You don't love me at all, but don't think that it bothers me at all.

Innocence is Bliss.

Since everyone's blogging about it, I figure I just won't do it on Nexopia and piss everyone else off.

THE BOOTY (Including Boxing day):
Black Keybo Phone
Tickets to Chicago on New Years day (Main Floor)
Guitar Hero 3 for Wii
Seasons pass for COP
Black and White Burton Under-leggings
Aqua and gold Pashmina
Faded Grey Tee (difficult to describe)
BCBG Max Azria V neck (White with Black Print)
Leopard Print Leggings
Black and Grey Star print leggings
Black Tights
Green Thin waist-belt
New Black Suspenders
Black Sweater (Sweatshirt style)
Perfectly Faded Vintage Ramones Tee
New Diamond Earrings
Mauve-ish colored and Silver Nike Nigh tops
Black Cable Knit sweater
Grey Button Up Oxford
White Button Up Oxford
Tan Rabbit Hat
New White AA Wifebeaters
Black Sweatervest
Lots of Socks
Underwears
Watkin's Lemon Body Oil, Body Butter, Ect.
Harajuku Lovers Lil' Angel Perfume
Vanilla Pepsi Lip gloss that smells just like the coke bottle 5 cent candies
OPI nail polish- Bottom and top coat, Red, and Purple-ish color.
Leopard Print Makeup Bag
Hair Extensions
Shotglass Roulette Set
A bottle of Black Wine
A shitload of Candy which will just end up making me more motivated to lose weight
New Headphones
1984- George Orwell
Lullaby- Chuck Palahniuk
Guiness World Record Book (I get one every year)
New Sketching Pencil Set
New Sketchbook
Verious Gift Cards

I'm sure there's more. I just can't remember it all.

I had a had a heart, but I was blind. You had a hand and a sharp knife.

I'm jonesing bad.

I lie about it all the time.

But every time I see a satellite, and mistake it for a shooting star, I just wish for someone who wants me.
For the record, I'm not as tough as I'd like you to believe. I'm not always fine on my own.
In fact, I rarely am.

On our way from Stockholm it started to snow, and you said it was like Christmas, but you were wrong. It wasn't like Christmas at all.

I was just a distraction from your God.

I don't know how old this kid is, but he's really talented.

Can we both agree to silence what the other's did not see?

Now that schools done until Janurary, I kind of feel like I'm drowning.
I have so much that I've been meaning to do, but I just don't want to do it.
All I want to do is board and sleep and play guitar and see friends.
I want Christmas to come.
I want this weather to cheer up.
I want to not be sick anymore.
I want March to come so I can see Nikki and go to Vermont.
I want next semester to be over, and everything be done.

Assembling a bookshelf and clearing out my laptop all seems to trivial next to all that.

I think my problem is that I'm living too far in the future, and I'm letting my present slip away on me. I'm just getting further and further behind when all I want to do is move forward.

News time.

Oh man,
So something's happened, and it's like, of epic fucking proportions. Like, this is big news.
I have my first hangover ever.
Well, at least, I think it's a hangover. I mean, I've never really had a hangover before, so I don't know exactly what one feels like, but I looked it up on WebMD and it sounds pretty much like me right now.
This is really weird. Considering how much I used to drink, and I never used to get hangovers. So I find it pretty fucking funny that the first time I drink legally I get a hangover. You know you're getting old when... (LOL!)
Anyways, I'm eighteen now. The thought is kind of weird. I'll let you know more when I figure that shit out.

Oh, and P.S, as anti-Julia of me this sounds, I'm going to admit right now that I like Tila Tequila and listen to her music quite a bit, and that I think this is a good song. It's really fucking catchy.

This and that.

I haven’t written in a while, partially attributable to how busy I’ve been (but more about that later), but I thought I best get back to writing in here on a regular basis. I don’t know how things are going to go for pictures, but expect written updates from me at least twice a week.
It seems like lately life has been going really fast. This semester, for example, has passed by so fast that I cannot believe it. Like, if this was still high school, it would probably only be the beginning of November, maybe the middle if I got busy. But University is just so much work. It’s okay though, I’ve picked up on a lot of work habits that help me to get things done faster and still good. Also, I’ve quickly learned that procrastination is not a useful skill to have in University. Sitting up all night, literally not sleeping, to finish term papers is not fun. You can’t put a positive spin on it. Not one. You can’t just sit around thinking of what you have to do. You actually have to DO it. And you have to do it well. To those of you still in high school, BEWARE: Even the hard-assed teachers in high school mark easier than University professors and this might possibly be because the teachers in university don’t know your name, because it’s really hard when you have 3 classes of 200 people to remember all of their names.
I can’t seem to keep track of a lot of people and drama anymore, which I suppose is good for me. No matter how much I love drama I always somehow end up getting dragged into it and it just causes stress. I’ve never coped well with stress, though university is teaching me how to. If I come out of this with one new skill, it will be stress management.
Anyhow, more later about my recent life-developments and maybe a story about a wipe-out or two, because hells yes, Snowboarding season has officially arrived along with a couple of good snow storms.
XX

I can't keep up anymore.

