Oh goodness, how things have been hectic since the Spring Fling; in every area of my life; work, rest and play!
Its funny how things can be so dull and boring and you have the same "sameness" for so long and you wish something would just happen to liven things up a little, then it all happens at once! I now long for the dull life of a few weeks ago.
I feel like I've been on an emotional roller coaster, up and down and racing for the past few weeks. It started with the boy who wanted to hold my hand too, then that turned into me OK not having my hand held by him, but missing my friend.
There wasn't much time fore sorrow and reflection over what had past because after that there were assignments after assignments after assignments (there are still assignment going on, but someone I'm more on top of it). And then there was work, and still is work. It seems that in my organisation, the way you get rewarded for doing a good job is by being given more work to do!
And then there was Spring Fling weekend. I was not prepared for the events that unfolded last week and I've spent a week off the grid trying to come to terms with it all. That ex boyfriend (cue your concern) has reappeared after more than a year of not a single sighting and not a single a word. The reappearance was also accompanied by three words, eight letters. This make my head spin and my heart hurt.
Another blast from the past has also reappeared and my heart beats a little faster at the thought of what might be. This blast has always been the maybe might be sort of romance. There is a little bit of history (a few kisses here and there) but nothing groundbreaking. It seems that life pushes us back together every now and then. The most recent every now and then being the night after the Spring Fling. It was good and comfortable but at the same time electric and exciting. There was conversation, and meaning. After 8 years, we might not be exactly on the same page, but I feel like we are in the same book in terms of what we want from life. This is a massive deal, compared to when we first met. I would have said that we were on opposite sides of the library! It was nice to converse and I am keen to spend more time in this man's company.
Just as soon as my assignments are done and dusted. The eye is still very much on the NYC prize, maybe even more so than usual. The Wanderlust is kicking into overdrive at the moment, March cannot come soon enough. I fear that I may need to have a mini flee to Sydney or something just to appease the fleeing beast inside of me.
One of my most loving and giving friends it hosting a Spring Fling party tonight in honour of fourthousand's 3rd birthday!
I am BEYOND excited. I have been madly hunting all things Spring Fling for weeks now! Last weekend I finally got my dress. Floral print! This is a big deal for me, I'm not one for prints of any kind at the best of times, but for this occasion how could I not!
While I am wearing floral print, its nowhere near as floral print as these tights! They are pretty AMAZING!
Now that I have made my first step into this pretty print, and I'm not hating it, I can't help but think that there might just be room for more floral in my wardrobe/life...
As the weather is getting hotter in Aus, more and more summer music festivals are being announced!
So far, I'm all over Sunset Sounds and am giving serious thought to Good Vibrations...
Below is a Yo Gabba Gabba clip from Coachella, Plex had by far the best clip out of all the YGG crew! Check out all the band friends he made, including my total fan girl crush Grizzly Bear! <3 <3 <3
I love PostSecret. I have spent many hours with friends flipping though the pages of the books with a myriad of different emotions depending on the secrets reveled.
My favorite secret ever was sent in by a teenager who worked a Lego Land. Their secret was that their favorite part of their job was to destroy the children's creations at the end of every day.
When I read this, at first I was so shocked at the meanness of it, but then the more I tell the story, the funnier I find it! That horrible satisfaction that the Lego Land pleb must have felt reminds me of when I was a birthday party host at a bowling alley. DO NOT JUDGE! It was my first job, and I think I only lasted about 6 weeks before the managers and I come to the sensible decision that perhaps a career in retail was far more suited to my personality than that of looking after a group of children. Nothing would thrill me more than watching that one obnoxious child miss every single bowling pin on their turn. It was a horrible thrill and one that I feel very ashamed of now that I do actually have tolerance for children.
With more PostSecret books to be published and the roadshow in the US, there is now this little promo video. I love it, maybe even more so than the books. To actually see the emotion of the people as they tell their secret is amazing. You cant help but feel so many different things while watching it. I love the honestly of everyone. Even the spiteful, self serving, boastful guy towards the end
I'd love to have the courage to be able to reveal something if I were to be put in this kind of situation. Alas, I don't think I would be brave enough or open enough to actually go though with it.
I suppose its only right to *spoiler alter* this, as it is the end of the ever so wonderful movie New York, I Love You. But really, shame on you for not having seen it if you need to spoiler alert!
