yo jesus it's your birthday
we gonna party like it's your birthday
we gonna sip barcadi like it's your birthday
and you know...
I hope you guys all have a merry licious Christmas and get everything your heart is aching over:)
Top 5s are a thing I do now. Not because I read High Fidelity or anything. Well, maybe a little because I read High Fidelity. ANYWHO, this very first list is entitled 5 Beautiful Gentlemen Who I Cyberstalk and Create Lists About Whenever I Have 30 Minutes, or so, Lying Around.
Sometimes I think/hope Abby and Ilana have stalked me and made a 3minute short of my life. In any case, you should really get these girls into yours. Hmmm... and by 'yours' I meant 'your life' but I suppose the word following yours could be anything ;) Anyway, if you hate fun then you probably won't like Broad City is all.
via Oh Mandie @ Flickr
hummingbird- born ruffians
a) survive a camping trip.
b) fly a kite.
c) be pro at sewing.
d) watch 15+ new movies.
e) read 5+ new books.
f) learn french with hannah and be hot.
g) finish holiday homework bleh.
h) convince dad to paint the shed blue.
i) paint the shed blue.
j) cut my hair.
k) make a ridiculous art-house film.
l) buy a legit pencil case.
m) raise tadpoles.
n) go to a drive in.
o) eat lotsa frozen yoghurt.
p) learn more songs on the ukulele.
q) finish Banjo Kazooie.
r) draw something/anything everyday.
s) use up 4 rolls of film.
t) hi-five everyone i talk to.
u) learn to juggle.
v) write to Hobbs, Sarah and Carter.
w) be an okay person, ya'know...
x) wear a cape like a BAMF.
y) go to the zoo.
z) get (temp) tatts and eat kids.
z) walk round town with my own b/g music.
z) AND wear sunscreen always.
How have you all been? Oh, and to those in Australia, how weird has the weather been?!!
HOWDY-DOODY DEARS, how are you? Summer holidays are in full swing and they've been pretty great. Anyway, the wonderful Ella of reve de la mode has given me an "i love your blog" prize... awww shucks:)
Why did you create the blog?
I just heard this is how kids do it nowadays hardy-harr. No, actually, I think it was a mixture of reasons involving boredom, ego, love of writing and an unhealthy obsession with documentation.
What kinds of blogs do you follow?
...the best blogs, not that I'm an authority on it or anything. More specifically, blogs that have a genuine voice which leave the reader feeling a bit more awesome and/or wiser for having visited. Bloggers who can laugh at themselves and other people (in honest good taste!) are also instantly stalked.
Favourite makeup brand?
I don't really wear makeup on a day-to-day basis because I am a lazy and unemployed student but of the brands I've experimented with, Lancôme stands out.
Favourite clothing brand?
Romance Was Born, Comme de Garcons, Galliano, Rodarte, McQueen, Band of Outsiders and Marc Jacobs are amongst the list of labels that I would kill an earthworm for.
Your indispensable makeup product?
Lucas Paw Paw Ointment is amazing; it cures chapped lips, insect bites, burns, cuts and thrush. Sunscreen is also amazing- never ever go without it folks.
Your favourite colour?
Orange.
Your favourite film?
Hmmm.... that's a tricky question which I cannot give you a wholehearted answer for, sorry. Today, however, my fleeting love is for Dirty Dancing- as corny and sad as that sounds.
What country would you like to visit and why?
I would love to visit India for the colourful culture, and to go on one of those spiritual journeys in which the person comes out completely enlightened and able to float in mid-air. once I've saved up more pennies, I'm going to India and finding a cow to become my home-girl.
Make the last question and answer to yourself: favourite monster?
Three way tie between the kraken, squonk and mermaid.
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A series of pictures and a collection of songs that my life should try to emulate because they're pretty and everything IRL is a little bit ugly right now. Sorry, reality.
“It was the weird area where you’re definitely not cool but you’re in this other category — you go to punk shows but you study and do your homework; you don’t go all the way, you don’t smash your mom’s favorite things. It’s the weird dichotomy of wearing khakis at a punk show and drawing anarchy symbols on your desk.” -Kip Berman on being a 17-year-old
It was my birthday on Sunday and it was really really really great. I woke up to a freakin smörgåsbord and some truly gorgeous cards. The family and I then spent the rest of the day doing a 10km hike, then they let me cruise/speed them around, what I like to call, wine country. I hope you guys had the best of ultimate binary dates yourself:)
Has anyone ever realised how incredibly intimidiating the game 'marco polo' is? I've come to the conclusion this game was originally a form of cult/fraternity initiation or cheap entertainment in the Ganges. Think about it. You're blindfolded and then made to wade around like a desperate, unsuccessful mugger or something whilst people throw eggs and shout obscenities like "hey Bessie". When you finally manage to capture someone you have to touch their face and dear god you hope it's not the lake monster or Jonathan Rhys Meyers (like in your nightmares) although you know this is moderately unlikely; you guess these names anyway and are wrong and the tormenting cycle continues.
...other than this, there isn't much else to complain about. I hope your days have been as sunny and delicious and um, inspiring, as spring holidays, frozen sara-lees, bike rides, swishy-haired people, this song and this song and disposable cameras. Oakey-doakey and happy Tuesday my loves.
p.s. has everyone bitter moved to tumblr and if not, drop me a line please:)
I drew these two in Year 9, have I ever introduced you to them? On your left is Carmen and on the right is Sabine. They are twin mimes conjoined at the hands who were found at 3 months old in a picnic basket aside the Île de Ré Bridge. At twelve they escaped their foster home and ran away to join the circus. They do not speak, their bird Beau does so for them. Carmen likes woollen hosiery and balloons. Sabine likes 'The Students' and boiled eggs.
Jacques-Yves Cousteau was amongst the first to mingle with the beautiful, beautiful aliens amongst us and that makes he totally awesome. Monsieur Cousteau also got practically canonised by Wes Anderson and Bill Murray and that makes him doubly devine. And sometimes I wish I was a marine biologist or underwater Mario, particularly during maths nowadays...
Have a lovely weekend fine internet folk:)
p.s. I had to repost this because blogger seems to hate me right now, so thanks Ella and Prateeti for your comments^^
p.p.s. this song is really nice.
p.p.p.s. who suddenly has a massive urge to watch Grease?
Like just then I opened this mysterious black box and to my surprise, the highest indicator of young love, circa nineteen-eighty-something, came pouring out/ I opened this (still) mysterious black box and to my surprise found a bunch of mixtapes my father made my mother during the the time they were all boyfriend-girfriend. This: a) makes me feel like smiling and sighing and vomiting (joy) all at once; b) here is the playlist for side "A" of "for Jeanne":
Once you get past the initial tedium, masses are really quite beautiful; the stained glass windows, people joining hands in song and just the fact that everybody there is filled with nothing but wishes, love and gratitude should be enough to give you faith in anything. I mean, I'm not the most religious of people and I pity those that comply with every single thing the bible shoves at them BUT I pity those more who don't have any- belief that is. It's saddening too that having faith in God or anything is enough to make you uncool. So with people being so bloody nihilistic and taking everything for face value it's no wonder our society is seeing more suicides than ever. And, I just don't know about people who bluntly say "religion is a load of crap" because they are the same people who don't believe in what they can't touch.. my Saturday has been pretty weird. Also, yellow and glitter is the new everything over here.
