like never before.

i need louis vuitton.
damn you marc jacobs, you've tugged at my heartstrings...


maybe i can take out a loan. i must have all three,
and the accessories to match. my passport is just so dull! my life is just so incomplete.

things i really like.

money in the mail.












shopping. (not in bell bottoms)





















gol damn... i have to stop here. #3 was to be "eating out". but apparently my generic google image search was thwarted at this point. it's just not fun anymore.

well... eating out.
starbucks
sunshine
cider
the farm from time to time
music surpassing appropriatness an epic moment in time
bare feet

fag hag.

Fag hag is a gay slang phrase referring to a woman who either associates mostly or exclusively with gay and bisexual men, or has gay and bisexual men as close friends. The phrase originated in gay male culture in the United States and was historically an insult. Some women who associate with gay men object to being called fag hags, while others embrace the term.


not sure how i feel about this. to embrace or not to embrace? either way, i think my lifestyle speaks for itself. thank you lily allen for making me feel ok about myself. hags have more fun anyways.

i am not an artist.

i'd like to fancy myself a "visual thinker"

a little unecessary background about myself:
in high school i was the straight A nerd - with attitude of course. i was in advanced math until it eventually wooped on me, let's say, end of junior year.
always in academic clubs rather than sports. competitive acapella group, vocal jazz, fbla, speech and acting, future career and community leaders of america (goody goody), honors society was a given, art club...

i recieved the spring valley high school english scholarship and, for a time, thought i would attend st. thomas for an english and liberal arts major. but let's get real here, i like writing, but capitals have always gotten my goat, i use commas to an unhealthy extent, i ramble i rant i make run ons and i don't care oh, and, i don't want to be an english teacher. so - MCAD. why not.

i don't make art, thank god in heaven for the bachelor of science program. i prefer cutting shit up.

nautical.

a number of designers have been throwing nautical in the mix for spring '09, and what can i say? i need. call me a step behind, but believe you me, the minute i have 695$ floating around that are required to buy this gem of a hideous Stella McCartney sweater...

she will be mine.

banished.

call it a fur fettish or a fuzzy craving; i just needed a little fluff in my life.
alas MCAD put the kibosh on that one. the dreaded flip-pad came out and it was me reciting my full name and lodgings number.

could this spell another disciplinary probation for me? only time will tell.







how could you hate on this?