I happen to be missing New York something chronic of late, and the thought that I will return is March for my birthday isn't really having the desired effect on quelling my overwhelming urge to jump on the next flight out of here and be there tomorrow!
(New York I love you - Endings)
I must admit, I didn't love this film nearly as much as its French sibling, it just seems too interwoven, but is American film for you, things need to be neat and explained. Nonetheless, this is still an amazing stand alone film.
If you've not seen it already YOU MUST HUNT IT DOWN AND WATCH IT TONIGHT!
It's Monday, and no, I do not want to take about it!
The Metro Card I have in my wallet from my time on the subways of NYC says in big bold letters
OPTIMISM
I like to keep this in my wallet, because it reminds me of a time when I was truly happy and also sometimes it's hard to remember to be optimistic, (it also stops me from buying a lot of impulse purchase. The card = NYC and impulse purchase = staying put due to lack of funds.)
This morning it was very difficult to be optimistic. I did not want to wake up. I did not want to get dressed for work. I did not want to commute with the masses. I did want my coffee and chatter with the girls at the coffee shop. I did not want to get my bus. I did not want to dodge speeding cars to get to my office building. I did not want to participate in useless chatter.
But here I am. After this post, I am choosing to be optimistic that today will turn out much better than how if first started. It may be a difficult decision, but for the good of my mental health and the health of those all around me, I am going to make that decision!
But before I go, here is the song that is on constant repeat in my head right now. Not very optimistic, but really, can Kermit be that pessimistic? He's just so cute and green!
(LCD Soundsystem - New York, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down)
...but that is what I have been. With work and study and life and love. Oh and Skins. I managed to watch all four seasons in about a week and a bit, I was a little obsessive...
I must say I enjoyed the first two seasons far more than the last two. But that isn't to say that I didn't enjoy the last two seasons, I just found the first two to be more believable. And filmed better. And the characters to be more open. And I was devastated at the death in the second season, where as the death in the last season, while it was sad, didn't really move me. (See, I'm not giving it away to those of you who haven't seen it, because I care!)
Oh and Cassie! I LOVE CASSIE! Oh to be like Cassie (minus the nearly topping herself off, and the whole not eating thing).
So with all that said, please enjoy The Secret Party featuring the original cast of Skins (minus Cassie, sadly)
I never realised how cute this song was until just now in this very moment! And I totally hear what she is saying!
I also can't shake this cold/flu/want to sleep forever and a day thing I've got going on at the moment, and that worries me, as, even though I totally suck at shaking it, I want to go OUT tomorrow night!!!
(Kate Miller-Heidke - Can't Shake It [Official Video])
Friday fever come early is simply the worst! I sure hope I'm feeling this flighty tomorrow night!
Much to annoyance of my ever so patient friends, I'm still not over my Jewish boy loving craze!
So you can imagine my excitement when I saw the trailer for this the other day!
HELLO JAMES FRANCO!!! (I think I need to invest some time in you tubing some Freaks and Geeks)
('HOWL' starring 'James Franco' - Official Movie Trailer (HD) )
Oh and on a side note, the authenticity of my excitement was challenged the other day by someone I don't know who has stumbled across my blog & read it and thinks I fake all the excitement expressed.
First of all SOMEONE I DONT KNOW READS MY BLOG!!! ******YAY******* <- that's some genuine excitement right there!
Secondly, those who know me, eg. all the other readers of my blog, can attest that my expressed excitement for all things on this blog is genuine, as I also happen to annoy them all day every day! Particularly Face, bless her little patient sole!
I'm not sure to say "sadly" or not, but here goes. Sadly, I am that shallow and I do get that excited about bags and shoes and Jewish men!
Spring had sprung for those of us in the Southern Hemisphere, in the not too distant future and will be those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer where it's simply too hot to do anything but lay on the beach...
Until such time, I suggest we all enjoy the fleeting moments of coolness in the air, the need for jackets and tights and the final delight of chilly goosebumps!
I, for one will miss Winter, but will enjoy what Spring has to offer, picnics in the park, new flowers, my annual spring clean out of my wardrobe, and the sun! Oh the sun! The sun actually being up in the sky as a walk to the train station in the morning; the sun still being in the sky as I walk home from the train at night. You have no idea what a difference what this can make to a person's well being!
