see inside of the eye here are some things i saved as drafts in my mobile phone in the past week or so:
i've had a long love for indifferent eyebrows. eyebrows that don't have much of an expression; un-fierce, but still kind of meaningful. alexis bledel, for example. sometimes joseph gordon-levitt. and i love where he kind of pouts his eyebrows into innocence and his crow's feet stick out and it's the most adorable thing, i go nuts. (i'm pretty sure joy does, too. no, no. in fact- she gets hard-ons.) - there aren't a lot of men i'd marry, but i would marry him in an instant. and curtis stone- cos he can cook! and wtf, is he STILL SINGLE??
intervening interviewers. for example, tyra and oprah. i'll hear something really good from the person they're interviewing/ having a conversation with. i'll hear something like, 'the reason i did this was because...' and then BAM oprah asks another question or tells an anecdote. if you really think about it, just when the person was about to go really deep in the conversation/interview, it goes NOWHERE. i have realised that this has angered me multiple times in the past. i get over it though.
friends first. self explanatory. (well- besides family.) take care of them, be considerate of their feelings, regardless of what's going on.
i need to send a letter to my friend saying, 'you cannot really experience who i am without looking through my stuff'. or i guess anyone else's stuff, for that matter. he and another friend went through the contents of my room one night and my 15(?) year old self started to get angry- especially at friend number two. last time when friend number one came over, i said, 'feel free to go through my stuff.' he said he wouldn't. but i was thinking, 'no, i'm serious.' truthfully, we don't know eachother too well this time- and going through the contents of one's room is a great way of wonderfully knowing a person without saying any words- especially if there's lack of time. he's lovely.
i thought about it and talked about it today with moon dragon. males are lucky; there are times when i wish to be a guy. one of the main reasons i think so is because they get to travel alone if they wanted to, whereas women are generally more vulnerable out in the world of the unknown. it would be a GREAT to be able to travel alone as a young woman, but honestly, it's not so possible- with some exceptions, depending on where i'm going. i also feel like girls MAY go unnoticed when it comes to being friendly and open to people (or strangers), for some reason. it's like girls are already born with 'nice' so it's kind of expected. ^all of this is probably just me, cos i'm crazy. i guess this is me comparing myself to a guy. but think about it: would a stranger act differently if a guy were to strike up a conversation with him/her (with wit!) than if that person were to be introduced by a girl? does that make any sense? also- i just can't be around middle-aged men without having myself put a wall up, whereas guys don't have to worry about that shit!
you know how sometimes you can't help but judge someone because of the way they act or look like? for instance, you just look at a person and think, 'wow! she looks like bitch!' in all seriousness, i saw a girl on campus and ANGER was PERMANENTLY PLASTERED all over her face. that's when i thought, 'wow, she looks like a bitch.'
watched 'natural heroes again'. think globally, act locally. > cuba is amazing!
i have this absolutely INGENIOUS talent of hiding underneath blankets. last year, there have been many, many times when i would be sleeping on the couch (near the kitchen where my mom would be), and i would be woken up by my mom's concerned voice saying, 'where did christine go?' i would get up- scare her as if i was jesus who had died and rose again (or like a zombie), and say, 'you don't know where your own daughter is?' she'd have a heart attack, thinking i was gone for hours. there has also been a time when i stayed home from school with my mom not knowing i was home the whole time. the weapon? my blanket. it was weird being 'absent' with my mom thinking i was at school. there was an instance this year when i was sleeping on the couch again with my comforter over my body. i guess my brother was trying to find the remote control. he threw back my comforter and found me instead. i seriously think i just look like a mass of blanket material if i'm under covers.
i have no idea how this idea materialised into my head but, death should not scare you. if anything, life should scare you in the best way possible.
'i don't get why people blast loud music on the highest volume from their car with their windows down. it's like, what are they trying to show off? their music? because it really isn't that great.' no.... it really isn't.
on the final day of summer session: 'regret. i generally don't regret things in life, but when it comes to NOT meeting people and NOT doing something regardless of the result- sure. there was this girl who was the first person i glanced at on the first day of class. she smiled, and i thought, 'oh hey, i should be her friend. she seems nice :)' and then i never introduced myself to her. and then i never exchanged numbers. and never became friends with her. and then i found out that she was only in seventh grade and was just about to attend NYU so she had to leave early. doesn't really matter now, but- she could've been someone i would have called up, were i needed to have a place to stay on the east coast. also! she would've potentially been a good a friend. and, The Only Cute Guy In Class. i'm sure at least half of the girls in class thought the same thing. he looked single. he also looked like a badass. he held the door open for me once- that was the closest i ended up getting to him, physically (he was tall!). and then on the last week, i finally heard his voice (he was a silent man). he asked the professor about turning in an assignment or somethingwhateverother. i was surprised; i didn't expect him to have a soft, light and airy voice. his voice was the epitome of innocence, and- what was that?- slight politeness? it gave me hope! but alas, i never even... :sigh: he looked too cool for me, anyway.
- that reminds me of this commercial i saw for 'road a trip nation'. there was this one woman who said something along the lines of, '... the worst part of life would be lying in a gurney, thinking about what you haven't done...'
the chrisgreen (lolol get it??) challenge: use the least water and energy as possible. .. using only one set of utensils, one plate, one bowl and one glass per day. it should be sanitary. i am officially a vegetarian (again!) today. let's conquer that shit, once and for all.
i am HELLA AFRAID of contracting necrotizing fasciitis (flesh-eating bacteria). as well as hpv. i still need to get vaccinated...
my back hurts; i was supposed to work on my journal, not my blog, wtf; i really shouldn't be on myspace anymore...; my room needs to be cleaned.
why isn't reading/viewing/listening to working?
[17 Jun 2009 | Wednesday] 12:15 PM
hell fllippin' yeahyuh 'Contrary to popular trends, I'm actually hardcore into ruffles.'
i couldn't agree more. click here.
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i had a really really really really great time yesterday, just spending time with friends. daniel !adagio! is the bomb diggity- the guys i know are some of the best and nicest guys i know. thank you for the pizza and everything else :)
and i planted peach colada kisses on alyssa's face! -no, that's really the name of my lipstick.
i'm also excited i'm in coolege.
oh! and my relatives in grayslake, illinois sent me a couple hundred $$$. it is deeply appreciated. i miss chicago, so i should visit family again soon. which also gives me an opportunity to visit candice!
ummm that's all for now! have a great day!
ps. the lady in the checkout line in front of me at walmart this morning... she looked seventy and fabulous. she was with her husband. i like elderly, cute couples!
speaking of elderly... i think i want to volunteer at the nearby retirement homes. <3
[27 May 2009 | Wednesday] 6:26 PM
tastes like darjeeling
lb lb garancedor
[lookbook, garancedore]
i wish i were living in a more temperate area, just so i wouldn't have to say bye-bye to sweaters and jackets so soon. for instance, i've only worn my pleather jacket once and my neon-rainbow grandpa sweater... never. actually, i need to find that sweater- i hope my mom didn't give it away, thinking it was garbage.
and my black military jacket! i've worn that twice; the first was at a friend's birthday extravafuckingganza- it wasn't even cold. - i can't wear anything in palmdale without looking like i belong somewhere else. every chick at the party was either in a bikini or a hollister tee and a denim mini. and to be frank, i feel uncomfortable not 'blending in'. not to say i don't like sticking out, i just sort of wish there was more range in style/personality around here. i remember being eleven or twelve- i saw this kid at the mall (a little older than me) wearing a bad credit tee, along with a blazer, fedora, and ray ban wayfarers. you can tell wasn't from around here. i think i remember giving him a nod.
i don't know; maybe it's just me. maybe i should meet more people. but i always say that.
anyway, i'd die for that alexander wang sweater in the third picture. how is the weather in australia at the moment? isn't it winter there? i love the parisian boy in the first picture. i sigh. and i love the girl's hair in the second picture. mmmbyebye, sweaters and jackets.
it gets too bright and hot around the desert.
oh, and seriously. i'm fat. and i would only lose a few pounds solely for apparel. that's how shallow i am. clothes clothes and clothes. i don't care if my face looks like ET, i just want to be skinny so i can wear clothes.
that sounded funny. but no, i could never give up oreos and french fries. le sigh. starting friday, i am going to do my summer challenge- sometimes with scott. we're gonna get fit and go crazy! and we're going to ride the bus. and i have to do research and studying stuff, just so i can get my mind fully together again.
is it weird that i like the humidity? it's like getting a facial; i can feel my pores open up.
i quite like these girly, non-girlish posts.
ps. i still have to use this beautiful forest green picnic basket and i found my brother's long board in the garage so anyone who can skate who can teach me how to skate, please do! :)
pps. please host an event that'll allow me to wear what's in my closet. thank you.
