Monday, February 24, 2014

it's just a jump to the left

Sorry for not blogging in forever, my best friend came down to visit me for a week and I barely had time to write anything  Anyway, so last saturday night/sunday morning (at midnight), I went to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show in a theatre with my dad and my best friend. It's one of those cult films where you can yell and throw things according to scenes, like whenever someone said Brad Majors in the film, the whole room would exclaim asshole. During the first song "There's a Light", people squirted water, covered themselves with newspapers and took out phones, lighters and flashlights. There was also a cast acting out the movie on stage and in the rows but not 100% accurately so they could make new jokes and whatnot. For example, live-cast version of Frank-N-Furter pulled a trumpet out of Brad's butt which, as weird as the movie is, doesn't actually happen in the original. I wore a black lace t-shirt, my lip leggings, my combat boots and a leather jacket and my best friend wore black high waisted velvet sailor shorts, my skeleton tank, fishnets, her heeled combat boots and her uni jacket.


Saturday, February 15, 2014

i was a visitor everywhere else

Happy belated Valentine's Day! Of course, I went to a movie about true love with my best friend along with a theatre full of other girls doing the exact same as we were. I did however "rebel" against love with my outfit.


overalls: forever 21; top: urban outfitters; moccasins: ross

It was really hard to figure out what to wear with the overalls, which by the way are super comfy.



I love these overalls but depending on what I wear with them, they make me look like a) a school girl or b) a worker so I picked this black crop top with little dancing skeletons on it and my moccasins. I also wore a black bowler hat from H&M that I absolutely love and wear with basically everything.


How was your Valentine's Day? Did you have a Valentine? What did you do and wear?

Thursday, February 13, 2014

vanity and clarity

I’m finally over you and your stupid blond hair
And your I-don’t-care
Attitude.
I’m finally over your funny sense of humour 
And how easily you put me down.
You complain and complain —
Your life’s like a Taylor Swift song —
But it’s all in vain.

You’re vain.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

two published poets



YOU GUYS, LOOK WHAT CAME IN THE MAIL TODAY!!!! IT'S THE CHAPBOOK I ORDERED A WHILE BACK!!! ALSO I AM OFFICIALLY A PUBLISHED POET!!! (yes, caps & exclamation marks are needed!) 

         
Here's where you can find my published poem: The Wandering
      
I'm still freaking out about the fact that my poem, something that wrote was good enough to be on The Wandering and that people will be reading it!!!! It's such a rush and I just... wow, I'm so proud and amazed. I'm still grinning madly from ear to ear and mouthing ohmygod every five seconds. 

Monday, February 10, 2014

n-eye-ke

This week's AP Studio Art assignment was to redesign a known logo and it has to have at least two colours. My friend gave me a great idea: turn the nike checkmark into an eyebrow. I started to draw an eye in black and white:



Then I photocopied it and added colour and the checkmark to it to see what it would look like:



Then I added colour and the checkmark to the original black and white one:


Sunday, February 9, 2014

i'm a woman. i can be as contrary as i choose.

Formal was friday night and I love dressing up so I absolutely need to share my outfit! It makes me feel like a time traveler. To me, it looks like it could be from the late 1910s, early 20s, 30s or even 90s. 
jacket: sample sale; dress: urban outfitters; heels: payless shoe source

Not only did I feel like myself, but I also felt like I was channeling my inner Lady EdithLady Sybil and Lady Mary from Downton Abbey. 

The dress is black velvet with a tiny turtleneck and the heels are small, black oxfords with laces. The jacket goes to about my waist and has some leather on the shoulders and arms. 

The formal was absurdly lovely, everyone looked marvelous and we all danced until our feet ached!

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

license to kill (or drive)

On saturday I had my first driving lesson and while I was incredibly nervous at first, I'm apparently a fast-learner and a cautious and safe driver. Strangely enough, people were right about some driving skills coming somewhat naturally like turning the wheel ever so slightly. I think I drove for about an hour and a half or two which was splendid and I can't wait to drive again! I drove by a twelve or thirteen year old girl and basically felt like the coolest, most in-control teenager ever as she looked at me enviously. Before i went back to thinking "blinker on, hand over hand, slow down, little bit of gas", I did a mental head nod and "aw yeaaaaaah." When I told my mom this, she immediately thought of this scene from Modern Family, which pretty much sums up my experience (sorry about the quality, it's the best I could find): 








Tuesday, February 4, 2014

wait for fate

We sit and wait
For years, to wake;
For fate to state
That we should take 
A stand against this fate
That makes tears roll down
All the way damn down
Our soggy little pink cheeks.

Monday, February 3, 2014

11 flawless books

- The Program by Suzanne Young 
- Impulse by Ellen Hopkins
- Looking For Alaska by John Green
- How To Be a Canadian by Will & Ian Ferguson
- Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

- My Life Next Door by Huntley Fitzpatrick

- Beautiful Disaster by Jamie McGuire

- Walking Disaster (sequel to BD) by Jamie McGuire

It's Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini

- The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

- The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

Sunday, February 2, 2014

revenge

A single tear fell,
You could tell.
I know

You could tell.
But that didn't keep you from breaking my heart,

Smashing it on the ground,

Shattering it into a million little pieces,

Setting fire to it,

And then dancing around the flames.


You even put the ashes on the mantlepiece

To remind yourself of the day you broke me;

The day you ripped me apart.


That wasn't very smart.