Friday, April 5, 2013

age of consent (spring vibes '13)

HI. I'm currently up late finishing up some entries in my creative writing for school while trying to juggle my feelings of extreme happiness and excitement (writing this post, gathering up all of my emotions and ideas and thoughts to put here) while dealing with some sadness: this post, as well as this Rookie diary that I wrote for the week. There's just this big blob of adolescence (which I'll touch on more a bit later) and death and nostalgia surrounding me, and I'm not sure of how to escape it.


A moodboard that I made. I feel like a lot of spring moodboards are full of brightness and Technicolor (even though winter to spring really is like running from a tornado and into a land full of Munchkins) and other things. I think that's how I felt before in winter, but now I feel more forest inspired than say, a meadow or a pool like before (while those both play roles in my overall perspective, they aren't the central themes). Ghost World, Freaks and Geeks, and The Virgin Suicides are a big part of that (suburbia and the '70s, because you have to admit, F&G is stuck in the era of the shag rug (Exhibit A: Lindsey & Sam's house, which is green & brown). There is also ADOLESCENCE as a whole, because it obviously isn't absolutely amazing and puppies and sunshine, although puppies would make sense because they poop a lot. Adolescence poops a lot, which is something that I think we can all agree on.

CDG ad that I edited/annotated 

Two pages from  one of my journals. The left page stemmed from the bottom section that I started writing on the right ("Diaries"). (ALSO-My normal handwriting doesn't look like this. I just felt the need to clarify this.) I started thinking about The Virgin Suicides, but really thinking about it-every time I read it, I feel connected to it more, in a way. The first time I read it, I don't think I really saw it for what it was; like with what many people do with Lolita, I romanticized a tale of obsession, one that made the subject(s) of desire out to be otherworldly creatures. Upon reading it again, I realized that it was really about a group of men who refuse to let go of an obsession with the group of girls across the street. This time around, I really got involved in the adolescence aspect of it, which is something I've been doing lately whenever I read literature, watch a television show or a movie, listen to a song, etc. J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye is the epitome of teenage rebellion, but not really rebelling in the way that we are used to, like steal our parents' liquor and getting drunk in the basement, or hating everyone and everything just for the hell of it. Holden Caulfield, the main character, rebels because he (a) dislikes many people based on the fact that he views them as "goddamn phonies" and (b) holds onto youth in a way that isn't sexualized like Humbert Humbert's, but because it's so full of innocence and the mind in it's supposedly purest form, before humans make the transition into becoming possible phonies. My spring vibes (sort of based on my playlist for the season, "Age of Consent") are centered around this idea of what adolescence is, and how there are so many different perspectives on it. In an interview Rookie conducted with Sky Ferreira, she spoke about how so many pop stars are sexualized in a Lolita-esque, schoolgirl way, even though adolescence is this really difficult time full of zits and awkwardness, which is so right; people like to have this fantasy of what growing up is, when really, it is just this ideal that hardly compares to the real thing.

I'm going to post the rest of this later, because I have so much to say (including a playlist focused around this theme, more moodboards, more talking), but my computer hates me.

                                                                                                                 Yours truly,


Sunday, March 31, 2013

why is the blogosphere shriveling up around me? (also, my brain: a life on hiatus)

I think that my entire life has become this godawful mess of random bursts of inspiration that quickly trickle into dull flatlines where I just read other blogs and my mind regurgitates information. I don't know why. Is it me? Is it everything around me? I think it could be both, and more. 
Everything seems oddly the same. I don't know if this makes sense or not, but I feel like many of us-not necessarily just the blogosphere, but this tribe of other people on the internet who share the same spaces, like tumblr-have this seemingly set group of inspirational people and music and designers. Like, I'll go on a blog and there will be a ton of tribute posts to Courtney Love and Hole and flower crowns and such, and that'll be fine, but I'll go on another blog and then another blog and then another blog with the same focuses. While I'm not writing this in an attempt to dictate what people should like, I just feel like there is this dam blocking any incoming concepts. I also feel like I myself am horribly stuck in a rut, not only impression-wise, but writing and expression-wise. Blogging is meant to be a diary-an online journal, if you will. Blog is the short term for web blog, and I feel like I'm not stressing that enough not only to myself, but anyone who comes across this blog. I don't know how to make my natural thoughts flow enough, which makes me feel uncomfortable whenever making a post. I'm constantly on the search for that one brutally honest post of mine which will make me feel as if I can do that every time I click on that "New Post" button. 
While I feel that way writing this, I'm not sure if I will feel the same next time, even though I would really like to. My mind is on hiatus and so is the stream of creativity that flowed through me so rapidly before. I know that I've come a long way from when I first started blogging, a long way from being in sixth grade, even a long way from being in seventh. I am grateful for blogging and all of the friends that I've made from it, and everything that it has taught me. I just want a renewed sense of originality; I don't want to be a copy of everything else. I don't want fashion-and anything else for that matter-to feel dull; I want to be able to excitedly craft an outfit and then say, "Wow. How did I even think of that?" It isn't enough for me to just wear something; I need to feel it. I want someone to be able to look at what I'm wearing and say, "I get where she's coming from. I can really see what thoughts and emotions and ideas went into this."
I don't know how I will do this, and how I will be able to climb out of this abyss. Starting this blog was supposed to be a cure, and while it has helped me to escape from being as boxed in as I was with The Style Aviator (not that I don't love it; I just needed a refreshing look on blogging). I don't want to be stuck anymore. I'm even boring myself, and that needs to stop.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

the laws of passive aggressiveness

1. Subtle bitchfacing is key. (i.e. Make "lol r u that stupid?" = "My face hates you but I'm going to smile anyway.")


2. "i hate u so much omfg" should now be "You know, there's just something about you..." The key is saying it the way you would up a stained shirt and say, "Yeah...this just is not going to work." A tongue click, shaking of the head, and slightly squinted eyes are optional but add to the line.