[18 May 2009 | Monday] 8:51 PM
! i just thought of a good blog topic.
'does *my intelligence intimidate you?'
*my/ your/ her/ his
[16 May 2009 | Saturday] 6:32 PM
come on and kick me
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[09 Apr 2009 | Thursday] 4:07 PM
random ramblings
(just to get anything fashion-related over with)
i know. i don't finish a lot of diy's. this one is definitely worth a start <3
speaking of vests- i saw a radass multi-studded cropped one at zzibleghhehg. 25$ though. i'd wear it everywhere.
i've realised that 'thursday' is never a song.
there's 'sunday bloody sunday' by u2, 'monday monday monday' by tegan and sara (and manic monday by the bangles), 'ruby tuesday' by the rolling stones, 'wednesday' by jimmy eat world, 'friday i'm in love' by the cure and 'saturday' by fall out blah (don't ask how i knew that). though every day of the week is featured in 'friday i'm in love', but 'friday' is the flavour of the week. since that's the day that robert is in love. also- 'pizza day' by the aquabats. but.... 'friday' is (also) the best day of the week.
damn you, friday. thursday needs some spotlight, too. thursday can be a great day! depending on how it went. i should write a song about thursday, now.
anyways.
i have a plan of action if there were ever to be a columbine at highland. i know, it shouldn't be mentioned in a joking manner because it's a very serious subject. but being murdered by a homicidal maniac is also serious! so, ever since i heard about columbine at age eight, i devised a plan using
ketchup. ketchup can be one way of not getting killed. in a lot of instances though, it would definitely NOT work.
but say the school issued a code red. what do you do? fake death. take that heintz and make sure it gushes out of your spleen. also, being scared to death will help make you turn white.
if homicidal maniac comes along... he thinks his partner already shot you.
... unless he didn't have a partner. then you're pretty much done for.
haha, sorry. this was just what was going on in my head three years ago when i watched elephant- there could've been some ways to escape death!
i know, i'd be the first one to die.
i have no idea why i feel like my face changes all the time. the other day my face was the shape of an oval- really? since when did that happen? the next day my face was its regular shape again- whatever it is. i'm a freak.
having only one foot, leg, and buttcheek numb all at once is the weirdest feeling...
i think my friends get a little weirded out when i touch them. mainly my best guy friends... when i squeeze their arms. i only squeeze my guy friends' arms- it would be weird if i squeezed my girl friends' arms... it's just this strange gesture of love- i think i get it from my mom. but it's not like i'm trying to feel out their arm muscles or anything. i just squeeze their arm... i don't know it's weird. but generally i'm a touch-ish kind of person, i guess. i like giving hugs, being hugged, patting someone's back, putting my hand on their shoulder, holding hands if-ever in a romantic relationship which is never-, squeezing arms, etc. especially if i accidentally hurt someone, i'd put my hand to where the pain is to make up for the pain, if it helps- which probably doesn't, haha.
i went to school today to get a prom permission slip, and i ended up watching freaks and geeks in guthrie's room, which is kind of something expected :p i spent time with my peeps! it was good.
so far i hear three limo thangs are going on. anika is having one! wow, now i'm pretty excited.
and seriously, corsages are a waste of money. they die. and they're kinda huge on little wrists like mine... idk, i'd go for a flower in my hair or a sterling silver spiked bracelet. but that's just me.
i think i have to see my dad this sunday or something. wish me lots of luck.
really sorry that my blogs have been boring. back in freshman/ sophomore year i had more interesting things to write about... really deep things about the meaning of life and religion and spiritualism and all that jazz. now i have.... ketchup and having one numb buttcheek... which equals to nothing! it would be fun to do a vlog... but i would fail at it.
[19 Mar 2009 | Thursday] 6:21 PM
sizzle
tribal/ traditional/ native tattoos are so hot. especially on the back. i read somewhere that some of jolie's tats were done traditionally. eek, must've been painful!
i kind of want one... a tiny one. of hello kitty! haha, no. :p
speaking of which, miranda letter'd me and told me she has two extra tats! i wonder where she gets them, considering she mostly spends her time at a training camp. i should reply soon. by the time she graduates this april, she'll be an all-around badass who can probably rip you to bits.
... i remember pre-military miranda- so polite and quiet. :)
last time i saw her (winter break) she was cussing more than usual! whatev, she'll always be totally cool. :D
i went to la's fashion/garment district to pick out my chiffon- serious fabric heaven... i got home. and it didn't look the same. it looked candy-coloured and cheap. today's hot sun made me not care about good fabric-picking. *sigh* time's a-wasting to get my dress done.
it was pretty fun... hot weather, street snacks, bootlegged prada bags, nice people, crazy people.
my mom is one hell of a bargainer.
and seriously. i tan way easily. leave me out in the sun for 30 minutes and i'm already two or three shades darker. jesus.
afterwards we went to the good ol' korean restaurant in koreatown. cannot get over the kimchi and sizzling beef! it's making my mouth water all over again. oh, and the bim bim bap was hella good!^ (not mine, but a good picture)
hey! spring break is next week! that means i get to see more of my friends! <3
[16 Mar 2009 | Monday] 8:17 AM
b&w + colour
i had another weird dream last night! i was watching new moon, because apparently, it came out early. but maybe i wasn't watching it... i felt like i was 'on set'. but anyway. it was kinda lame. there was a blur between film and actual events. and whoever did kristen's wardrobe basically dressed her up like a little skank to get edward's (or rob's?) attention :x, which wasn't even in the book. and everyone was smoking. kellan, nikki, kristen, rob... because they do.
i also dreamt about receiving my riding boots. and then i just now realised that i don't have them yet. ugh.
erin wasson + her pad
in other news... i'm beyond stoked for my new bedroom- it looks like i just moved into a ny city apartment... not really. but i have a lot of closet space! and the no-stucco'd walls and flooring look great. just can't wait to settle in. since we're not moving to a new place and since i'll still be living here for a couple years, i might as well make myself feel more comfortable. i'll probably have a little 'room warming' and make bake cupcakes and muffins and drink tea- it'll be good :) then again... i never get to that stuff. *knocks on wood*
From our experience, Interns are nice girls who would really, really like us to come on to them. They, like you, must be looking for sex, preferably from someone good-looking and successful. So... what are you doing later? Oh, okay, cool. Well, maybe next time? Okay, okay, jeez.
The thing is, you’re a little bit quiet, so men think you’re waiting for them to start things. You do like sex a lot, they’re right about that, but few of them realize you’re a genuinely thoughtful person.
You’re choosy, not wanting to get mixed up with just anyone. Girls can get away with this kind of selectiveness for some reason. Most guys have to take whatever’s lying around, passed out.