My first day in London... Springtime in Hyde Park, London
by Maximilla Lukacs
Of course now that it's Spring here, it's also Autumn in the Northern Hemisphere, and I am beyond jealous of what this means for my friends on the other side of the world! It was this time last year that my time in New York was quickly coming to an end. There was an actual change in the weather conditions between the last day of summer and the first day of fall. Almost immediately there was a chill in the breezy where before there was overwhelming humidity, only made worse by the subway grates letting of their steam. There was crispness to the air; there was a need for a cardigan later in the day. I can still remember the sadness that I felt and the anxiety to make every last moment matter. I can not believe how quickly a year has gone! It blows my mind when I think about all that has passed in that year!
I've been unwell today, and have spent a large part of the day in bed, asleep, trying to get better so I can see the sights and partake in the delights that will be next weekend. I realise it's only Tuesday, but I'm trying to turn over a new leaf and be responsible and make sure that I am fighting fit before abusing my body with overindulgence on the weekend, particularly if a spot of Friday Fever can be organised!
With all this being said, in my moments of wake today, I used me Lula magazine to keep me entertained and keep me company. My copy of Lula is getting a slightly worn look to it, as it has been my go to for a little pick me up ever so often, since I have my wisdom teeth all taken out. It got me wondering when the next Lula will come into my life, which prompted me to head over to the website, which then prompted me to head over to my forgotten friend, the Lula Scrapbook, where I happened to come across this delightful animation!
I have this on good authority! Naturally I take my cues from all things fashion when I make a statement as bold as this, but really, hear me out! Hermes has, a little while ago now, stopped offering their loyal customers brown paper bags in lieu of their trademark orange shop bags to cart their wears home. The offering of the brown paper bags during the recession was brought about due to the wives of CEO etc. not wanting to show that they were relatively unaffected by the recession as their husbands and their respective crack teams fired workers further down the work ladder to save their necks and jobs and the lifestyle they had all become accustomed to. By not walking round with those enormous, attention grabbing orange bags, it gave the impression that they were feeling the pinch too. Kudos to Hermes to considering the feelings of the ones who can no longer afford their wears anymore! But now the orange bags are back with vengeance! So that was sign one for me that the recession is over.
Secondly, Hermes has now confirmed murmurs that they plan to launch a new bag set the rival their Birkin bag. Equally, if not even more exclusive than the original “It” bag, I can’t help but wonder if it is possible to create the stir that the Birkin bag does. I’m unsure how they are planning in marketing this one; Birkins are classic, and look stunning on the arms on 30+ ladies. Perhaps this new bag will be aimed at the younger marker, and if so how on earth are we meant to be able to afford it? Anyway, there is a new bag; with a new price tag and no doubt schemers (Scheme-tastic here) who think they can jump the cue to get the bag first and my second sign that the recession is over.
Thirdly, on one of my wanders around the CBD the other day, I was smacked in the face by the Hermes orange completely covering a shop front, it was HUGE! Hermes is coming to my little sleepy city. Surely the recession is over if they can afford to expand to here! When I saw the shop front all I could think about was my dream of owning a Birkin inching steps closer! (Now, I may or may not be contemplating becoming one of these schemers who jump the cue to get a Birkin bag in my own sleepy city, but I see it as far less of a crime to do it here than to do it somewhere like NYC!) Maybe I could get a job at Hermes thus securing the second income needed for me to solely devote to the purchasing of me bag. Maybe if I worked at Hermes, I could get my mitts on one of these new bags that are set to rival the Birkin… or maybe it will take me 5 years of solid saving of my second income working at Hermes to be able to afford a Birkin… who knows? Anyway, Hermes opening here is the final sign I needed that the recession is well and truly over.
Everything about this is perfection! The Birkin, the bulldog, the whitewash, the complete casualness of the lady! This is from where I'd rather be!
Sunburst cocktail ring by Nicole Richie’s jewellery label, House of Harlow 1960
Under normal circumstances, I loath anything to do with celebrities and their token fashion lines, but I have been crushing on this ring in the gold and black leather for quite some time. I literally squealed with delight/lust when I say this mother of pearl recantation.
I will not sleep until this ring is mine! (OK that's not entirely truthful, but I do want it quite desperately.)
My hunt for the perfect bag is still continuing. However, I hope to have this hunt ended on or before this coming Friday. All the extra hours I have put in at work recently have translated into the extra pennies for buying lovely things, such as this bag of my dreams.
