Five Finger Discount

So we were in Aardvarks today and I accidently stole a pair of sunglasses. (Yes, accidently!)

I kinda tucked them onto my top and like between my boobs in between trying on different pairs of glasses and totally forgot that they were there. I only realized they were still tucked in my boob after we had driven away.

And I didn't feel too guilty then, but now I do.

And prolly worst of all is that I regret not tucking the cuter, super retro/60s' white ones in between the girls. EPIC FAIL.


(kinda what the white ones looked like, but they were more square)

(you can see the top of them; but not the cute leopard print sides^^^)

Armani Prive

Amazing dress.

I MUST FIND A REPLICA OR SOMETHING LIKE IT ASAP.

Yay for thrift stores.

Dear Diary...

Elvin scored his first goal today. And of course I wasn't there to see it. Am not sure whether to blame myself for not being more involved in general or them for not inviting/telling me about the game.

:/

Cargasmic picture party part deux:

***Interior**

A cargasmic day...

So, on her way to my house, Kyra sends me a text about how she just had an "explosive cargasm" (hold the dirty jokes, please and thanks). Of course I believed her just cuz she has excellent taste; I think I "lol"-ed but then didn't think too much of it.

Then we drove by the cars...

HOLY FUCKING HELL. SWEET MOTHER OF MARY. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. PETER, BJORN, AND JOHN. MARY MAGDALENE. JULIA ROBERTS'S CHARACTER IN 'PRETTY WOMAN.' (Yay, prostitutes!)

I wanted to hotwire (haha, as if I know how) all the cars and just drive off in them.

Yes, all three of them. At the same time.

The yellow one is my fave:

And yes, we did stop the car, park, and get out just to take pictures. They were that beautiful.

And then about one block up (right across the street from the post office for all you El Segundo denizens) was another Triumph (gt6, I think) in white.

But the cargasms didn't stop there... On the way home, we passed about 20-25 (no lie; Kyra counted up until 17 but then gave up) gorgeous Corvettes. Yes, a Corvette Gang. New and Old. In a variety of colors. Needless to say, they were beautiful (too).

Rock Climbing DEFINITELY does a body good...

MUZICK

So, usually I don't bother with New Year's resolutions, with the exception of the usual get in shape/be a better person bullshit, but approximately four whole minutes again, the flickering light bulb up there actually went off.

Are you ready for this?

I am going to pursue a musical endeavor! Now, I don't exactly know what (as this idea only came to me approximately six minutes ago; no, I don't type that slow...I just got slightly distracted...), but it makes sense, right? I love music. The sweet melodies of music flood my ears more than any other sound, maybe with the exception of my thoughts...but that's a whole other blog. Additionally, I painfully just realized that I have never even attempted any musical endeavors; what the flip is wrong with me?!?! (Proverbial) God knows I've tried just about everything else!

Twice, I have almost crept into the musical arena. The first was in third grade; we had to learn how to read music, but alas I left halfway through the year and my new school was not as dedicated to the arts (cheap Manhattan Beach school district...)

The second brush with musica came in the third grade during one of those trial classes. (You know, you take the class for like three weeks to see if you enjoy it enough to go further...) Well, it was an instrumental class and everyone was given a flimsy little recorder and promised that by the end of the three weeks they would be able to play it.

Yeah, I never got to make a liar of my teacher as inexplicably my parents decided that that year the annual family trip to New Zealand would be taken mid-school year. And of course the trip was three weeks long... I'm sure it is unnecessary to explain any further.

But it will all change this year. I will no longer just look in awe in to the lost world that is making melodies.; I will take part.

Or at least try.

And actually, I think I don't want to take up an instrument per say... I want to DJ.

Play with vinyl.

Put those fingers to good use.

And fucking dance out the soles of my shoes while doing it.


(But with dainty, brown arms)

I <3 Ellen D.

"I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her."

XD

And she has mad dancing skillz too; Portia better watch it...

MI NOMBRE EN URBANDICTIONARY.COM

1. sharlene
A girl who probably sits next to you in some class and your first impression of her is that shes probably too nice or well behaved to do anything freaky like let loose a rumbling rumplestiltskin or shout "streaking windwardly scuzzbucket!!!!"
But then you go to a party and she happens to be the only sober one there and shes still crazier than Stephanie dry humping the ladder that you brought into the living room.

Alex - Hey Sharlene ... How's life?
Sharlene - ... STREAKING WINDWARDLY SCUZZBUCKETS LOLOLOLOOLOL!!!! *Straddles ladder violently*
Alex - 0.o ( . Y . )
Stephanie - I CAN DO IT


ROFL

Someday, I too shall have sleeves as such:

Mutiple-Personality Disorder?

So I was going through a journal from when I was 15 and I came across this most amusing, random, and perplexing entry:

"I am Bob. I am George. I am Gina. I am the very fat cat on the corner. I am you."

Followed by:

"Someday those five sentences will be known by every educated person on this planet. Bon Nuit."


Good to know that the illusions of grandeur have been with me from an early age. Lulz.

My brother is so much cooler than yours...

 

LA DE DA DE FUCKING DA

Oh Verona! Is it foolish to fantasize about the future? Yes? Then I am a fool...




I imagine that once I am on my own, I will be able to fashion my life in a manner which pleases me above all. I won't have restrictions placed upon my by those parental units, whose rules are so plenty that I am forever in a state of suffocation and constantly seeking permission to just be.

It blows.

All I want is to leave the house at three in the morn to get a veggie burger. Is that so heinous a crime?

Dunedin. My future home. I can't wait for February 21st.

HAPPY DAY

I'm going to paint the freeing of Palestine AND open a Vegan restaurant.
With Leo.
<3

Image

How important is image to you? I've always thought that I was relatively untouched by the disease of being image-conscious, but tonight I found myself questioning...well, myself. I have realized that there are moments when I feel like I must project a certain image...these days I've been sporting a hipster look, but after browsing pictures of the swingin' sixties mod look, I have made up my mind to hop over to MAC Cosmetics after work and pick up maquillage to make this endeavor all the more successful.

Damn that was a long sentence.

I found this amusing and very relevent to my day as today I spent hours sitting at my local Borders reading the unappreciated and very informative account that is Skinny Bitch. Don't be fooled by the title; the book under discussion is not a piece of propaganda for just body image, but for a healthy and animal cruelty-free lifestyle.

hmmm

Ever have so much on your mind but can't seem to distinguish between the different things floating up there? Well, my friend, if your anwser to that was yes, then we have something in common.
**insert sigh here**

Moving on...

I had mock duck salad today for the first time! And surprisingly it was quite tasty. And duckish, I think anyway. I can't exactly remember what duck tastes like but the taste of my muck (hehehe) did trigger some memories...less salty memories, but memories nonetheless.

Not my lyrics, and not my video, but its a really good song

"Somehow we survive, we don't even try,We don't like who we are, but we pretend anyway
Because we're human and such, we long for someone to touch
A little death to escape, a shallow grave with a face
Because we're ANYONE, is there anybody out thereis there anybody, ANYONE
is there anybody out there, ANYONE
is there anybody, oh oh oh oh, calling anybody repeat x5
Somehow we collide, we don't even know why
We can't quite comprehend, what makes us crawl in our skin
Because we're empty inside, we get no thrilled from this life
Consumed by pillars of fire, convicted by our desire
To just find ANYONEis there anybody out thereis there anybody, ANYONE
is there anybody out there (ANYONE)is there anybody (ANYONE) till fade"


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4GHZANVO9Q