You’re not necessarily looking for a steady relationship right now; that’s cool. Be careful to avoid people trying to tie you down to anything other than bedposts.
(childhoodflames, jakandjil) i'm inspired, so i'm diy-ing 'em, putting my own little twist :) my first practise-shredded shirt... pretty bad- as in, 'kinda ugly'. and i'm ordering my studs at studsandspikes. also. mk's jacket is totally radass. i should copyright that word.
i looooove childhoodflames' style, which i would describe as edgy basic. i'm obsessed with her swacket and how she wears it. check it here. 445$ would leave a huge dent in my wallet, unfortunately!
prom updates: (yeah, i know... it's getting old, blahblah..) went to dillard's and bought heels on sale, similar to this^ style. i kind of wish the heel were an inch taller (i think mine is a two-inch, maybe two and a half?) just because i like high heels; and instead of the shoe being a peep-toe, i wish it was an open toe so my feet can breathe a little. -just saying. not complaining, though. no one really looks at shoes, anyway. i just needed a basic black heel; nothing strappy- didn't want to cut up my height into pieces. i'm around five foot two as it is :p
i also went to the silver depot to buy a ring and i ended up getting this obnoxious knuckle-scorpion ring... oh hey, i found a picture!: you all probably think i'm really nuts, but--
oh, wait. i am.
my seller was an ib kid who graduated last year... forgot his name :[ i told him it was for prom and i could tell he was a little weirded out.
anyway. that was the last bit of my money, pretty much. i need a job. please higher me. - if only things actually worked that way. :p
tonight i'm going to my seamstress' home to drop off my fabric and take more measurements. i'm really worrying about the price of my dress. hopefully it won't be too sharp, since it's my sister's friend's mom.
many of you are probably asking (but all of you aren't, so i have to try to read minds) why i'm taking so much time to consider prom. well, i haven't been on campus for a straight year; it's my senior year; i don't see my friends often; the only highschool dance i've been to was our freshman orientation dance- it was fun; and i pretty much want to let everyone know that- yes, i am still alive and well. besides all of that, i never really get to go to any 'special events' and 'dress up', and i probably never will- unless i somehow make lots of money and go to paris and wear couture, even on my deathbed. yeah right. so the only people i know who end up in their 30s, attend special events and dress up are anika s and taylor b. why? anika will be living in the upper east side of manhattan and will be come a wealthy doctor, married to a socialite-doctor husband. being a socialite, she'll get to go to parties and galas and dress up and talk to the press about finally finding the medical cure for cancer. taylor will end up as a really famous broadway/film actress. she'll attend all of these fancy award ceremonies, and will look hot in lots of valentino and armani gowns while she wins five oscars in a row.
i don't really know how i ended up talking about anika's and taylor's future, but i think i was trying to prove a point about why i'm so crazy about prom dressing-up. and i'm enjoying this nutty, girly process of mine. won't it be crazy if it all came true though?? my bets are placed for the next 12+ years ;)
oh, another reason: i love fashion. really?
yeah, i said it.
question for les femmes: you think it's stupid, but do you think that if you were skinnier your life would be 'easier' in respects of self-esteem, guy-getting, and looking hotter/better in clothes that would only look smokin' on a model? because at times i feel that way- but with me, it's mainly about the clothes, and the fitting- everything else is only short-term and pointless. that just shows how obsessed i am about clothes and clothes and clothes.
i know you guys girls won't answer it (except for ashley??). pussies!
i know that i'm supposed to be holding back on profanity, but i need a little more spice on this blog of mine. like i said, it's been way too long. and i'm also just trying to be funny. it probably never works out.
speaking of the skinny question! what agencies/ designers/ whoever really need are tall and skinny girls. i'm sure anyone can model if they're tall and skinny. i don't think being 'beautiful' is necessary at the present. they just need walking hangers on the catwalk; a lot of models i've seen in the past decade+ aren't conventionally pretty- which i think is a great thing. they like the alien look. cool *thumbs up*
also: i really want a blogspot, but i feel like i need better 'tools'- like a great camera and more things to say. and more things to wear. if i do enough networking, i can end up like fashiontoast and recieve free stuff from topshop! <3! not my intention, and will never happen.
that was a lot.
ps. sorry if i have grammatical errors/ misspellings- i don't really pay attention. but it is a pet-peeve of mine- so sorry if it annoys your eyes! pps. i'm also sorry if i'm being a bitch about no one commenting (hence last night's post). but i hope you all (who are you??) understand.
... 11 views today. really. i just think it's polite to answer a question when someone asks it- at least one person! (see two posts before last)
/edit: my mistake... ashley told me YES- apparently it does show up. myspace is shit, ugh. ummmm.... but really, though. 69 people this week. 69. and it had to take 4(?) posts and ashley rose to tell me. i really need to interact with my readers more, because it's been 4 years, so it would be more than lovely to recieve some feedback- besides people like ashley, alyssa l, christine, etc.
i am gonna be mean and pick out random people off the top of my head... ria peters, amy sheinberg (i have a feeling i spelt your name wrong?) and umm... a boy... scott hoang. no. he doesn't count- i talk to him... not too often, but i talk to him at the present time... sean schaffer (tell me if i spelt your name wrong as well).
if either of you three (3) have read this, you have to say: i listen to miley cyrus and i eat fish balls.
basically.
i'm really sorry, but not having people comment me is kind of annoying :/ i don't know who my 'audience' is! i love you guys, though. really. i have NO IDEA who the fuck i'm talking to, but i love you.
i'm sorry. i had a depressing day, hence the big FUCKyou sign thingy i made on paint. a big woop. i just kind of hated everyone today. and i did celebrate earth day. and christine javier came over after work because she likes to make me sniff yeast infections and show me weird poopoo porno and asked me if i would rather make out with an old, creepy man or go ghost hunting. guess what i chose.
i hate evil spirits.
i'm starting to feel better about my day the more i type. anyway! news: i have a good lot of things i want to sell/giveaway so i might do fun things like contests or whatever, or anyone can come down to my house for some tea and check out my lot of things... nothing for guys though, unless you're a crossdresser or something- no. but dresses, blouses, maybe a couple of skirts, lots of jewelry. kind of lame.... but i like doing that stuff. so more about that in the near future.
i google'd: how to recognise past life relationships. and this great, informative article came up.
We are like rivers. On the surface we are all shiny and clear, shimmering with freshness and life, but deep within us run powerful unseen currents of soul-memories and desires. These deep currents are the cumulative effects of ages of soul-life and many incarnations in the Earth. They cause us to love one person and despise another; to feel wonderful vibrations with a particular individual in one aspect of our lives only to feel awkward and uncomfortable with that same person in another aspect of our lives. Patterns and habits have formed deep within our inner-consciousness and shape the way we interact with people around us.
Everyone involved in our present lives was very likely involved in our past lives. Actually, it is likely they have been involved in many of our past lives. Our parents, brothers and sisters, spouses, children, friends, colleagues, bosses and employees, and even our enemies began sharing life with us long before the present lifetime.
The effects of these many past-life experiences are reflected in the circumstances that now surround our present relationships. The soul's memories of past-life activities with others shape our innate reactions to them. Of course, their memories of our past-life actions influence how they react to us. Through the same eyes that the personality sees life, the soul sees it, but the soul looks with a memory covering centuries of passion and adventure, caring and love, hatred and revenge, doubt and fear. When we feel a seemingly unfounded fondness for another person, it is very likely due to soul memory of the positive role he or she played in our past lives. On the other hand, when we react with what seems to be an unfounded revulsion or hatred towards another person, you can be pretty sure it is because the soul recalls their past actions against us or our loved ones.
