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very packed few days.

heres the rundown....

awaiting possible SkinGraft internship. very much on my toes..

definatly interning with metro pop with friends

babysitting with money included :)

new obsession ____ http://www.edible.com

metro.pop

This magazine is a very up to date, urban, modern and or course very stylish fashion and culture magazine.

Their website is worth a visit : http://www.metrodotpop.com/

And yes I am promoting. She works hard for the money! Hey! This isn’t all im gonna say, its just that I will be constantly blogging, tweeting, whatever about events, issues, etc. :D

how to be a bad student

My fork bracelet made by yours truely, I think i can make these for FFS, if i get enough requests...... (haha my first appearance with my first tattoo from like a yr. ago)
Key pin. lace, ribbon, fake diamond. This is definatly gonna be on FFS. I found a mess of keys that open i don't know what, hey, maybe if you get one, you can break into my house or something.

so i've been into following all these self proclaimed fashionistas and artists...and they have a lot of

....WHAT IM WEARING...

like a weekly thing. so hey why not, but you are forewarned that i don't have the best of, or expensive clothing. but watch my evolution!

so today was lazy, im "sportin" a

"distressed" CITY OF ANGELS shirt of the bargain rack from UO (5 bucks).

and gray and very light cardigan stolen from my aunt.

and TUK shoes

also jewlery made by me except the bow necklace is from F21

Waiting last minute to do a month's work of homework.

and here i am straying off and posting pointless blogs that only ghosts read (they probably even don't.....maybe my alter-ego...when im sleep walking, haha when i sleep walk i go online and read my previous blog posts. no i don't thats retarded)

anyways im doing hmk and soon a midterm for my film class, trust me its great, but god i really hate overevaluating things, and this is just exactly that.

toulouse vs. link

my cat and dog needs to befriend each other

anywho i am full of burrito again.

anywho... found this site!


OBSESSED = http://lovelypackage.com/

i love packaged things....<3

*~FaShIoN~* <333 lolzrofl

Xaha, an altern. model, she's rad

Malandrino

man has style

SKINGRAFT

wow. so just saw Jason Webley again and like always, that man blows me away.

and he remembered me? holy shizz.

Sxip Shirey, he's really great. played with makeshift toy instruments and tells really inspiring stories.

i can't say anymore cause it won't come out, im sorry. but really. to try to tell you the truth. jason's music, all the people close to him, (sxip, the dolls, etc...) they help me define me. they to help me realize a lot of things that nothing else can. i have like a invisble piece of thread sewn through jason through amanda through all these people....

in other words

my title had sarcasm, i promise i won't do that again.

as im typing im incredibly full from a burrito and feel like i probably won't be having breakfast or lunch tomorrow.

i realize i might not use my blog to really record events that happen to me, b/c i still keep a journal and i don't like to do that two times, but i might make a seperate blog for that who knows.

so i wanna try to use this purely as an inspiration/philospohical/freak rants...

let us begin!

recently i've been getting back into my original original original trade = fashion.

i do have a seamstress aunt and whose son owns metro.pop with his wife. growing up around these two kinda brainwashed me.

because to be honest i think the fashion world is sick, nauseating and fake.

but here i am planning to make a living out of it. well i've been bouncing from blogs to blogs by fashionistas. and to be honest some of it is pretty freaking lame. but whatever. im getting fucking serious and probably try to intern with anyone i can...(probably my cousin, but will get JANYA BOONPROM - INTERN for changing his kids diapers.)

art is still in my books don't fret. theres no way im abandoning that. i've changed murder to architect. murder has started to annoy me, very hot topic and stupid hardcore band sounding, sorry not gonna happen. :) besides architect rings more true to me, because that is what my father is and what i am of my artwork. my shizz will be my architecture agreed?

the dollhouse....

in my dreams last night....

i was in a dollhouse...well a house that sold doll parts.

i think i was lost, im sorry that im lost.

the dream came in 3 parts....and the house was three stories.

