold Water Creek, a store that sells these shawls and wraps that can go over dresses, shirts and tanks. They’re so light and flowy I can see myself skipping around in the sun with any of these puppies flying listlessly with the breeze/ I love the crocheting, tribal prints, and velvet -- yes velvet -- that these are made of. Cold Water Creek also has so many dresses, skirts, and sandals, and though many of the things are made for older women, there are those rare finds on the site, especially in the “Outlet” section that made me “oooooo” and “ahhhh.” Take a gander at the rest of these at the site’s link which is posted below and let your inner free spirit flow out.

Here's a link to Cold Water Creek's website.

trippytrippytrippytrippy

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It's like they're calling to me.



SPRING BREAK 2010 CANNOT COME SOON ENOUGH.

Monday, March 15, 2010

J'accuse
(What I have been running around school/home/work yelling because I think it sounds cool)
(And it means "I accuse" in French)





(Sorry for the lack of informational posts . . . I'll be writing one tomorrow about something I come up with between now and then)

Scat

Sunday, March 14, 2010

1 + 1 + fun = 2fun


It's an all for the mountain ritual.

--o-o--


I have been obsessed with Daria for the past week. This show depicts high school for me so perfectly. Though I don't really see myself as Daria, I find that everyone who she deals with is similar to the idiots, skanks, bitches, adults and acquaintances who I am forced to be around. You have that dumb bitch who takes forever to get a sentence out because she has trouble putting words together; that girl who you know would stab you in the face to be the top of the class but pretends like she wants the best for you; that dad who wants to know what's going on, but doesn't; and teachers who are so fucking annoying. Here's where you can watch every single episode of Daria and bask in her monotoned greatness.

Mr. Depp


PERFECTION IN THE FORM OF A MAN.


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Saturday, March 13, 2010

BEASTIE BOYS

Picture courtesy of Urban Outfitters.

apocalypse



Picture courtesy of Haw-Lin.

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Friday, March 12, 2010

G00GLE

I was rather bored the other day so I found myself on Google scrolling through pages of random nonsense. I then came across a part of the website called Doodle 4 Google, where people can send in submissions of designs. You may ask what these designs are for, so for everyone who has no idea what I am talking about, every month Google changes their logo that appears on the home page of the site to a design that encompasses both the "Google" phrase we know and love as well as a design that expresses a particular holiday that may be celebrated globally, or in one country alone. The home page display is changed for New Years, Valentine's Day, the numerous holiday's in the winter months and less well known ones as well, such as Chinese Lantern Day, and the birthday's of some well known people like Martin Luther King Jr. and Michael Jackson. There are artists who are sometimes hierd to design the logos, but children and even some unknowns have had their submissions used. I scrolled through every Doodle 4 Google deisgn over the past seven years and came across these that I loved and wanted to share. xx.
I'm having a germ party, and you're all invited.

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

I WANT.

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Vividly dreaming, silently screaming.

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holez

My friend Rachelle suggested that I do a post about weird piercings, and because I have gone through so many "Omg, I want to get ______ pierced," phases, I figured this would be rather humorous. I was debating whether or not I should put up pictures of where some of these body parts are, but in the process of searching, I came across so many really disturbing pictures of people getting their eyelids pierced, so the whole picture thing didn't work out.

1. The skin between your thumb and index finger. Why the fuck would somebody do this? I mean your hand is just one place that a piece of jewelry does NOT need to be.

2. Cleavage. How is this even possible?

3. The skin between your wrist and the base of your hand. I read a story about some girl who got this pierced and said that it looks really cool which I happen to disagree with.

4. A corset piercing down the side of your ribcage. Okay, I have looked up pictures of this and I cannot understand why someone would want to pierce holes in their body just so they can put string in them. Why not just wear an actual corset?

5. The skin at the top of your neck, below the chin. Ouch. I wonder if every time a person with this piercing swallows food, that they can feel it hitting the piercing.

6. The area right where your toes begin on your feet. I don't mean between toes; I mean literally in the middle of your foot. I saw this picture of someone who had webbed toes with this piercing and I almost threw up, all over my keyboard.

7. YOUR DIMPLES. This has to top them all. People get their dimples pierced so that when they're not smiling, they still have something where their dimples are to attract attention. Beyond weird.


I have my ears pierced, and that's pretty much all I can handle for now; except maybe a second piercing in my earlobe, and another in my cartilage, but I could not see myself getting anything in one of the aforesaid spots. I just got the chills thinking about it.

LushLushLushLush


I just went with my friend Holly to Lush and bought myself another product. It's actually an obsession. This time around, I got the Wiccy Magic Muscles Body Massage Bar. What a mouthful. Anyway, I had this item featured in the collage from my last post about Lush, but here is a more detailed picture of how the bar looks. This one is something I am going to use EVERY DAY, because it has a musty and spicy smell to it, something I just can't get enough of. It is made from Aduki beans, Shea butter, cinnamon leaf oil, peppermint oil and coconut oil. These natural ingredients, all mixed together form a pretty large bar that has already, within two uses, made my hands visibly smoother, and it costs only $8.75. Never have I marketed a company's product more than I have this brand. Seriously, one you go Lush, the shit is a must.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

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I actually just spent two hours at the mall wandering around looking at new shit in music/movie stores, and watching old, fat men getting massages. I also got this mango and banana smoothie from a cart near Bath and Body Works, and as I was walking towards the parking lot, I saw a display in Macy's of a bunch of strange looking blocks, all colored differently. I walked over because their smell lured me in from such a far distance. It turns out that what I was looking at was a display by the cosmetic and body care company Lush. They sell everything from body butters, to shampoo bars, to scrubbing soaps filled with vanilla seeds and star anise. Lush also sells these insane balls of soothing oils and soap that explode when you put them in a bath, sending foam and sparkles flying all over your bath water and you. I couldn't stop myself and bought a body butter filled with oatmeal and seeds called the Bufffy and another called the Glitterbug Sparkle Bar. They made my skin feel so soft after one use and they smell so good that words could not even describe it. Everything is fairly cheap and I bought the two bars for about $20, which will last me for quite some time. Everything is au naturale, and way better for your skin than the chemicals and concocitons in the lotions you can buy at drugstores. I command you to go on the website and get yoself some soapz.

substance abuse


I am finding new things out about myself everyday. Is it that I didn't take the time to notice before? Or is it that I have reached a spire in my aging, one where I have this insatiable desire to know what I really like, and what I don't. I like to tell myself that it is the latter because it lets me think that I haven't been completely blind to my inevitable maturation.

I just wish that I could settle on my likes and dislikes so that I could have one constant means of inspiration for several months. I love the cosmos, nature and Native American tribal stories, but who knows for how long? To love something for more than a few months would allow me to take in everything it has to offer, but no. I get bored so easily, and though my interests vary slightly, maybe from the cosmos one month to tapestry's the next, I will forever try never loose the love I once had for each of these means of inspiration. MKO and mammal skulls are an obsession right now, but I mean, here today, gone tomorrow. Rings on the other hand, are here to stay.
Photos courtesy of The Lovely Bones.

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This is a preview from Mara Hoffman's fall 2010 line that is going to be coming out shortly! I love everything from her previous lines and this litle number right here is beautiful . . . except the disgustingly skinny model sporting the clothing. To be this skinny is most definitely NOT okay.










And I love these insanely printed leggings.










. . . and the shoes too.