However, the influences of past-life actions are rarely so clear cut. Often those with whom we have had many good lives and relationships are the same people with whom we have had many problems and disagreements, a mix of "good" and "bad karma," so to speak. In fact, it's rare that a past-life relationship has every aspect of life in good, clear focus. Those positive, well-developed aspects from our past lives will give us much pleasure and support in the present. Conversely, those aspects which we did not have in proper focus will give us opportunities for pain and growth in present relationships. Avoiding these influences is simply not possible. Whether we like it or not, the Universal Law of Karma constantly brings before each of us the meeting of our past use of free will and consciousness. Thus, what we have done to other souls and they have done to us is reflected in the circumstances surrounding our present relationships and the basic, innate urges, attitudes and emotions we feel toward each other.
religious, spiritual, or not, the rest of the article is worth giving a shot right here. i haven't finished reading it yet, but it continues with soul groups, twin souls, and parents and children, and seemingly-cheesy high school textbook examples.
about the article- it kind of explains why i like/love some people so much.... it's really frustrating, too. especially if i feel why they probably don't like me as much. and i know it's not just me being paranoid and crazy, as usual. :)
everyone can think my beliefs are insane, but i wholeheartedly believe in what i choose to believe in.
i was originally going to write about death, which is what i was thinking about this morning when i woke up. guess not. i'll save that for later.
/edit: ... no one answered my question from my last post. i just want to know if my blog posts show up on the updates thingy because i unchecked the box on my private settings for update, letting everyone know that i update and i'm really confused because i have 55 views this week (huge number for me- still- even though it's been four years of blogging on my space) so can one of you 55(?) please answer my question? because i rarely recieve comments, and it's good to know who's reading my blog posts- besides christine, nick, ashley, and candice. because i'm a very paranoid and insecure girl so let me out of my misery. thank you.
went to ashley's pad today and watched the twilight audio commentary. really enjoyable :) my liking for 'twilight' is complicated.
stam <3 would make an awesome vampire (lol?)
had a bizarre dream last night which i think was somehow alluded to the holocaust, feminism, and... something cult-like. it was odd and scary.
about the invisible playlist on my last post: i guess it's not showing up on my computer, so it's probably not showing up at all. it was an odd/ wonderful mix of tunes... lots of motown, things that sound like 'love's theme'; cutesy indie songs, french songs, candy pop songs.... and then really weird almost-love related songs such as 'more more more' (hate me for loving catchy 70s disco songs sung by a porn star). and break-up mariah carey songs (this relates to love! breaking up is about love... lost).
can i please just have at least one person answer this: does my blog updates show on your updates thing?
check it all out. .. 1930s futuristic fashion predictions
this sounds really lame, but i've sort of become hooked on youtube. it started out with lame things like music videos and concert stuff... and then i went on to hair and makeuptutorials. and then i found people like wastetimechasingcars and communitychannel. i think she's absolutely hilarious- i wish we were related.
i'm a huge fan of 60s-90s michael jackson- well, i don't think so much anymore, but i was a HUGE fan when i was five and six for some reason. by that age, i'm pretty sure i've watched the american dream (right name?) at least ten times, it felt like. by this age, i totally appreciate his choreography.
haha. okay. this was the valentine's tea party playlist i created back in january for- what else- my tea party... i never had, surprise surprise. hopefully i can actually have my room warming this time? don't count on it ;)
i feel like i haven't posted anything 'exciting' in a while, so here are just some random facts i've listed last week (if there were imaginary deadlines for writing blog entries, i would never procrastinate!): it's a bit hard for me to choose either of the two: living in a bustling city and shop and drink, or cultivate my own plants and run through forests. and then there's everything inbetween, which i don't normally think about. the moonlit sky is my nightlight- literally. i'm still sleeping in the living room (but currently in the process of spring room-cleaning and moving into my new crib), and with the top window's opened blinds, it's wonderful. epsecially when the moon reflects the clouds and it's really windy and the clouds are moving fast... i have this really simple dream of myself standing in a meadow near a beach during the summer. it is pure, absolute perfection. i think i believe in non-romantic marriages. i think i actually want to be involved in a non-romantic, semi-platonic(?) marriage. models look more human when they smile. they mostly look like lifeless robots on the catwalk. one of my dreams was to be one of the singers of the polyphonic spree.. but um, the last time i remembered seeing them, all the members were white. back when vh1 was video hits one: music first (which was mostly vh1 classic stuff), i got up and watched music videos all morning long. i listened to a lot of depressing music in eighth/ninth grade... not quite sure why. i think catcher in the rye got me in a pissed off mood for some reason. a book sticks with me for at least a week. i think 1997 was my favourite year... everything in pop culture was awesome... and cappucino blasts were tasty. and tamagachis were fun. and mainstream music was the best. i don't think i'm photogenic- or it takes a long time for me to get the right picture. i think people need to see me in person. i remember the morning my brother had found out that our name got into green day's 'warning' video. green day was a big part of my music interests when i was younger. i enjoy reading the text on french/ belgium chocolate bar wrappers. i miss goths... i don't see a lot of goths in palmdale anymore. maybe they're just all refining their styles at avc. i like goths. i really really miss the 90s. everyone and everything was so much nicer. i don't know why a lot of kids my age are such cunts and dicks. :/ sorted out things about me and fashion: i can't help but be sortof on trend- dunno why. i can't help but know all of the models' names. you just do. especially if they walk for like, everyone. i can't help but be a little critical. i don't think that being fashionable is being girly, which is what i would think if i hadn't a real clue. i first and formost treat it as art. or 'ooh that's cute!' may be first though. :p
lemonade and organic blue corn tortilla chips and uneaten funfetti cupcakes and kate nash and mew and blink-182 and communitychannel are my mates for tonight. good night. balls.
i adore keira's updos in the first 2-3 photos. attempted the first one and worked out okay. the second hairstyle... obviously a little more complicated, but stunning; i love the structure and composed mess. i felt like playing around with my makeup today, so i tried the third look- the dramatic, gold/ copper smoky eye. was feeling pretty accomplished by my blending, which i think i'm getting better at doing! i'm quite a low-maintanence girl, but lately i've been into makeup and hair more than usual :x
makeup haul and reviews: lasting prom makeup -so i don't have to look like a mess by the end of the night. :) i did all of my research before i bought my makeup so there wouldn't be any second guessing or trial-and-errors, otherwise i would be taking foreverrr because picking out makeup is a pain in the ass- it's not really my thing. luckily, i just popped into the store and finished in two minutes :) (clockwise) revlon colorstay eyeshadow quad in copper spice- love the colour and the monochromatic tones, which is great for doing smoky eyes. i think it works well with my tan skin tone, but i think it'll be more dramatic and will probably work best on fair to medium skin tones. it supposedly lasts 12 hours, which is great, but i'm not sure if i can count on it. :p i'll definitely purchase another quad in sultry smoke. revlon illuminescence creme shadow in twilight- this is something i bought for ashley (obviously! :D). i really like the pallette and the silver tones; i used this on ashley's fair eyelids. i wasn't completely satisfied with the turnout to be honest; i was expecting more of an opaque silver, but maybe i wasn't using the right tools... i was using my fingers :p also, she had a different shadow underneath and her lids weren't primed. .... we were at the dillard's restroom. i'll retry it out on her with a shadow brush, and it'll probably have a better finish. revlon colorstay creme(?) eyeliner in black- this is probably the best eyeliner i've ever used... probably because i've been using nyc, which wears out in five minutes because of my asian eyes! this is definitely a no-wear-and-tear liner; you could probably take a shower in it and it won't wear off! click here to see how the liner won't wear off. l'oreal decrease eyeshadow base- i've read most positive reviews on this product, which keeps eye makeup on... don't know how long, but at least it keeps it on :) i haven't bought it yet, but i'll probably stop by rite-aid today. revlon lipstick in nude attitude- really good, inexpensive (compared to mac!) drugstore nude lippy. i love the colour, but i kind of have to blend it with a little pink lip tint so it doesn't look completely unnatural because of my deep undertones. but this'll probably look best on medium skin tones, and will probably wash out fair skin tones. i think for best results, exfoliating and moisturising your lips before applying the lipstick will make it look flawless. a lot of lipsticks can make your lips feel and look dry, so prepping them beforehand is key.