Now, I tried to remain loyal to the local economy, but the locals failed me. Nothing I found satisfied me and my needs in this new bag of perfection. Turning my hunt online, I think there is a winner, the only decision to make now it one of colour…
I can get the bag from three different US retailers, Urban Outfitters, Anthropologie and Kitson. The price and colour vary with each store, but they all do ship to Australia.
First up is the dark brown leather one from Urban Outfitters. Its $289 USD but will include free shipping (This ends up being about $321.47 AUD)!
Next up is the tan leather on from Anthropoligie. Its $339.11 AUD and there is an extra $50AUD shipping.
Lastly is the grey one from Kitson. Its $312.70 AUD and there is an extra $79.03 AUD shipping.
I must admit, I’m not 100% in love with the grey bag from Kitson, I don’t think that public transport every day will be very kind to the colour, and I want this bag for longevity. I have previously had a Marc for Marc Jacob back in a similar colour and it crushed me to watch it get beat up and marked and stained though general wear and tear as well as the disrespect of other commuters. I don’t want this for my new bag!
Which one do you think I should get? All advice is greatly appreciated!
*Edit* on further internet inspection, I saw that it comes in teal from Nordstroms, but it was hella expensive and I’m not a fan on teal at the best of times.
In case it wasn't clear, when I discover that people, bands, magazines etc like something that I have already expressed a like in, that makes me right! I'm RIGHT!
Things have been rather slack on here recently. This is largely due to the fact I've been working 10 - 11 hours days at work to implement new changes coming into place at the end of August, and I've been swamped with study too!
Life has been less fun and far less social than usual and there has been little to no room for outside inspiration to motivate me to share thoughts on here, it’s been a horrible feeling and I'm acutely aware of the toll it’s taken now. As it’s nearly the end of August and the end of the current study period, things will be picking up here now! Next study period, I'm studying photography, so that will be exciting, and I have a thought bubble of special project that my ever so lovely friend in Sydney and I might do (B, I know this right now is the first you're hearing of it, but I promise a full email soon about it!)
With all this blah, blah, blah work and wah, wah, wah study talk over, I thought I'd share a song that was the sound track to last weekend with Face and her sister and her mum (OK, I may have told a tiny lie, I did have a tiny little break last weekend for an all girls beach break weekend). It’s so beachy and cute and totally sums up my boy frame of mind right now, still not over it!
Yesterday was Daffodil Day, the one day set aside each year to raise money to find a cure for cancer. I love daffodils so much, they remind me of being in London and buying them the cheer up my dim room. How can you not be cheered up by they sunny little yellow faces?!?
Did you know that one in two people will get some kind of cancer in their life. This thought sickens me to no end. Just because Daffodil day was yesterday, it doesn't mean you can't do your bit to help but an end to this revolting disease! Donate here!
I've had a hell of a morning, what with giving up sugar and the general business of Monday mornings, but i trudged on though and now its Monday afternoon, and time for a tea break (minus the sugar).
I did manage to stumble across this treat that's oh so sweet, no need to sugar.
He's at it again! Marc has made another fragrance and this time its for men. Here is the teaser that was released earlier this week.
I wonder if this will take the men's fragrance world by storm, the way that Daisy and Lola have for all the lovely ladies out there. I'm also very interested to smell this. Will it be that heady, delicious smell or will it be the "Fashun" smell that many fashion houses make the mistake of releasing. (OK, that made sense to me, but I doubt it will to anyone else who doesn't know about my Fashun-is-a-bad-thing thing I have with some of the gaggle).
Either way, at the end of the day, this is really just a licencing deal, but I am glad that Marc is making the lucrative move. Because, I love him!
Oh, and if you are left with any questions, Marc has taken the trouble of answering some FAQ regarding BANG. Cleaver boy!
Isn't he fabulous! (Rhetorical question, not actual question. Marc is fabulous)
In the midst of several assignments being due scarily close to one another and my brain being overloaded, I took a break to blog stalk. I was over at Style Rookie and this is what I found!
Tavi NEVER ceases to amaze me! EVER! Goodness I wish I were as cool as her when I was 13! I'm so intrigued to see what she is going to next. Only heaven knows what this little lady is destined to be when she grows up! It literally blows my mind.
