Happy Holidays

I am almost positive that nobody reads my blog, but just in case there is a plethora of people of every minority who read my blog excessively, happy Christmahannukwanzadan! (I'm pretty sure that I didn't leave anyone out there due to the fact that Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, and Ramadan are all represented in there) I hope all your endeavors are successful this season. HAHA who the fuck am i kidding here... uhhh have a good one and make 2011 a FUCKING FANTASTIC YEAR! =) my apologies that I swear like a sailor. Huzzah...

I'm going to try the whole "reinvent yourself" in the new year. I'm going to try out the whole vegetarian thing and red lipstick is going to be my make-up staple... you know the whole Madonna thanggg, but not really.

Kewl, You Hired the Exorcist!

I adore making these monochromatic sketches. They are the peanut butter to my jelly. I should probably start making a portfolio of sketches, but then again I don't want to take things that provide me with so much fun and leisure and that are totally casual and start turning them into something organized and business like and serious. Gahhhh internal conflicts.

Brought to you by the Exorcist, Easy Bake Ovens, and the letter "E"!

I have salt in my eyes....

I feel like shit right now. Here's a new sketch. Enjoy it you lint lickerssssss

It kind of looks like something a mid-20's, slutty, martini loving version of Hermione Granger would wear. But that's just me.... Expecto Petronum!

Brought to you by Hermione, Hoes (not the gardening tool), and the letter "H"!

And the 5th Little Piggy Said STFU I'M OUTTA HERE

The title has no correlation whatsoever to what I intend to blog about. I realized that my blog is kinda shitty and that nobody really wants to hear all the nonsense and thoughts and concerns on fashion and style and what like and think is coo, etc. Then I had to think about who I was here to please. Some people have the motto of "the customer is always right". Those people are dip-shits. Just because the customer is spending their own money on your damn products doesn't mean you have to give up your sanity just to squeeze every last cent out of their wallet into your grimy, greedy hands. I'm a very strong willed person and what it really boils down to for me is what will make me happy in the end and what will prevent me from having regrets about what I shoulda, coulda, woulda done. I love my all of my fabulous fackin 4 followers, (Can I get a woot- yea naw, let's just be happy and not get too carried away) but in the end I'm blogging for my own personal sanity and mental equilibrium. I do want my blog to be popular but I want people to like the content on my blog that I enjoy writing, instead of the BS that I have been trying to forge. Not everything is BS, but from now on it's about to get a lot more real up in hurrrr.

-Yea, I'm adding a photo too, for shits and giggles.

And I drew that. In biology... while we were learning about... osmosis? Bahh, who the fack knows. K well her name's Daphne.

BYE

Take a Peep, Biznitch!

My.... well I wouldn't really refer to them as designs. Hmm... let's call them sketches! Two of them I "designed" or sketched, and the other one was an interpretation in ball point pen of twiggy. Kewwwwwwwwl. They're for a class I'm taking called costume and make-up design. It's oodles of fun! I am highly considering costuming as my future career-path... But as of now I want my future to be pretty much unplanned. Anyways, back to the drawings... I've never shared anything I've drawn with anyone, really, therefore I don't expect you to love them. Hell- nobody is even going to look at these... so I HOPE YOU ADORREEEE WHAT I HAVE CONCOCTED MY DUMPLINGSSSS!

Perriot (A character from Aria Di Capo)

Twiggy!

A sliver of something...

Thanksssssssss

Falling In Love...

I just fell in love...

over...
and over...
and over....
and over again. Fashion has a tight hold on my heart. And I bet a Zac Posen dress won't break my heart like some fucking immature douche bag who think with his fucking dick instead of his brain.... And with that I will be blogging later on!

Get excited for my next post. It will be FANTASTIC! (Yes, I do realize I am pretty much talking to myself)

Wild Rumpuses And Such

It's 11:10 p.m. on a school night. OH MY GOSH... I love homework. Haha wait- biggest lie I've ever told. My eye lids are growing progressively heavier as I continue to write this but I guess blogging is worth it... or will be worth it.

My current crisis is trying to find a homecoming dress. Correction: Trying to find the perfect homecoming dress. My issue is being too formal, or too casual as well as looking too conservative or too slutty. Catch my drift? There are about 4 dresses that I am torn between and I will post them all and then perhaps by some incredible force of nature a kind soul may comment telling me which one they like the most.

This is from Modcloth.com , I'm a little iffy about the color, but the silhouette is gorgeous

BB Dakota from Urban Oufitters, the front is plan and the neckline falls on the collarbone therefore looks boring and conservative from the front, ruining photo ops

Modcloth.com - I adored this dress. It suits my style perfectly and it looks like a very flattering garment. Then, dun dun dun.... I checked the product info. It's 100% polyester. I feel like I might look like a hooker

Finally from fredflare.com I think this might be the dress I end up ordering just because it was the first dress I found. It seems as if it were fate since I was looking for a black and white dress and I just so happened to stumble upon this. I'm not sure If it will look amazing and edgy, or if it will look busy and cheap.

As you can conclude from my frantic comments about each dress, I am in desperate need for advice. Normally it is me doling out the device to "you", whomever that really is, but in this situation it is I who is the desperate wench. If you have a heart how about you comment on this telling me your opinion? Actually if you just comment period. I don't even care what you say. The fact that somebody took about 4 seconds to do so would make me giddy. Really, it would. Hint hint...