i have to be honest and say that i shopped at walmart- i hate walmart- but i did because they actually have most things in stock in the beauty department.
i also need to get a new powder brush, foundation brush and shadow brush from target. i'd rather pay for sonia kashuk brushes than mac brushes. i mainly need the foundation brush for my everyday minerals samples i'll be getting... soon, hopefully. also on my list is a peach blush... have to look around for a good one.
favourite liquid eyeliner: l'oreal liquid lineur intense eyeliner, which is the best liquid liner i've ever used. it's just perfect. if you need to buy liquid liner, purchase this particular one and you'll see what i mean. favourite mascara: covergirl volume exact mascara, which was recommended from paula (my makeup-obsessed friend ;] ). perfect and inexpensive (though i love lancome!). my eyelashes are naturally just pointed straight out with a tiny bit of a curve at the end. i don't feel like i need to use an eyelash curler with this, which is great, especially if i'm on the go. it really brightens my eyes and i feel like i have slightly thicker and definitely longer lashes.
this post makes me look like i'm crazy about makeup. but this is just solely for prom, i swear :) if anything, my everyday routine is just a quick face wash with astringent; lip balm, and mascara.
other hairstyles i kind of love:
i need to go out today... i should get shoes. and i still need to get my fabric- because last time was a disaster. damn. and the zipper. i don't do acryllics, but i guess i can get a simple french manicure. and i need a pedi because i've been strolling around everywhere barefoot :)
should i go to grad night?
1. Who are you? your age? i'm christine, 18.
2. What are you currently obsessed with style wise? docs, hair braids and feathers, contrasting pairings, native and traditional jewelry, spring babydoll dresses
3. How would you describe your style? kind of basic... it changes all the time. but i'm really digging like, 90s neo-grunge
4. Who is your fashion inspiration and why? mk olsen always does her own crazy thing; and kate bostworth. people on the street.
5. What is your favorite piece of clothing? currently, it's probably my cropped jacket and black ankle boots.
6. What kind of music do you like? favorite bands? songs? i'm currently listening to michael jackson and phil collins lol
7. Are there fashion boundaries you do not cross? anything you would never be seen wearing? i'm not going to try anything that doesn't suit my body type. i would never wear crocs or be seen wearing a fake-anything.
8. What is your most recent purchase? secondhand bag, t shirt, and really cool mens trousers.
9. What are some things you can not live without? my diary/journal, i think.
10. Who is your favorite designer? alexander wang, balenciaga, balmain, alexander mcqueen, rick owens... to name a few
11. Where do you usually shop? secondhand stores, and whenever possible (which is almost never!) i enjoy going to flea market type-places.
12. Do you have any beauty secrets? haha no... not really.
13. What city inspires your fashion sense? any city, really... i really like london, stockholm and moscow, though- always something different and fun.
/edit: just found out that covergirl and l'oreal(?) tests on animals. ugh :/
aw! my friend paula finally bought her prom dress! the black one was the runner-up, but she chose the olive dress (which needs slight alterations) to go with a brown smokey eye. her look was inspired by a grecian gown kim kardashian wore on the red carpet.^ these are bridesmaids dresses from david's bridal. love! <3
tees of the month. i really want the wolf and native american tees! courtesy of knight cat. rip ysl tee from bloodisthenewblack. barack shirt from deerdana.
now that my stress is over from trying to find a seamstress (thanks to my sister's friend's mom), i am now stressing out over budgeting for fabric! i intend on using chiffon (silk, polyester, polyester blend- what's the cheapest??) but i have no idea how many yards. i'm thinking 10 yards? maybe approximately 4-5$ per yard? on top of that, i have no idea how much my seamstress is charging me for the dress. maybe cupakes and flowers would help?
christ.
amidst my panic, i stumbled upon this awesome site here- two of my many favourite things combined: harry potter and dresses! god, that fleur dress is seriously gorgeous. the flow of the dress will (hopefully!) exude the same type of ethereal-ness of my prom dress. for christine's SERIOUS prom dress details, highlight (but i really DON'T recommend it- take my word; i was just having a mad rant about a month ago): 8.31pm: i can't decide and i know exactly what i want and how i want it. i bought part a of my prom dress today- black mini with lace applique. this was sort of a mistake because a) i bought it at forever 21, which b) does not do returns- which i hate, c) it doesn't have all of the serious structure seaming i wanted on the bust, and d) it's black, which is okay but not perfect. i prefer the dress to be a blue-grey because the chiffon maxi dress i'm going to wear over it (if wearing two dresses sounds tacky- it won't be) will be a light, dusty, almost-nude pink. grey and pink= happy. and i chose a pink because i think it goes best with my skin tone. i chose the dress because of a) the underwiring on the bust b) it's lace c) it had a sweetheart neckline and d) it looked great on me.... or rather, it will. :x and it kind of reminded me of marchesa. the problem: i impulse-bought when i got the dress because i felt like i had no other choice- consequently, i am not completely satisfied with wearing black with pale pink. and this is how nerdy and obsessed i get: i want to wear the pink because i'll look great in it, but it doesn't look as fabulous against the black, so should i do a different colour besides the pink? should i stay monochromatic with the black and choose a light grey? or a blue-grey? or should i move onto another colour, such as a nude-beige or a beige-gold?
i wish i could scan my sketch, but basically- part a is a shiny, structured silk blue-grey mini dress with lots of detailed seaming at the bust with a semi-corseted bodice. the second part of the dress is a floaty, pale chiffon gown; it's one-shouldered, completely sheer from the empire line up. then somewhere from the empire line down will be the rest of the pleated chiffon in layers- completely opaque- so it looks like one dress, though it's really two.
... i'm not going to hold up my dress while i dance, i definitely decided on that- which is why i'm doing (or want to do, rather) two.
i needed to get all of that down so i won't change my mind. ... i'm probably going to end up with the black/pink.
i'm just a nutter.
it would be so rad to wear this cuff with my black lace mini at prom... it's probably illegal though, haha. like while i'm dancing, i could be striking people on the face, leaving them with prom scars :) and a woot! for the jessica simpson staria platforms at piperlime- i may end up getting them.
i could also definitely use some nude heels. han's legs look a mile long. these strappy ones are from urban original. source: fashion toast
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... to think i would be in new york this past month with (at least) ashley. and that her mom actually allowed it. aw. never happened. there's always next time... unless i die tomorrow, as i always say. (; bye bye, january. you are always a good month to me, and always a beautiful beginning of every beautiful year.
dang. eighteen. fast.
this past week has consisted of: a wonderful late birthday dinner last night. carino's has downgraded. no more cotton cloth napkins i can place on my lap. no more long breadsticks- now it's just one little piece in the basket. and i bet a lot of other stuff i probably didn't notice. shopping at target :] the things i needed are actually quite rewarding. - volume exact mascara from cover girl is the BEST mascara i've ever used, next to lancome - rembrandt toothpaste - oral b cross action toothbrush - johnson's baby shampoo for removing eye makeup - febreze allergen reducer. i shouldn't believe it actually works, but it's good to try anyway. - palmolive dish soap- the green kind - green works all purpose cleaner from clorox
clothing rant lalalala i realised i haven't bought any new (or used) articles of clothing since... late november. i kind of made a 'resolution' this year in which i wouldn't buy any new pieces of apparel for the rest of the year, unless it calls for a special occasion. my attitude towards it is that if i actually followed it through, great. if i didn't, no big deal- every day is a new day. so i should keep up with that. all i have to do is stay away from l.a. shops where luxury dresses call my name and where patent heels gleam and glimmer through shop windows. it'll be a breeze. i rarely get out of palmdale nowadays, anyway.