FIRST FLOOR

well this floor was more like a underground wine cellar...

sold exotic wines, pretty dingy as hell. there was pipes leaking green water. powdered wine..i saw. very odd. shelves and shelves full of dusting away wines. and barrels stacked high. bottles, jars, vases, glasses, all full of wine. the girl that was watching me seemed very nervous and proud. she told me this was her life's work, her children. she dosen't advertise, she dosen't own a shop, she dosen't distribute. she only provides to lost souls and old people. these shelves carry recipes from all around the world she says. they are worth more than you can imagine. she believed that these wines should only be given to people who don't know where and why they are here (lost souls) and the elderly that need to see the world for a few moments longer before they depart.

she poured me a glass.

SECOND FLOOR

honestly i walked into one of those old elevators that pull up....i got out and i felt like i was pretty buzzed...now as i got here, i felt like i was in a mansion, velvet drapery, carpet, fresh roses in vases. the people there looked like they should be attending some funeral in the 1920's. black veils on their faces and they all were rushing and chattering. it was all business in there. i walked down a hallway and saw all these people were squeezing in what looked like showrooms. everyone was in line, and i wanted to see what was on the other end...so i got in line. when i was in front (it took like 2 seconds in dream-time) i asked what they sell.... The lady was dressed like what a 1920's flight attendant would dress. "OH! we sell dollparts, mmhhmm yess dollparts and simply as it is doll parts!" why are so many people in line for doll parts? "HAHA (yes it was as creepy as it sounds...) well because they are missing their parts silly...so we provide them, through every traumatic expierience, every fall, every broken heart, rape, murder.....WE FIX THEM!" she smiled..."you just come here and replace your damaged part free of charge and go back out there just like new!" oh.. "do you need any replacements?" um yeah i actually do, but i want to live with my broken parts.."NEXT!!" i turned around a what looked like normal people before, were porcelian like dolls, that had arms missing, legs, eyes, noses, and some were just naked. they all looked so frightened, sad and incomplete.. i walked out feeling a little empty and continued down a hallway that started getting darker, things weren't so fancy looking anymore, floorboards began creaking, cobwebs began appearing, a terrible stench started emanting, wallpaper torn... then i saw four or five men, frantically boarding up doors with plywood. they were sweating, crying, bleeding and praying. i heard something saying that i need to run...

and i ran.

THE THIRD AND FINAL FLOOR

I ran to up to this floor, and suddenly im wearing different clothes. Im in a plain black dress, pearls, my hair is amazingly full, unlike now. im wearing white flats. this story is one large room, soo incredibly big i was like an ant in a football field. it was luxuroius, there was a wall full of windows and the streets below were unpaved, the sky was sepia and light blue, the sun was gleming through the clouds and there was a fresh produce market full of happy people, there were fountains and trees and acres of flowers. it was beautiful and surreal. the rest of the room was full of shelves of books, a hell of a lot of books, there were about five chandeliers incredibly beautiful, and there was a man playing the harp in a corner, and that was the only sound heard. he was wearing a tux and was very much into his music. on the other end, there was a turned armchair facing a large window... i saw puffs of smoke coming from it. a voice from there said " you are going to reach a new phase of your life...." "what you just passed through, you are going to be lost, for a long time. then you will realized what you are missing, and when you get a chance to retrieve what you lost but you decide not to and it will bring you many hardships and fear and others will be scared for you, but in the end, you will realize what it has all come down to and will have no regrets. your life has been worthwhile and you sit here in solace and peace and watch others and the beauty that continues long after you are gone." she turned around and she was an eldery lady, i have not seen before. she was wearing a spoon turned into a bracelet.

i wear a fork bracelet everyday.

.....

Now i know that was very detailed and elaborate for a dream, but it was mighty detailed and reevaluated and clarified things that i coudn't make sense of when i woke up, but throughly going through it helped me understand.

clark gable

HOT.