Tonight, I'm celebrating an ever so lovely friend's arrival at 25! (Tummy trouble permitting)
This lady is all kinds of lovely, and we have been friends for years! We first met on a Christian arts summer camp type thing, which is all the more amusing if you know both of us now. We get all sorts of delight in telling people how we met, the look on their faces is fantastic!
This lady had done so much for me and asks for very little in return, she is truly amazing, and I so glad,] that over the past couple of years that we have become closer friends. She's the sort of girl that everyone needs in their life.
(This is how I imagine us in years to come, I'll take the bullet and call the old biddy, as I'm slightly older)
*Edit* OK, when I first saw this image, I only saw the word, not the bed, WE ARE NOT IN BED TOGETHER! Just to clear that up! Haha! She has a boyfriend who is all kinds of lovely!
Now for a wee bit of a guest edit from my very favorite monthly magazine, NYLON (read: I took this from their website, I'm not even going to pretend that any of this post came from my brain.). I can’t help but feel validated by this little showing of Alison! Makes my previous ranting over Alison here, and here, seem less obscure or something...
They say Private Icon, I say Fangirl Crush! Either way, enjoy!
PRIVATE ICON: ALISON MOSSHART
In honor of The Deadweather's secret concert at Don Hill's, we try to copy the rock goddess.
(Tigi hair products, Forever 21 bangle, Madewell Biker Boots, Alexander McQueen (RIP) Scarf, Dead Weather album, Urban Decay Eye Palette.)
Could not have said it better myself! And oh, how I want that McQueen scarf!
This reminds me of my friend Zac, it's Zac's birthday today. I was a very bad friend and bailed on his birthday drinks last night because even though my head knew the Thai food I had for lunch didn't taste quite right, I had to keep eating it. I payed for that in the evening.
Not only did I miss getting silly amounts of drunk with my friend Zac (which is one of my favorite things to do, particularly after work, even though I know I have to get up really early the next morning) but I also had to deal with an upset tummy, both from the bad Thai food and the bitter disappointment of knowing that I was missing out on the epic fun that Zac was having.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAC!!!! (I'd link you in, but I don't have your blog, perhaps you should add it to the comments, hmm?)
This is one of those little known facts about me. However, it's also a little know fact has recently become a little more well known by those closest to me with the introduction of this wonderful site into my life.
I was encouraged to confess my thing for Jewish men to my friends by the discovery of this site. It’s like I wasn’t alone in my infatuation with these dashingly handsome men.
(Jake!!!! *fan girl*)
My enthusiasm hasn’t been shared so much with my friends. It has actually been met with confusion and giggles over what I'm going on about this time. Given most of my friends are either married or happily coupled off, I will choose to not take this as a slight against my taste in men. The confusion might be largely due to the fact that I have had very little to do with anyone of the Jewish faith. There isn’t a very large Jewish community where I live, in fact I can only admit to knowing one Jewish girl in my entire life. And she went to my Catholic, girls’ school. I have no explanation for the giggles I've received. My crush for Jewish men has also been linked back to many things, from my love of bagels to my love of New York, and particularly the Upper West Side.
My friends, being the caring, supportive friends that they are, have humoured me, and one by one have also logged on the site. I'd like to think that their motivations for logging on had more to so with their curiosity being piqued and much less to do with the hope that I stop nagging them via email, text and Facebook with my over enthusiasm for famous Jewish men that its not very likely that I will ever meet. What these ladies have discovered is that they unknowingly have a bit of a thing for Jewish men, particularly if they are of the hipster inclination. The Lonely Island boys, Jake Gyllenhaal, Jason Schwartman, Michael Cera are on the site along with Joseph Gordon-Levitt and James Franco (swoon!).
(James!!! *fan girl*)
I suggest you have a peruse yourself. There really is something for everyone there, just as long as you have a thing for Jewish men!
Today I've woken up in the most amazing mood! I have a wonderful feeling of contentment, right down in my tummy. The sun is shining, its a warm winter day, and I have a delicious pot of Turkish Apple Tea brewing next to me on my bedside table.
I woke up this morning and the first thing I saw was this new fashion movie for the clothing like Tucker. It's nice and gentle while still being a lot of fun!
I'm loving this movement in the fashion set towards fashion movies to showcase a brand's latest collection. it shows the clothes being worn and enjoyed! It's refreshing change from the sulky models stomping down the catwalk looking underfed and miserable.