i've become very particular about buying clothes and accessories over the past year. as much as i enjoy thrifting, i need a more cohesive wardrobe with better quality separates, though i'm mostly a dress type of girl.
i rarely buy jewelry, and i usually don't wear it. i saw some feather earrings at target which i was pretty keen on purchasing. i was standing there for a good seven minutes (i was being picky about the colours and the type of feather and the beads- i've always wanted a pretty pair of feather earrings), until i decided not to get them. i could a) make them, or b) get them from a more special place- besides china. unless i'm given something special or if there's a story behind i piece that i find interesting, it'll be then i want to keep it and wear it. my next jewelry purchase will be solid, made from wise hands.
shoes. i've recently told myself, they have to find me- i can't just buy a pair. they have to be perfect. i've been on the lookout for over-the-knee-high boots in black, faux suede. or maybe a pair of cute, tan minnetonkas- but i'd prefer them to be made with native, artisan hands (which calls for research on the shoe). definitely want a pair of black patent pointed toes, not under three inches- never will my next purchases of heels be under three inches. heels don't look like heels unless they're the right height. and i think i only say that because i'm pretty short. :) end rant.
on wednesday, after attending class i went to go take the CHIA club photo. unfortunately, i had arrived late, but it's okay. i needed to pay my late fee for a book i borrowed. i should never have an overdue book ever again. i was with scott and eve at the time, for a moment, until the bell rang. slowly, kids started pouring out. and i just left. i think i suddenly have this odd phobia of high school students- or maybe it's just because of the fact that highland is sad and small- but i suddenly felt claustrophobic in this sea of bodies. the other side of the fence was like land to me- it was a relief.
or maybe i'm just odd.
i feel totally compelled to attend a good pow wow this spring/summer. i've been wanting to for an awful long time now, and this year would be perfect for one. the last- and only- time i've attended one was in el camino when i was five. i remember the pow wow had awesome food and really good items for sale. it sucks, i can't find my teeny owl ring i bought, which probably doesn't even fit my pinky now. i remember the dancers in bright feathers and beads, and the chanting. thinking about it.... i just have to go to one this year.
if anything, i was probably a native in one of my past lives, haha. i honestly don't feel the same connection towards other cultures than i do with the native american culture- maybe except for my own, and that of india. but i guess any indigenous culture sparks my interest, from whatever country.
i also hung out with christine that same day i went to target. "aw, a cat!" "uh, it's a dog." i can't believe we argued about that.
she asked me who i would meet from the past. i was about to say like, da vinci. and then kept thinking. my usual answer was john lennon, but that wasn't special enough- that's like 'everybody's' answer; that's the one answer i chose when i was eleven. then i said, 'chris mccandless' just simply because i was completely affected by his story. i think he would be the one person whom i would want to dissect- his mind, his thoughts. and those who adventured among him. imagine if he did live, and what he could have shared. from what i've read, i just think he was an amazing being. my other answer was marco polo; i've read somewhere that he has only told half of his journeys, so it would be cool to know the other half.
for the past week+, i've felt the need to attend an acting class or a dance class, or to just get something together, teach myself some music and start singing. it's probably just a phase. i just know i need to meet more people and situate myself in a more creative environment; i feel like i need to let go and be free and show my personality. i feel like i have a lot of energy and potential stirring in me, i might explode soon. or i feel like doing makeovers on people. that would make me happy lol.
the other day i found one of my sketches (dresses) in my mom's bedroom. so that was interesting. i've no idea lol.
if i have a vday nite with a couple of girlfriends, i definitely want to rent nick and norah since i haven't seen it yet, and vicky cristina barcelona because it looks good and woody allen is pretty cool, and i want to see he is just not that into you. i'm a sucker for romantic comedies. always. (;
i have no idea what i'm talking about.
<3chris
ps. as much as many people don't watch oprah, please watch her episode on passion and success (yes, the episode with the olsen twins). it was inspiring and the people she interviewed said many things that i truly believe in. pps. i should do the rest of my europe stories... ppps. and talk about how i feel about insecurities/ arrogance/ assertiveness. i'm tired.
current obsessions: - the ting ting's cover of altered images' 'happy birthday'- i seriously cannot get it out of my head, i love it - yo gabba gabba! i watch it every weekday morning. it's like halloween; i feel like i'm never too old for a good catchy song to dance and sing to (today was teeth with of montreal music!) - kosher dill pickles - the face as palette - gowns gowns gowns - jelly bean flavours; kiwi + jalapeno tastes like spicy tamarind - story-telling items
birthday shenannigins: - waking up at 4am because mother is in the kitchen doing whatever night-shift nurse filipina moms do. i can't fall back to sleep, especially because i'm sleeping on my living room couch which is next to the kitchen because it's so much comfier than my own relatively new bed. - 6.45 first wake-up-ish birthday call from the paula! - the today show with matt and meredith; so the peanut butter salmonella breakout is true - 7.40 breakfast with the c's at denny's - love! - rain to/from class - the today show, watching the actors and director of slumdog millionaire get nominated for the sags(??) ten times. - singing 'happy birthday' to myself over and over - looking through couture adverts on google, saving fashion icons and models onto my computer - inspired by golden, subtle smoky eye look on gemma ward for dior(?) show in harper's bazaar - tried the look out myself; found out i'm not at all half-bad at makeup-doing - typical gift from filipina mother: $100+ and underwear - ashley misled me and i thought i was getting subway sandwiches - received a beautiful cake, awesome card, and supercool bookmark instead :D - love! - scott and kai visits scott is scott and kai is kai kai makes weird background noises - eat cake - candice visits! - eat MORE cake - bumming around in my room - the real 'happy birthday' - harry potter and twilight talk D: - love! - total number of 'you're legal!'s: 5
secret dreams: - 'casually' come across facehunter or the sartorialist JUST so i can be on the blog - sing and/or play guitar or piano in front of an audience - model JUST to wear fancy dresses and get my hair and makeup did and maybe 'borrow' free stuff?
random: - mormons made the aquabats look even cooler. or is it the other way around? - i believe that 'hipster' is the new 'indie' or 'emo' of 2009 in terms of word usage and how many times i hear it - strongly dislike my posture from neck connecting to upper back- i get it from my dad, ew - i need more sun - toxic relationships should be zapped
things to buy with extra, fantastic money (but still enough for coachellallallalla): - shoes - makeup brushes? - better mouthwash (bc alcohol lessens saliva production in mouth, resulting in possible cavities because lack of lubrication for teeth) - better toothbrush (the current one i'm using is weird) - hair ties - olay body quench or aveeno (two, low-cost super awesome moisturising products) - new scrubbie (mine's old) - simple, good-quality, everyday lbd - books, cds, dvds (i say it all the time but i never get them) - materials for art and crafting and such - ikea things - hammer - paintings/posters (i have NONE) - battery charger most of the things on the list are things i need, which i kind of find sad.
things that i do that peeve me: - write something down and then forget about it ie. 'call seamstresses' - tell someone something and then forget about it ie. 'yeah, i'll send you baked goods while you're at college!' - forgetting people's birthdays, with or without the help of myspace/facebook
because emma watson is: "... I am sitting my SATS so I can apply to some American universities, which is a little nerve racking. My Maths is VERY dodgy seeing as I have done nothing since my GCSE when I was 16!! ....." i don't know why i find it interesting.
