grrrrrrrrrrr(e)

Meet my new BFF. I thought I was done with the ETS after it whipped me into submission in high school with roughly ten AP tests and multiple SAT sittings, however I was wrong. Even though I managed to dominate last time, I'm really wary about this round of tests. Maybe it's the lack of ridiculously overpriced test prep courses, the fact that I really am in this one alone, or the scary 'gre gnome' (princeton review's term, not mine) which is controlling my fate inside the computer---but something just isn't clicking this time. In any case I've spent the past three days at borders (I'm that broody chick alone in the corner with my really big book, only instead of Hemmingway it has a creepy Asian girl on the cover) and have written so many vocabulary flashcards my right hand has slowly become a very unattractive claw, which makes typing this extremely difficult.

The crazy thing? This is self-elected. If only I was content being a bag lady.

i came here to make you dance tonight.

Thumbs up for bowling. My fabulous weekend plans were, yes, happy hour bowling with a bunch of people who think I've reached my prime at the tender age of 21. I should clarify, I didn't actually bowl (I tried and ended up with a whopping score of 25.) ---I had the boys bowl nonstop strikes for me and lower scores for themselves. It was pretty exciting.




















What was less exciting, however, was the fact that they decided to give me kiddie shoes and the dying watermelon color scheme. Oh well, you win some you lose some I guess.

california in the summer <3

Things I've done in the past few days:






















1. Watched Crossroads. Two hours of my life I'll never get back, and really I'm okay with that. Must always remind myself that pre K-fed Britney Spears was a goddess.





















2. Completely re-organized my bookshelf. I finally parted with +100 books that at one time were held near and dear to my heart and was able to shelve all of my Harry Potters (which used to sit in a stack about as tall as me next to my dresser.) and various other books which have been in drawers/under my bed/gone fishing...you get the picture. Call me a nerd, but at least my literary realms reach beyond 'The Cat in the Hat."
















3. Met Bob the Builder. It was love. Don't tell Robin.





















4. Acquired a sweet new ride, which was swiftly taken away.














5. Went vintage shopping on Melrose where I realized boys clothes are much cuter than girls clothes (which makes me wonder why more boys don't dress better because, really, they should.), no matter how hard I try I can't make a mens Ben Sherman sweater fit like a cute sweater dress, and even though $15o is an amazing price for a Marc Jacobs bag it's really not if you're just not that into it. I also almost bought a newsstand. Then I realized I'd have nowhere to keep it.

I've rounded off every night watching too many episodes of scrubs and falling asleep in ways that put funny dents in my face in the morning. This is the good life, don't knock it till you've tried it.

slammin'.

After this week's encounter with a scene concert (see below) plus my slightly elevated status as a more legit fashionista I've decided a major style overhaul is in order.





















Figure one: The lead singer of paramore. Her shirt, I loved (it had fantastic yellow lacing detail up the sides.) The straw textured red hair, not so much. The fact that her and her bandmates mastered the art of synchronized head banging for almost an entire set will continue to amaze me for years to come.

The concert brought in scene kids in all shapes and sizes, wearing colored skinny jeans, overly patterned tees, 'riot' hoodies, and (even better if you ask me) 'riot' cardigans. Mr. Rogers would not have been pleased. I told my sister I'd never seen so many scene kids in one place before. She looked at me like I was crazy.

In any case, I've decided to steal the best of the scene-kid look. And by the best I mean the boys clothes. (I'd say mens, but really who are we kidding?)





















Figure two: My new fashion icon. Only I'll look better in the clothes because they actually come from the women's department.

Bring on the over-sized v-necks, second-skin fitting jeans, pin-stripe vests, high top converse, and, best of all, the fedoras. (!!!) Let's rock and roll, baby.