d i s a s t e r p i e c e

hecate

lovesliterati — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 04:51:46 +0000

Last week my mom was out of town which meant I had the house to myself during the daytimes. I went out / socialized every single day. The week basically consisted of:

Des, Flemilyoyo, & Tiff
Liezl
daydrinking with both parties
nonstop compliments
playgrounds
countless cigarettes
iPhone pictures
Dance Central 2
yogurt
Temple Run
being angry at mallpeople
sandwich shops
kissing
couches
laying in grass
Soul Calibur IV
constantly looking for keys
watching videos
inconsequential pranks
hugging AJ for long periods of time
walking
exclaiming “balls”
Myq Kaplan
faxing shit
driving recklessly
almost doing the splits
neglecting my laptop
blasting black people music windows down
receiving / finding cash
an awkward movie to pass the time
glorious sleep
lots of laughter

That’s all I can think of. A lot more activity than I’m used to these days, and probably more than I’m going to get since school starts in a few days. I’m surprisingly more we’ll-see than anxious about school, I’m not overly prepared but I’m feeling pretty optimistic about it.

P.S. I’ve also since turned 18, which beforehand I imagined would be really exciting and I would do everything I was basically allowed to do the second I turned, but that didn’t happen. I’m not that bummed though seeing as it’s not like hookah lounging, skydiving, clubbing, getting my tattoos / piercings, purchasing cigarettes myself etc. are really going anywhere, and it’s nice to have options. But I did get my industrial thanks to and with Liezl, so that’s a step in the right direction.

~~Potential~~ decent-to-good days to follow - L.

lox ee tan

lovesliterati — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 19:08:32 +0000

nü yr

lovesliterati — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 05:47:00 +0000

I spent New Year’s Eve with Desiree, Tiffany, Emilio, AJ, and Marjorie. We all dressed up and I must say we’re a fabulously good-looking bunch. I wore a ridic sparkly pink and yellow dress that was almost as long as my upper-thigh-length black trench, my favorite Steve Madden mary jane wedges, and a black smokey eye. The rest of the night was pretty simple but utterly enjoyable. We had dinner and dessert at Chili’s, Desiree and I covertly (but not really since the whole group had just discussed this) asked some waiter to sing happy birthday to Marjorie. Afterwards we checked to see if Target was open so we could buy Apples to Apples (it was closed). Then we proceeded to Tiffany’s then Desiree’s where various fun / cuteness / ridiculousness ensued.

But anyway, I’m happy to say that I spent the night with some people I really care about / are there for me. It was especially comforting because I’ve decided that this new year is not going to be wasted on anything or anyone that doesn’t matter, which one would think is an obvious outlook but is definitely not one I’ve been practicing. I do sort of have resolutions but I don’t want to pressure myself too much by calling them that… let’s just say I’ve got a good feeling and so far, the motivation and support to keep it that way.

what time is it?

lovesliterati — Sat, 24 Dec 2011 15:32:39 +0000

I’m trying to get into tea.

lovesliterati — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 05:46:24 +0000

Tea balls and complex loose-leaf blends and pots and tins and many things are involved. We shall see.

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry

lovesliterati — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 06:45:46 +0000

Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh,
Let’s all get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me fuck you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words
This is the last time
Cuz you and I, we were born to die

party hard

lovesliterati — Sun, 18 Dec 2011 07:43:49 +0000

Last night was fun. It was Paul’s 21st birthday and the last day of finals for my first semester of college → plenty of reason to celebrate. There aren’t too many pictures to document it, but maybe it’s for the best haha. Here’s one though, of Liezl and I, and some guy she said was ugly but warm. (She’s the one who Tinky-fied his face. -_-)

dead week

lovesliterati — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 06:36:21 +0000

It is my dead week. Is it my fault no one recognizes this? I have been fucking up priorities left and right and have a sociology final tomorrow that I am just starting to study for right now. I am vowing to rid my mind of almost everything I’ve been worrying about and knock out these three remaining finals (one per day leading up to the last day of all campus finals). Starting right now (at the latest tomorrow morning) my priorities will be to study, do the reading work for my next final (French), prepare notecards and do practice tests for the one after that (math). Interspersed can be duties at home while my mom’s away, cleaning the house, giving the dog a bath, devoting time to walks / park for the dog, eating regularly, and cleaning my room. Only after all that will I even think about thinking about the party on Friday night. It’s consumed too much time already and it hasn’t even happened yet. That will be the reward / celebration for the official end of my first semester at college.

Oh plus this five minute blog to remind myself what to do. And, now!

fellow girls, help.

lovesliterati — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 03:22:24 +0000

What do you people use to store earrings? I’ve never had a need for such a thing before. Before the other day when I bought a bunch of earrings that is… in the realistic and delicious renderings of ice cream cones, snow cones, fudgcicles, popsicles, cupcakes, and sprinkle donuts. Oh yes. And other, ~~non-dessert~~ zero-calorie earrings as well, roses and studs and whatnot.

So, are these little bowl-things useful? Or do the earrings just get jumbled and slide out? What about these ugly fence things with the mesh holes? I don’t know things.

driving around in pajamas, beanies, and hipster glasses

lovesliterati — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 03:15:10 +0000

It smells like Marshmallow Fireside in my car and there is an accidental onion ring in my fries, and who eats underwear these days anyway?