sometimes i make faces in front of the mirror when i have makeup on and do that sasha pivovarova face where it looks like i'm angry/nonchalant. it wasn't until recently that i realised that i make people laugh... often. if you listen to the deaf sound of silence, you can hear frequencies,and if you tune into one, another layer of a different silence emerges.
this is what alwaysalwaysalways happens when i try to reorganise my room. i sit down for an hour+ and listen to oldschool pop and read my old diaries. and then i feel like a complete idiot when i read it, but i can't stop reading it- it's like gossip girl or a package of oreos. and ohmygod the pages where i write about boys. so stupid. i want to kick myself. first of all- my crushes weren't even crush-worthy and secondly, i lacked guts. it completely takes me back to the exact moment and i just CRINGE and ask myself, 'whyyyy?'
like i said before, i hope to be much less of a dork when i get older. i'll still always stay the same, just less dorkier.
i need to stop thinking about prom, it's ridiculous. and i need to always remember, every time i wake up in the morning: everyday is a new day.
Was reading The Paw Print, our school newspaper, the "Opinion" section.
Claus or Castro? By Alexander Nice Opinion Reporter
When you think of Santa Claus you think of happy elves and cheerful children who are opening toys on Christmas morning. But is this the real Santa? Could Santa be a vindictive dictator who blackmails children into being good by threatening to give them coal for Christmas? In the frigid abyss of the North Pole Santa's elves slave to create new-aged toys for ungrateful children who will never think of the pain and effort that that particular elf put into the new X Box. While the fat man sits in his cozy warm throne made of reindeer fur, laughing and being "jolly" while watching his slaves toil in the sweatshop of the North Pole. All that the elves can think about is when they will have the chance to escape from this "factory of fun and love" and when they will get their next meal of candy canes and eggnog. They keep their eyes on the fat man while he plots against the children of the world by forcing them to be nice. "You better watch out you better not cry..." these are the only words that are going through the childrens' heads as they try their best to be good for the fat man. All of this and still Santa is unjust and puts children on his "naughty" list. The only justification to his decision is that these children tried to raise up against his iron sleigh of power. So to their punishment, almost too horrid to put on paper, they are forced to wake up on Christmas morning with hopes and dreams that they get a new bike or pony from Santa only to recieve a lump of coal in their stocking. Why is this man still free? Why haven't we stopped his oppression against the elves? We must rise up, join the elves, and crush the fat man and take back the freedoms that Santa Claus took from us long ago.
(Sorry for any mistakes; has not been edited)
First thought: wtf? Second thought: Is this a joke? Third thought: This guy needs a life. Fourth thought: Who admitted this Opinion? Fifth thought: Why the hell am I reading this newspaper anyway?
So I recently checked the Highland Players Group forum; now I know most of everyone's roles and I think they all fit very perfectly (yes, even YOU, Tay).
Even me!: Chorus. teehee.
It's not a big role, but I'm excited anyway, y'know?
Oo-ee-oo my hair is orange. I mean, just the bottom layer. I didn't mean for it to be orange. I wanted OMGBLEACHYELECTRIC blonde, but I was too lazy to do the whole process over. *shrugs* Still looks cool. I also gots some semi-emo side bangs! Thanks to Anna. <3
Something more important: Right now, I'm about to check Edline. *types in address bar* I have a high C in Bio..... An A+ in Drama..... (*ahem*highestgradeinclass*ahem*) Can't determine what I have in Spanish.... Who cares about Gym..... Shit.... SHIT! OMG I KNEW IT! I have a D, now ;.; I knew it. So much for Algebra II next semester... puh. *shrugs* I can try taking Geometry for summer. See what happens. But then doesn't that mean I can't have an elective for my Sophomore year. Because I either want to be in Drama (again), Concert Band (back to Clarinet-playing!), or Choir. Nah, cross out Choir. Lastly, English: I have a B- for all that extra cred.
OMG no one informed me that OZMA was going to play at the Troubadour on the third of December!!!!!!
I wanted to see themmmmmmm! *tear*
~Edit: Hurrah! I'm so happy; I just checked Edline, and checked my Math grade, and expected to see an F (just because I know my grades in that class can easily drop), and I used to have a D, but now it went up to a C-! Actually, that doesn't sound like something to jump around about, but at least it got higher. I really don't mind math at all; it's a good subject. I'm just really lazy when it comes to important subjects. Biology as well. But, y'know, if they weighed out that grade, wouldn't it be a low B? ;D
It's different with me for Drama; I have 117% in that class... But whenever extra credit rolls by, I take advantage of that.
Even though I currently do not have a 4.0, at least it's higher than a 3.0. I'm seriously going to try harder next semester-- I'll be so ready for every assigment. It's just... I never knew work could be so complicated for me... because I'm so LAZY. But now I know, and I'll do so much better next semester. ^.~
I wish Palmdale could celebrate Christmas like they do in .... Lumberton!; I mean, come on, It's HOW MANY days after Thanksgiving, and I don't see many Christmas lights up. And if they do, they don't go all out.
Though I gotta admit, we don't have any Christmas stuff up whatsoever.
I meant.. GIFTmas. It's a Pagean (sp?) Holiday; I don't think I'm Pagaen.. no. No, I'm not. Kind of like Thanksgiving, it's an excuse to give and recieve lots of presents-- and eat a lot! and drink a lot! .... of apple cider and egg nog, of course *coughcoughcough* ^_^. Besides... Jesus was born in the spring. (yesh, WTF??)
Finals are next week.... Damn it. Dammit. I have a crapload to do this weekend. Damn it. But I want to see my band friends at the xMas parade tomorrow! -- I don't want to go to this party my mom's making me go to. *shrugs* I'm still going to study loads, though. Besides, I also have Key Club things to do tomorrow.
Rnamdo: Happy because of lots of extra credit points I recieved for English. Sad because it's impossible to get a lot of extra credit points in Math. Also sad because I have a crapload of studying to do. Also also sad because I miss hanging out on weekends; I usually chill at home, waiting for friends to call me and say, "come over, let's chill TOGETHER." ... But sad because what if I get kicked out of Pre-IB? Hating myself at the moment. Weirded out by last night's first taste of PMS moodswingy thing while on phone with Stacie. God, my moodswings were gnarly. Went like this: lonely,sad,teary/WTFyelling/ridiculous,laughingcrazymadwoman/crying,sad. -- All in six minutes, mind. Also a bit weirded out because I'm starting to sound like Bridget Jones, or something. Hope that it will snow.......! Or at least rain, damn it. RAIN RAIN RAIN!!!!! Confused because of dreams these last nights that make me think about certain things I can't mention. Feel like I've felt before..... umm, crap.
Done with randomness.
Have a good night, and a swell tomorrow.
<3 chris*
hello I've waited here for you everlong tonight I throw myself into and out of the red out of her head she sang
come down and waste away with me down with me slow how you wanted it to be I'm over my head out of her head she sang
and I wonder when I sing along with you if everything could ever feel this real forever if anything could ever be this good again the only thing I'll ever ask of you you've got to promise not to stop whn I say when
breathe out so I can breathe you in hold you in and now I know you've always been out of your head out of my head I sang - "Everlong", Foo Fighters .. type=text/javascript> .. src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js" type=text/javascript>
I probably had the best Thanksgiving yet (rather, An Excuse To Make A Lot Of Really Good Food Day) because: 1) It was my family's first cruelty-free, vegetarian Thanksgiving 2) We listened to Queen while eating our meal 3) My dad isn't home; that says it all for me
I hope yours is as great is mine.