Up-fucking-date.

HOLLAAAAA.
I'm back in business, so get stoked. I've been hideously busy the past couple of weeks, but I intend to be on here alot more, I just have term papers and other than that its FREEEEDOOOMMMMM.
I have pictures coming out of my ass, and while my internet connection at home seems to be the shits you know I'll be back.
Oh my darlings I've missed you terribly.

Feburary, get ink, shed tears, write of it, sob your heart out, sing.

Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит.

Достать пролетку. За шесть гривен,
Чрез благовест, чрез клик колес,
Перенестись туда,где ливень
Еще шумней чернил и слез.

Где, как обугленные груши,
С деревьев тысячи грачей
Сорвутся в лужи и обрушат
Сухую грусть на дно очей.

Под ней проталины чернеют,
И ветер криками изрыт,
И чем случайней, тем вернее
Слагаются стихи навзрыд

Oh shit.

I need to take more pictures.
I miss being the one documenting everything on film.
Someone make interesting plans with me?

Aprés Moi, Le deluge. After me, The Flood.

My life is busy. School is busy. Work is busy. Production is busy. I have pictures coming out my ass but no time to post them. I have new aspirations in life, but am too busy to pursue them at the current moment. I am terrified I'm going to fall behind. I have an in-class essay next class that I'm terrified I'm going to fail. I'm sick. Ugh. I'm starting to resemble a zombie from a bad horror movie. You know, like the realistic looking zombies with red rings around their eyes and the dark bags and the colorless skin? Thats me. How attractive. To top it all off, all I do is consume sugar and I don't gain weight because I don't sleep. Hurrah for not sleeping.
New particular knowledge that I thirst for,
aka things I would like to learn:
Piano, French, Russian, Ukrainian, Greek, Latin, German, Polish, Photojournalism, Harmonica, Matrial Arts, How to cook things other than deserts, how to establish a multi-million dollar chain, a la Ikea.

Also, I'e basically decided that my new goal in life is to become a special operative who speaks 13 languages fluently, can hack top secret governmental files, and is trained to kill with my bare hands. I think that would be fucking awesome.

Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I ought to say no.

Then we'll decide who you're going to be.

Don't do what you want.
Do what you don't want.
Do what you're trained not to want.
Do the things that scare you the most.

Find out what you're afraid of and go live there.

We can't make up the truth.

Incapable de rester toute seule
Je deteste dormir sans une présence
Les surprises semblent alléger ma solitude
Alors je ramène quelqu'un dans mon lit
Afin de découvrir comment je me sens
Comme un bébé
Portrait d'une femme
Affiche d'une fille

Me satisfaire
Eviter les novices
Ceux qui cherchent à me faire taire
Jusqu'à ce que je rentre avec l'un d'eux
Car je connais la sensation
De chercher le fil d'or
Et de ne jamais le trouver
(Coming in your pants)
Qui ne pense qu'à coucher avec une
fille d'affiche

Je sais que tu n'aimes pas ta réalité
Tu sais que je n'aime pas ta réalité
Tu sais que je n'aime pas ma réalité
Personne ne sait ce que c'est

On ne peut pas fabriquer la vérité

We'll all take turns, if not for the worst.

There are no secrets better kept than the secrets that everybody guesses.
- George Bernard Shaw

NEW FAVORITE PASTTIME.

Making fun of...
http://www.emo-styles.com
and enlightening them on a constant basis of how sick emo kids make me, and how I feel the need to "correct their incorrect corrections to the misconceptions".
Jesus H Christ, it has nothing to do with your goddamn hair.

The hugely lame thing is I have to wait for them to approve my replies, which I doubt is going to happen, because well, I completely shoot down their posts becasue they are emo and know nothing and I am not and am therefore clearly superior.

In all honesty though, I hope that I'm right and am correctly picking up a sarcastic tone because if that site was for real, I'd probably cry.

Flashback Favourite: Boy by Band Of Outsiders Fall 2008 at New York Fashion Week (Feb 2008)

Flashback: Alexander Wang Fall 2008 at New York Fashion Week (Feb 2008)

Flashback: DKNY Fall 2008 at New York Fashion Week (Feb 2008)