De-motivation

Have you realized that the word demotivation almost has the word "demon" in it? Pretty rad, huh?
So I'm having one of those days, where my motivation and good mood has seeped out my ears and down the heating vents. Why do they always conspire against me? Together? (or is that redundant...) I'm wearing my pink shoes and striped socks which totally don't match. I have exhausted facebook and my blogspot feed for possible entertainment and distraction. Third on the list, (which I hardly have to resort to, mind you, this is for dire needs only) is MLIA.
So, if this site is an accurate representation of teenage interests, that would be really neat, cause then I could pretend like I am more in touch with pop culture than I actually am. If this is correct, teenagers today are interested in: Twilight, Transformers, Harry Potter, Batman, and hating Miley Cyrus. I have seen at least one of all the above movies, including several episodes of Hannah Montana (yeah, that's right). I'm still cool. This is good news.
Now I feel adequately courageous to turn in my prospectus.

Cite This

Yesterday I wore two different deodorants, one on each armpit. I ran out of mine, and as if that weren't enough, the cartridge broke and got stuck in the stick and long story short I wore Matt's on the other armpit and went around confused all day whenever I got a whiff of it cause I smelled like a man.

And today, IIIIII wanna know: have you ever seen the ...snow? coming down on a sunny day? Cause I totally have, and I wanted to sing that song all day long! It was pretty much magical.

And That's All I Have to Say About That

You know what I thought about war? It's all an abuse of power. Holy war, just war, I don't wanna hear it. I think it's just plain stupid.
Think of it this way. Say you argue with your girlfriend/boyfriend. Instead of talking it over, working it out, either just between the two of you or with a counselor, you get all your friends to beat up her friends and family, your friends who know how to shoot guns to shoot his/her friends and family, and your friends who know how to make bombs to drop them on his/her friends, and family. And home. And everything to make her say, "Ok, you were right." Or, at least, "I will pretend you are right, because I have lost too much."
Is this okay?
No, it's stupid, right?
Is this a fair comparison? Of course.
What are kings and presidents but human beings? They are just human beings with power. And they abuse it.
Sad, isn't it?
Sorry, I don't mean to be depressing.
But this is so true! And you're thinking, yeah, but politicians can't just "talk things over."
Well...
So I know a lot of people hate Reagan. But for some reason, I ended up doing a report about him in high school. Did you know he and Gorbachev "talked things over," thus preventing the Cold War from escalating into bloodshed? Isn't this amazing?
Shouldn't this not be amazing? Shouldn't this be, I dunno, common sense?

And this be the hippie in me.

Recycle what?

Have you ever wondered why the Recycling Bin on your desktop is called a Recycling Bin? I mean, what do we recycle? Do our old essays and blurry pictures and lolcats really get turned into something else after we delete them? I always thought that when I deleted stuff the old files just disappeared into oblivion, but apparently I'm wrong. The pixels from blurry pictures get channeled back to t3h Interwebs or Adobe Photoshop and are regrouped into a magnificent new picture that boasts "100% recycled material," right?
No, seriously, why have I never noticed this before? What is this desktop recycling business all about?

Bangs

Confession: I love bangs.
Short bangs, long bangs, side-swept bangs, pretty much every kind except for the 80's poof kind.
But tragedy - I can't pull them off! I mean, I look ok, but my greasy skin and aversion to showering in the mornings does not mesh well with little bits of hair hanging over my forehead. My bangs would absorb all the grease from my forehead and get all clumpy and oily and it was not pretty.
It's true, I still think about getting bangs from time to time. But don't worry, I restrain myself.

I think it's about time I honored some good wearers of bangs, don't you?

Exhibit A: Mana

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Mana was pretty much the reason I took scissors to my hair the summer after middle school - I wanted to look like this. So, of course I am sentimentally attached to this kind of bangs. Looks really good with gothic styles and outfits, if you ask me!


Exhibit B: Zooey Deschanel

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So I watched the movie Yes Man and fell in love with Zooey's bangs. It probably helps that she's adorable, too.

Exhibit C: Audrey Hepburn

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I think Audrey Hepburn is the most Win when it comes to bangs. These extremely short bangs would make anyone else look ridiculous, but she makes it look classy, as with everything else she does. Absolutely amazing. Go Audrey!

Anticipation and 21

Yesterday was my 21st birthday.
To the right is the outfit I wore.
I realize I am a sucker for cloth flowers, especially cloth roses, on dresses. (see them? at the bottom? :D)
I remember going wedding dress shopping and really liking a dress I found with two white cloth roses on the hips. The lady helping me said, "You can take the flowers off if you want," but the flowers were my favorite part! I know it can look kinda tacky, but I love it. I'm in love with tacky cloth roses.

I opened presents in the car on the way to school, cause I always sleep in and almost make us late but I really wanted to open presents still. New pretty socks and a Versailles CD! Doesn't get much better than that. :)

Then I spent all night taking a test and failing miserably, after which we went out to dinner to try and cheer me up. Anyways, let's not talk about it... >_>

Today I found out that I actually graduate this December, and not next April, like I had assumed.
I spent the morning freaking out.

This December! 2010!
I'm still kind of freaking out, but excited. I can actually do things I like then! I can just read a book about Greek history instead of paying money to get tested on it!

Anticipation: December.

Study Skills 101

So I bring my kneaded rubber eraser with me to school. It makes me feel artsy. It also functions as my personal stress reliever.

Sometimes I use it for sculpting, too.

The harpoon-master!

I have such good study skills. I know.

(photos courtesy of my phone)