And goodness, those macaroons look amazing! I had the biggest, most delicious macaroon in Sydney last weekend while visiting my ever so wonderful, beautiful friend. It was the most amazing time. I wish I was back there doing it all again this weekend!
I hope the Friday Fever plans for everyone are much more exciting than mine. Here its just me and my two assignments and the 11:59 deadline to have them submitted.
For those of you we are heading out for a night of frivolity and fun, here is the perfect go to track to kick things off and set the theme to your evening. Many of my nights have started of with this track in the play list, and those night have never been dull.
Here are some ever so lovely French ladies chatting about their collaboration with by far the coolest sunglasses brand around. Enjoy their little chatter and take note of their conversation for mimicking later on after a few too many champagnes!
I’ve been hesitant to write anything real about Ms Deschanel as I think words will fail me...
I adore her and all of her creative projects! (Goodness, I sound like such an effing hipster! Ick!)
Just enjoy this little treasure that I stumble across last night. It was made as an accompaniment for her film with Joseph Gordon-Lovett, 500 Days of Summer (which I had the pleasure of being gifted on Sunday, buy the wonderful Chelsea. Notice the link to her her blog, go there because I said so!)
Despite still not feeling 100% after the mutant sickness thing that struck me down in the prime of my week last weekend, I returned to work today.
By tea time break, I was in desperate need from something lovely to be kind to my eyes. Too many 0 & 1 today coupled with a rather large lack of my totz fabu working buddy to email giggle about the weekend with led me to facebook was taking its toll. Facebook lead me to fourthousand.com.au and fourthousand.com.au (click the link, because I said so!) lead me to Lonely Hearts!
Oh goodness Lonely Hearts, where have you been all my life? Behold the beauty of these lovely pieces!
The loveliness of all of these far exceeds the available balance of my credit card. But I think these might be classified as a need rather than just a plain old want!
For maybe the last 5 days or so I have fallen victim to a nasty cold/flu/mutant illness thing. It has not been fun at all! Tuesday I started off feeling completely dishevelled but not unwell, then woke up on Wednesday morning to a red roar throat and it just snowballed from there. Between waking up to getting to work on Wednesday morning, a time frame of two hours, I became this mess of a disgusting head cold. Yesterday I had to go to the doctor because I was not getting anywhere with the whole getting better thing. I missed a movie preview (which was also meant to be a semi/causal/ weird-lets-pretend-its not date thing with my ex boyfriend and before you get worried, not that ex boyfriend), I missed dinner with my friend and her new boyfriend who she is 99% certain she is going to marry and consequently missed out of eating delicious duck in China Town with cheap wine and lively chatter, and I have missed shopping for things I need for when I go to visit me nearest and dearest friend in Sydney in two weeks! And I just saw these Giuseppe Zanotti Booties on sale for $175 reduced from some ridiculous four figure price tag ($1150 ) and I know they would make me instantly better, if only I could summon the energy leave the house to get to the store to snatch them up so that I could also wear them in Sydney! And they are only on sale for today ONLY! This has been a fun free zone!
SO, yesterday, I had to walk to the doctor, the pharmacy, and the supermarket (where I had an altercation involving the back of my heel, my back, a trolley, and an uppity woman wearing Millers jeans who is not at all feeling the bliss that her domestic life once promised). I don’t like going to the doctor normally. I think up until yesterday my doctor was quite happy to put my in the same basket as my mother. My mother, God bless her, is one of those ladies who freak out over the smallest thing and rushes off to the doctor to be told that she is perfectly fine! SO anyway, up until yesterday I was 100% convinced that the doctor had me in the same basket as my mother, purely based on blood relation. But yesterday, boy did I prove his little blood relation theory wrong! I am SICK! After he did the thing with the tongue depressor thing and the light down the back of my throat and then sticking the light thing in my ear, and then using the stethoscope to listen to just how raspy (and laboured from the walk to the doctors surgery) my breathing was; he then decided to take my temperature. It was nearly 40 degrees! That is bad! He even had to admit it! YAY validation! He was actually starting to show concern for me. He asked if I was feeling hot, I told him I couldn’t really feel anything. He asked me if I was keeping my fluids up, I told him I drank a bottle of Mountain Dew. He kindly ignored this; after all we were making such progress with our relationship, and said I should probably drink some PowerAide or something, less my insides all melt and fuse together from internal overheating or something gross like that. Then we started getting along really well. We were talking politics and life decisions and weekend plans, though my contribution to that conversation was lacking, as I had just been instructed that I must continue to bed rest for the rest of the weekend.
