lighter conversation

We Are The City - "That's It That's All"

All my friends get along with the idea of growing up. All my friends, makeup on, it's Friday night. All my friends can't get along with the idea of growing old.


I'm feeling good. I'll say the least, my friends are not so cool these days. Keith, Cam, and Ash. Bobby, Matt and Joan. Chris, Cait, Jess. Look, see I'm not alone!


That's it, that's all!

Is it weird that as you get older, you start to realize that there are increasingly more ways to explain your emotions and less and less people to listen to them. And you start to normalize your life by telling stories, maybe through Twitter or even Facebook statuses even though nobody really wants to hear it.

Maybe that's why we all turn to art and pursue interests that aren't critical to our survival -- but are damn important for our ultimate happiness and quality of life.

We want others to fervently follow our every whim and choice and discovery but also push people away to preserve a sense of mystery. We talk about ourselves in vague, abstract ways during the large insignificant portions of our lives and then blatantly blurt out our most innermost arcana during those small moments that make us who we are.

That is why we are human.


Now onto lighter conversation, what should I do about my hair? And also, when will I organize my shoes...? I can't even remember how many pairs I have because I haven't seen most of my shoes since moving back home...

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"Lids" cover (finally) & a Mean Girls reference

TANK and SUNGLASSES H&M / DENIM BLOUSE Walmart / SHORTS Urban Planet and DIY'd / GARTER La Vie En Rose / THIGH HIGHS eBay / BAG and BOOTS thrifted

Uptown Live! with my good friend Vrindy a.k.a. "my name isn't Wendy or Brittney" today. It was way too hot, and we were both way too tired. Vrindy ran the Relay for Life from last night to the wee hours of the morning and I worked a 10-hour shift yesterday. Her circumstance is way worse hahah. She sat on the ground freezing her butt off because nobody brought her blankets. Life Lesson: bring blankets at all times.

Hey look it's The Zolas.

Hey look it's a cover of "Lids" by Lotus Child a.k.a. The Zolas. (Sorry for the... month long wait. I still don't like how I sound 'cause it's pretty high in some parts T_T)

Hey look it's... whatever the heck this is.


And so concludes the gigantic post to make up for lack of regular posts.

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VALUE VILLAGE HAUL III

This post is comprised of a quick haul video, and some photos of SoKo. Sorry for not posting as often as I usually do! This week has been super busy for me.

Also, I just got a cashier position at (you guessed it) a local sushi place. Man... Am I in love with sushi or what? After working at the UBC Honour Roll, being cashier at this new place is a breeze. And I get paid 75 cents more now since the minimum wage has increased. Hooray.

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I should really get started on reading the EOSC 114 notes... Argh, stupid summer course for science credits. Grumble grumble.

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would you jump in the lake to reach me

DENIM VEST F21 / SWEATER and BACKPACK H&M / SHORTS Urban Planet / SOCKS Claire's / CREEPERS eBay / FEDORA Vancouver Blogger Sale

Good day today. No need to muster up courage to converse with strangers. In strangers, I will stay true to myself. Can you promise yourself that too? We shall solemnly swear that we are who we are. And guess what, I love that. You are amazing. Do something good.

"Vodka" by The Teenagers

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you've been acting awful tough lately (Marina & The Diamonds COVER)

TEE Urban Planet (men's) / FISHNET Walmart / PLATFORM SNEAKERS eBay / SUNGLASSES Urban Outfitters / BACKPACK & FLANNEL thrifted

I think the reason I blog is the same reason for my having Facebook... Just another less-than-realistic social environment where I can give the impression of being better off in appearance, status, and/or personality. I'm pretty narcissistic, see.

I don't look like this all the time obviously. I don't sleep with a face of makeup on, my hair somewhat clean and mess-free, in platform sneakers or JC Litas. I sleep in big baggy tshirts and underwear of some kind, like normal people (note: my definition of 'normal' may not be exactly like yours), and sometimes there may be indescribable substances in my hair, and sometimes there may not be. Without makeup, my clothing, my shoes... I'm unrecognizable.

I think that's why I chose to get this tattoo last year. It's permanent, never changes, and no matter what I wear or put on my body -- to cover it or expose it -- it is always there. Nobody needs to know, but it is there. If everybody can see it, I don't care. It's still mine. Mine only.

I don't wear makeup to look good for anyone else. I don't dress the way I do to impress anyone else. But it can all be misconstrued as such. A tattoo is different. And somehow, this ink tells more about who I am than my own verbose explanations.

Anyway, enough with the mindless pondering. I recorded a cover today but it's not a Zolas song at all, sorry guys! Still working out Lids. But this is "I Am Not A Robot" by Marina & The Diamonds.

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bad habits

BUSTIER F21 / SUNGLASSES H&M / PLEATHER JACKET Urban Behaviour / FISHNET TIGHTS Walmart / BOOTS, BACKPACK, FLANNEL thrifted

Currently in the process of learning "Lids" by Lotus Child/The Zolas by ear and it's pretty difficult for someone who's not musically gifted, okay. You better watch out for my cover in the next week.

Look at the flab around my tummy. Say "good bye flabby tummy" to my tummy. I'm doing ab exercises and running around the neighbourhood to make up for my junk diet and smoking.

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