"and yes, she's a system and the plan, so devising. let's go!"

finally got some summer in there. Kirsten (I Can't Make You Love Me) and I ran around like fools the other day. She stole my shorts. I drank her iced passion tea. We traded shoes we already own in mismatched sizes when the correct sizes were back at home in each others' closest. no damage done to k's converse, but my sandals are now a little too big.

finally got my camera remote in the mail, so actual regular blogging will now actually, er, happen. about time, right?

"down below those dandy clothes you're just a shade too white"

american apparel tri-blend tank, don't be a hero and vintage jewelry, vintage sweater

my beast (i.e. golden retriever) Sam

beloved gray converse

american apparel tri-blend tank and raglan sweatshirt, topshop chrome shorts


yeah, I am actually alive. hard to believe, I know. I've just been insanely busy so I figured I had to give you a little heads up with that last post to let you know that I was going to be a little preoccupied for a while.

I've started a new job that was seriously kicking my ass for a second there. I figured out later that I was the only one there starting out with my position without any previous experience or real protocol training, yay! But I've got it down now and my boss's "figure out the best way for you" approach to instruction actually did work out for the better, just made me absolutely panicked that I was about to be fired every second for about the first week or so.

Am also taking summer classes which aren't too bad. Public Speaking's a bitch but I'm also spending it with a couple good friends. And though Advanced Composition is at night, I'm an English nerd so I actually really like it... don't judge me :P

Sorry about the pictures, I can't seem to find someone who will actually help me out with the blog and take photos of my outfits, which are majorly 90's inspired currently. nothing beats the ska/grunge/surf rat of the 90's in my mind, it's pretty much my childhood as a wannabe tomboy street hockey wahine (which is an actual word) summarized. Listened to nothing but No Doubt and Nirvana for the majority of my life until I moved where they had never heard of either them. Damn un-ska, anit-grunge Nor Cal. Moved here and all the wore was L.L. Bean, which has, thankfully, evolved a bit since then :P

as for Sam, I call him Beast because he's actually the sweetest living thing ever. total affection whore :P

"turning us into fire, turning us into monsters, it's all desire, it's all desire, it's all desire"

here are a few things I've purchases recently. so I'm assuming this would be one of those "recent purchases" posts? am I doing it alright so far, I'm so concerned

seriously, if you've gotten this far and not realized I'm the most sarcastic person this side of the Mississippi, turn back now. that part wasn't as much.

so I got this United Arrows jacket from Lulu and googled it the second I felt how freaking soft it is, the version of this without sleeves is fuzuckin $700 for serious.

needless to say, I got a fantastic deal. what now

how you like teh poladriods? the actual pictures were better, but this is kewler. which I'm told is not a word, but I refuse to give it up. my face-stomping friend Stompface (I'm all into redundancy, which is to say needless, tautological, pleonastic or superfluous text, by which one repeats, in duplication, the same, identical, aforesaid things over and over and over and over again, tonight. I've reread Uncyclopedia's 'article' on redundancy. again. trouble always follows) showed me how teh poladroids put smudgy fingerprints on for you! this is my most favorite thing of this second.

WAIT. where are my smudgy goodness-es? damn. I had such hope. second over.

so here's the condom box in the first pic. you see that big-ass box in the pic below that you would expect to find a toaster in if it were shipped to you? yeah, that's what it came in. had a friend over the day it came and we laughed at that irony for hours. talk about pipe dreams.

the white blazer, which is epic, is from Camille, and the denim bustier (by which I mean, holy fuck, I didn't realize such epicness was manufactured, ya know? this means I can buy it for my very own!) is from The Stylish Wanderer. I've been a bit busy on the spending like someone between jobs shouldn't be spendin. oh well.

the last pic is of my closet, which isn't actually a closet, but a clothes-rack, and don't pity me, but I freaking love it. every person that I tell that face-to-face just sighs and looks at me like "oh you poor thing" while I'm like, but no! I live in the basement and have concrete floors and it's awesome! which honestly, doesn't convince them of anything I'd like them to think.

promise to do the "satisfied customer" posts for all very soon, I'm nearly done with teh research paper and I will soon be available for, um, blogging that actually takes energy. fancy that.