Bed rest sound so insanely dull, doesn’t it? That’s what I thought too. Until one of my friends sent me a link to this blog! http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ This is hands down the best entertainment I could have hoped for! I read it all the way to the very end! And then I completed something of a quest, not unlike something Harry Potter would have to undertake, to get to the B-Sides blog (and no, I am not going to give you the link or the answer to the question, you deserve a Harry Potter type quest too!) I’m not the sort of person to laugh out loud when I am alone. This blog really did make me lolz! I love that she’s so openly self depreciating! It’s refreshing and honest! I find on a lot of blogs, because you can be whoever you want to be, people often try so hard to be intimidatingly cool. Like being cool on a blog makes up for the fact that you were never cool in high school, with their superior knowledge of what ever they choose to blog about. But this lady tells you everything exactly how it is, and is even funnier for doing so!
The only other comfort in my time of sickness is that Joanna Newsom has made a song that perfectly describes how I am feeling. And it’s pretty! And lists 3 of my favourite fruits! Enjoy!
(Joanna Newsom - Peach Plum Pear)
the weekend bliss tag is in an ironic way, just want to clear that one up for you!
Last weekend one of my nearest and dearest friends and I were having a particularly bad time in our respective cities. We both shared the unexplainable upset and melancholy with each other and texted our way thought it.
After having a good cry, I decided to cheer myself up by looking for pretty images on FFFFound and I came across this image.
Ok, so it's not pretty, actually its a little dark but it’s interesting to me, because, sometimes, this is how I feel (other than the very last line in italics, that’s a little too teen angst for me. If I had any sort of photo editing skills I might attempt to remove it.), especially when things are horrible in one part of my life. It doesn’t seem to matter that things are going brilliantly in any other part of my life, as soon as something bad happens in one part of my life, I get tunnel vision and want to flee away, or simply not exist! Usually I recover from this by burying my head under the covers until it’s absolutely necessary to leave the house, like to go to my day job. And by then I and usually appreciate the simple things in life again, like the sun raising while I walk to the train station in the morning or the fresh smell of the cold night air as I walk home the train a night.
I don’t think people like to own their bad feeling too much, it seems to be something the most people are ashamed of. I am too, for the most part, but when I read that image I realised that if we talked about it out like my friend and I did over the weekend then maybe things would seems a little lighter a little sooner.
And, just so you know, my nearest and dearest friend and I both got very good news this week, so things are looking up!
(Yeah... the balloons are a little too much for me too)
The only real constant in my wardrobe are my black tights. I will wear them all year round; in the heights of summer and the depths of winter. I just love them so much! I think black tights finish off any look.
However, I will say this (once and that will be all I have to say on the topic) TIGHTS ARE NOT PANTS!!!!
My two top picks for fantiastic black tights are American Apparel and Metalicus. Both are around about the same price, the only real difference is that Metalicus is redily available where I live and I have to internet order, or wait until I head out of town for the American Apparel ones.
SO… I talk about a lot of things I want in my life, on here and to my friends in real life! Its rather bad! I love owning things! I don’t think a single day goes by that I don’t actually buy something, even if it’s just gum… though I’m rather off gum since that scene from Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist. Do you know the one I’m talking about? I won’t share it if you don’t know it, but trust me, you would be off your gum too!
Back to the acquiring things thing, goodness I have been busy! I am now the proud owner of the perfect record player (previousely mentioned here, though not the actually record player pictured BECAUSE URBAN OUTFITTER WONT SHIP IT TO ME!!!!). The perfect coffee table (previously mentioned here, though not the SATC coffee table, this one is far more special and my heart smiles every time I walk thought the door and see it!). And most recently, a fringe (previously mentioned here, though it’s no as Alison Mosshart as I would have liked, it is growing on me)
Next on the list to have and to hold and to call me very own is the Marc Jacob watch (mentioned in the same post as the record player ). I order it tomorrow and believe me, tomorrow can not come soon enough! Along with my watch, I am also ordering some vinyls and bits and bobs from Urban Outfitters.
(for the love of God, someone please ask me the time)
