I recently have been thinking, not blogging. Thinking what will fill the pages in my many note books, what will be my inspiration. I recently turned 14 (on the 16th)! Whoop whoop! My art style has changed a lot this year and now I think I am pretty confident. One of my favorite pieces was my "twisted self portrait" I did for art class.
OY I haVE TO GO TO THE MALL TODAY..... It's probably going to be crowded with dooms day preppers because the world didn't end on Friday the 21, 2012.
Merry Christmas! SANTA CLAUS IS COMING TO MY HOUSE TONIGHT!!
I love this video, it cracks me up for some reason. Hahaha mini coveteursss.
There was another, miiniii movie, it was an Opening Ceremony video like this, but I can't find the link to share with all of you, so for now, this is the only MINI MANIA about this post...
Ahhhhhh, modern day music. To be honest, I am probably the only person that agrees with Hon Solo, SHOOOT THAT DREADED SORCERY!!! STOP THIS HORRID MUSIC THAT OUR GENERATION ENJOYS, EVEN THOUGH WE CAN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS! I really dislike modern music... If you can't tell already..
Are women considered a lower class in the world? Most places yes. It's even in our own back yard (please don't take this literal)...
Is this how women are represented? Is this how they think of us? Who ever did this is should look around and smell the daisies.
THAT'S RIGHT! YOU GO GURL!
It's sad, and today I realized I am a Feminist. Men out rule us in live broadcasting sports, politics, and to be honest, many other things. I'm sick of the unessesary and frankly, stupid, remarks immature freaks make. SORRY I RANT WHEN IM UPSET! Like "YOU sound like a girl!" "You play base ball like a girl" HELLO? I AM A GIRL. What the H-E-double hockey sticks, is wrong with our generation?
Here's some other links and things I agree with-
T. De Rozario and H. Zheng
Myth: Feminism is about fighting men, hating men, and eliminating men. Fact: Feminism is about challenging systemic inequalities and does not portray men as the enemy.
Women aren't allowed to play in the NFL. Although they have professional sports teams, they don't get media coverage. ALSO, there has never been a female president in the USA, but there has HERE .
Thanks for reading my angry ranting, and I am sorry if I offended you. Please don't take it personal and tell me if I did. Also if you like what I said (OR IF YOU LIKE MY BLOG IN GENERAL), follow me (I ALWAYS follow my followers back, unless I can't find your blog, so comment and leave a link to your blog). And leave your comments, because they always make my day.
OH here's some other people that you should go and follow-
Would you keep a secret? A petty secret, a life saving secret, a crush secret? Well, for those of you who can click this: ? Sorry to say if you have clicked this and you are currently in the U.S., it is nothing relevant to you, but go ahead and click it.
Also I wanted to say I'm sorry for not currently posting the past few weeks.
I haven't been worthy of the fashion blogisvere (sorry! spelt wrong!) I saw in some editorial that basically said only the bloggers with all dat cash, can buy designer clothing and MAKE IT BIG! But, obviously, that's not true. It matters on the content.
I want to know that if you guys, like the content of my blog, or have some critique tell me! I will give you one of those really lame, and sadly sometimes fake shout outs (only fake people give out fake ones,but I'm not fake, so there-fore my shout outs aren't fake, but still, quiet, lame,,,).
SORRY ALL TEXT IN PURPLE/PINK IS NOT VALID ANY MORE!
Fave, pics of week.
Thanks, dudes, and dudettes, will be back on soon, promise. And I will start making some outfit posts, and diys, when I get some new clothes, because currently I have none (don't worry I'm not sitting here typing naked), Also, just wanted to share tomorrow is my worst nightmare......PICTURE DAY!!!
Today, I am sad. Sad, because I am sick. School is school, and school will always be there, for me to fall right back into its trap of work. Even right now I am working on my poetry assignment, for which I have to choose a poem that means something to me, and was written by a well known poet. I chose a poem by Robert Frost called A Minor Bird. Here's his poem.
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song.
I think this poem is lovely, and it kind of describes my feelings sometimes (not the mood I'm in right now). I believe that it has a deeper meaning, of how when sometimes, when your sad, you have a deep jealously of happy things, and you don't want to be around them. But, in the end Mr. Frost has come to his senses, and realizes, life is too short to act that way. You should be happy about the little things, and forget the petty stuff. And that is why I chose his poem.
Dear my lovely readers,
I wish with all of my heart that I would be able to say right now that I have insider pics from fashion week. But sadly I don't. I wish I was there, amongst the other fashion dinosaurs, but no! So instead I'll just share some cool collections/pieces that I liked.
This Anna Sui collection is amazing! I love the punk rock feel, with some softness added to it.
With the colorful hair just to top it off!
Another amazing collection by the Rodarte sisters! This collection, in my opinion, has a punk rocky, vibe too. I've seen a lot of punk stuff this season. I adore all the colors and I think they way they put it together was beautiful.
I have to say, this Meadham Kirchhoff collection is not my favorite. Although, I love the colors and the idea of it, I will always think, their spring 2012 collection will be one of my favorites, and made a big impact in the blogerr-verse.
Two blocks down, and around the corner, there is a wild black berry bush. And after school today my mom, took us to pick some on the way home. Although there weren't that many ripe ones. The ones that were, couldn't be reached, or had holes in them. The thorns on the bush snagged my new tights! I saw a HUGE grass hopper too!
Then a few minutes later, a boy, about my age, or older, came up and said hi. I've never seen him in the neighbor hood before. I said hello back and asked him how he was doing. He was holding a guitar case and had a back pack on his back. He was talking to my mom about how it was funny to watch people's faces when they ate a sour berry. And my mom ate a berry and it was sour. He was autistic. When we got in the car, I saw him walking. He looked really lonely and at that moment I wanted to be his friend. I wanted to get out of the car and walk with him to where ever he was going, and be his friend. I'm sorry I didn't.
On my wrist is a bracelet for my friend who is running for school president, and I GOT MY YELLOW BELT!! (For math..)
I am officially organizing a rebellion against school! On Friday I took my Judo Math test (If you don't know what this is, you should read this post.) and I didn't pass so, I'm still a white belt! Yay! I know what your thinking right now, wow she must be really stupid if she's still on her white belt. Well, I can explain. When under stress, a.k.a a test, I don't do well. But on my practice sheets, I got almost everything right. WHATS GOING ON HERE!? WHY IS HUMANITY LIKE THIS!
For homework I have to do a math practice sheet and this art reference stuff and this art carving, I'M SICK OF IT!-
I officially am a thrifter! Yesturday I went to a thrift shop with one of my friends and got a bunch of cool stuff!
What I got-
Vintage beaded sweater/blouse thing, $10.
Tie die paisley shirt, $1.
Ralph Lauren shirt, $5.
Journey record, $1
Joan Jett record, $1.
Vintage leather bag. This piece is so incredibly beautiful. it opens up to be twice its size and has an egyptian print on it. The most beautiful thing about it is that it is so delicate and falling apart, and the bottom of it was broken so I had to fix it up. They gave it to me for free because it was broken.