3. "omg plz do my h.w. i am so screwed wtf" is turned into "Do you know the answer to this question? Wow, you're so good at this! Surely you can do this problem, too...and I was having a little trouble with this one,'ll do all? Really? Aw, you don't have to. You insist? Well, thanks!" Add a smile and a little shrug. Then go back to eating your sushi and staring at your latest infatuation until all fifty of the science questions are done. 

4. "move out of the effing way OMG" will be, "You know what, I'm tired and I have no time to deal with this. My LIONFISH died yesterday. I just want to get to the space behind you, okay?" (The lionfish part can be replaced when any other fish, except for a goldfish, because those things die all the time. It's a bit scary. They have a lifespan of about five minutes.) 

5. "hey there i rly rly lyke u and maybe we should go out?" = "Your face. I like it." 

6. "omg i am 2 lazy 2 finish this blog post" is now "Stay tuned for more!" 

Queen of the Chronic Bitchface

           My face in all of its chronic bitchfaing glory 

she's so VERSATILE (versatile award)

HEY. The amazing Dani (you are obligated to read her blog) nominated me for the Versatile Award, which is like the Liebster, except I have to post seven facts about myself and then nominate seven other people.  

1. Bates Motel is my favorite show. 
2. If I had one wish, it would be for Michael Bay movies to cease to exist, which would essentially be the same thing as world peace.
3. Sylvia Plath is the queen of my world.
4. I'm currently stuck in a horrible writing rut, which is bad because I have a poem set and an article due. 
5. "Crown on the Ground" by Sleigh Bells is stuck in my head. (It's the music for  the trailer for Sofia Coppola's new movie The Bling Ring, which looks like absolute PERFECTION.)
6. Being a blogger is one of the best decisions that I've ever made. It has lead to me knowing so many amazing people and sharing my opinions more. 
7. My favorite magazines are Entertainment Weekly, Nylon, Marie Claire, and New York. 

My nominees are:

I'm going to leave it at five, because I'm trying to switch it up from the previous nominees. 


Saturday, March 23, 2013


The title is basically all of my insides partying because I'm so happy right now (even though half of my tripod is missing. But, you know, whatever.). Tomorrow is going to be rad; I'm going to Rockefeller Center with my mother to shop and have lunch after visiting St. Patrick's (the last part isn't really one of the rad things). Then we're going to see a movie and visit the Strand. 

I bought the above sneakers today (the picture, not owned by me, is of holographic sneakers, and are a bit blurry). They are amazing. Not only are they comfy, but they're holographic, guys. I usually am not the biggest fan of sneakers, but there were thrown down to Earth by stylish aliens.

ALSO, as of about ten minutes ago or so, I bought a Grimes button from The Pulp Girls, and I think that this is celebration-worthy news. I mean, I can now publicly declare my love for Grimes. 

I must go off to bed now (mostly because the only somewhat interesting thing on my T.V. right now is an awful Affleck movie-even though he is perfect because of Argo and such-that I think might be a romantic comedy but I'm not completely sure about. Either way, it's not worth losing sleep over. Also because my mother is making me, but the first reason is better). Nightie night! 


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

i feel stupid and contagious

            Pink Unicorn Ring
     Virgin Who Can't Drive candle / Clueless Brittany Murphy R.I.P.
         Kurt Cobain Barrettes
         Fuck Off Pin
Hi. Right now I'm really sad and bored, and I need to finish my science essay, AND I feel empty but I wanted to blog, so I posted some of the items that I really want to buy (all images above are from Etsy). I'm definitely going to get some of them soon.

Monday, March 4, 2013

helter skelter, sally is a witch

 I love my closet, but it hates me. I keep buying clothes and they refuse to fit into it. So today I basically just dumped all of my stuff out onto my bed and ~fangirled~ (ugh sorry) over it because honestly, I forgot that I had most of my things. I'm going to spend next Sunday cleaning out my closet and attempting to fit more clothes into it. Everything reminds me of spring & summer, and then I feel ecstatic until I look down at the lumpy sweater that I am wearing and let my heart sob.


My saddle waddle shoes that I bought on a shopping trip with my best friends. (They used to belong to the cashier who checked them out for me. How rad is that?!) (I'm answering my own question. It's very rad. Very rad, indeed.)

This is a red beret that I recently got (inspired by It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, one of the best shows in existence).

This is my Sally the Witch shirt, and while I have no idea who that is other than the fact that it's a television show character, this shirt is lovely and reminds me of a show that I used to watch on Saturdays as a child.
Well, I'm done with this ode to my closet.