I love you, ciao, <3Chris*
Today's the Macy's Day Parade the night of the living dead is on its way with a credit report for duty call it's a lifetime guarantee stuffed in a coffin 10% more free Red light special at the mausoleum
Give me something that I need satisfaction guaranteed to you what's the consolation prize? economy sized dreams of hope
when I was a kid I thought I wanted all the things that I haven't got oh. I learned the hardest way Then I realized what it took To tell the difference between thieves and crooks A lesson learned to me and you
Give me something that I need Satisfaction guaranteed Because I'm thinking about a brand new hope the one I've never known cause now I know it's all that I wanted - "Macy's Day Parade", Green Day (Nimrod... or was it Warning?)
Currently listening : Funeral By The Arcade Fire Release date: 14 September, 2004
I have muh azn brothas on my Space! (<- ooh, that's chill, huh? my Space... my myspace...)
.... Seriously, they're family.
Okay, maybe only one of 'em, but y'know what I mean.
~Edit.
Maybe for once I'll actually post a real blog on my space. Okay... Hm. About my day:
I get ready for school, I walk to HHS, I hang around my creepy friends (whom I LOVE!), and head to first period, my Pre-IB Biology class. Bio's okay; we just take notes on something about alleles and hereditary traits. But me, I usually day dream. For those of you who know me, when I day dream nowadays, I pick my split ends. It has become a bad habit I shall soon (or later) break.
Then comes my Drama I class. I love Mrs Self, I just hate my class-- it's ghetto, and it reminds me of Juniper. Not at all a good thing. I mean, I can't stand when people are there, and yet, they think everything about theatre is stupid. It's like, "GET THE FUCK OUT, THEN!" Absolutely hate it; how they can't shut up, or stay still, or do what's asked, or even use any effort for projects. We're currently working on a radio play, and there's not many enthusiasm in some of the kids' voices. Hate that.
During B break...... Uh yeah, not much goes around there, except my and me eating my apples. Yum. Oh, talking to Stacie and Terry too, because they're special. <3
Goodness, I dislike my Spanish class. I don't mind taking it and all (even though I'm not at all interested in the subject), it's just that my teacher sucks, and can't control the class well, more or less actually KNOWING certain words in Spanish. Come on, he's having a Sophomore removed from his Spanish class because she's-- basically-- too good for him. And she's caucasian! I wish I can drop out of Spanish and join choir. That'd be awesome... but nah, I can't do that. I'm in freakin' IB. I mean, not that being in IB is entirely a bad thing, it's just a lot of things are different. I want to be challenged, I just wish we didn't have much work. And the teachers have to be all... stern and pro at what they're doing. Except Mr Sharp. Only he doesn't cuss.
Gym.. eh, not much going on there. I like hanging out with the lot of my schoolmates there, though. A lot of my homeys and homegirls are cool to hang around with there.
Lunch..! As usual, I hang out with Anna, Max-Mike (*ahem*), Nick (and I would say Ethan, but, y'know I don't feel like it ^.-), and since recently... K.C.! <3 I haven't seen him since erm... last Wednesday, so it was great seeing him today. But really, I mostly hang around with Anna and K.C. and Nick. My three favourite people at lunch. We talk about a bunch of weird things... Eat a bunch of weird things. Like glass, and green Tum-like cocaine. Stuff like that. 'Tis all good. But yesh! I love my glass. Mmm mmm... glass. And also, tofu burgers; can't forget the tofu burgers my mom packs. And the mini pecan pies. Yes... food. I love food. Food is great. But exercise is better...! No. Food is better. But the things we talk about... yeah. We're just a bunch of perverted kids. But when we want, we can get all serious and political, y'know.
"Sunrise, sunset.. sunrise sunset.."
I love Algebra II. The class, not the actual work. And I love Mr Sharp-- he's my favourite teacher. He's great at teaching AND he's really cool. You never really get that for a math teacher. Just a couple of weeks ago I was listening to the Beatles on his radio... thing. That was awesome. But as much as I love that class, unfortunately, I'm practically failing it. I have to blame it on myself; I don't practise at all, no matter how much I understand the material.
English is boring. My teacher's.. okay. English is also an easy class, I just don't turn any work in on time. Because of-- yes!-- this thing called procrastination; a habit that's a BIT hard to get rid of. For me.
Usually, back then, I'd attend Cross Country for practise, or I'd go to the Drama room (just because, OR so I can excuse myself from running *ahemahem*). On Thursday's, there are Key Club meetings. But now.. I hang around with K.C. and Anna and a bunch of the band kids, because I love them. And because I am the marching band groupie. Also, I just attend the football games just so I can watch the band play, hear them play, hear the drumline play, and dance to songs like "Rock and Roll Part Two".
Yes, many times people tell me I need a life. But hey, I'm having good times.
Yeah.............................................. later, homeys. That's it. My mom also needs to use the phone.
"An Attempt To Tip The Scales". The interview's great.
ciao tofu wiggas, <3Chris*
Currently listening : Fevers & Mirrors By Bright Eyes Release date: 30 May, 2000
A soundtrack to my life would be the most awesomest thing ever....! Well, right next to world peace, a perfect ecosystem, and a Marc by Marc Jacobs dress, but you know what I mean.
Hmmm.... but how would a life soundtrack be presented as? A half millimeter micro chip placed deep within your brain, that can play a certain song you think of? And not ONLY would the song play in your head, but it would also play everywhere around you, as if a tree were a speaker.
How wicked does that sound.
Now I want something that won't be invented until the year 2594.
For I don't know what reason, I just received the comments all ya'll left for me for my pics... and I just wanted to say THANK YOU-- well, for the nice comments =P
Ethan Ouimet now uses the internet, and it's just like.. grr! y'know? I can't stand him sometimes. But nowadays, it's like most of the time.
He has a Xanga, and I feel personally violated, so I don't think I'll be writing on my Xanga often.
He got a deviantArt so he could just say, "F-you" to Anna.
I know I'm sounding mean, but all the little stupid things he does add up to something totally huge, that he comes out to be such an ASSHOLE. Trust me...
>>Btw, what's said in Christine's Blog, STAYS in Christine's Blog. Promise?<<
I'm not talking about Ethan behind his back; I'm just expressing my feelings about how I feel about him sometimes. I don't always feel this way about him; sometimes he can come off as sweet and shit. Right now, it's just like, BLAH!!!
Plus, he called me a poser behind my back (heard from a friend). Chyeah right! I ask questions about guitar-playing, not BRAG about something i can't even do. And at least I can play chords, not pluck strings.
Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can't move Awake but cannot open my eyes And the weight is crushing down on my lungs I know I can't breathe And hope someone will save me this time And your mother's still calling you insane and high Swearing it's different this time And you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her And that god never blessed her insides Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things And crawl back into bed to dream of a time When your heart was open wide and you love things just because Like the sick and dying
And sometimes when you're on You're really fucking on And your friends they sing along And they love you But the lows are so extreme That the good seems fucking cheap And it teases you for weeks in its absence But you'll fight and you'll make it through You'll fake it if you have to And you'll show up for work with a smile And you'll be better You'll be smarter More grown up and a better daughter or son And a real good friend And you'll be awake You'll be alert You'll be positive though it hurts And you'll laugh and embrace all of your friends And you'll be a real good listener You'll be honest You'll be brave You'll be handsome and you'll be beautiful You'll be happy
Your ship may be coming in You're weak but not giving in To the cries and the wails of the valley below Your ship may be coming in You're weak but not giving in And you'll fight it you'll go out fighting all of them
(By the way, I don't even have the RK album yet; it's just up there so I can admire it).
dorky 
discontent 
on you!