This is a concept car that Maserati made to celebrate it's 75th birthday. It has a V12 engine.. 700 horsepower. It looks like an alien. I want.
Unfortunately, it's not going to be produced.
I hate my life.
Hello, Sexy Unattainable Dream Car.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Maserati Birdcage
Whaaaaaaaaaaaat.
This is a concept car that Maserati made to celebrate it's 75th birthday. It has a V12 engine.. 700 horsepower. It looks like an alien. I want.
Unfortunately, it's not going to be produced.
I hate my life.
Hello, Sexy Unattainable Dream Car.
This is a concept car that Maserati made to celebrate it's 75th birthday. It has a V12 engine.. 700 horsepower. It looks like an alien. I want.
Unfortunately, it's not going to be produced.
I hate my life.
Hello, Sexy Unattainable Dream Car.
Cinderella
Thanksgiving break! I've been busy cleaning my room the past few days. Not done yet. :/
No makeup. I look like a dog haha.
No makeup. I look like a dog haha.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
You will be missed.
These last few days have been really tough. On Friday, November 20th, we had to put our sweet Rhodesian Ridgeback, Honey, to sleep. Her health has been deteriorating for many months on the day before she couldn't stand up at all. Her back legs stopped working altogether, she dragged herself out of the garage and broke her front foot in the process. It was terribly sad. I cried for hours. She was 14, one year younger than my brother. Usually Rhodesians live to be about 9, but Honey just had a zest for life --especially food-- and was incredibly stubborn. She was a big fat chicken, but a great dog. I have so many fond memories of her. At least she doesn't have to suffer any more. Rest in peace, Honey.
We'll always love you.
Honey 1995-2009
We'll always love you.
Honey 1995-2009
Lusting.
Rippjacket red- $145.59 - www.gold-marie.com
Jeweled Zip Front Skirt - $22.80 - www.forever21.com
Carvela Grind Chain & Buckle Detail Platform Shoes - $271.96 - www.asos.com
Friday, November 20, 2009
Numby
Still feeling sad. We had to put our dog, Honey, to sleep today. She was 14 years old, and just the sweetest thing. I'm really going to miss her. All my friends were really supportive though and I'm feeling better now. So currently I'm just reminiscing, listening to Tokio Hotel, and eating Warheads (burnilicious.)
:|
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Anyway...
Glad that's over! This is completely irrelevant but I love this music video.
The Dead Weather - "Treat Me Like Your Mother"
Mmmm leather jackets.
The Dead Weather - "Treat Me Like Your Mother"
Mmmm leather jackets.
asdfjk;
i'm feeling/thinking i should/hoping i will find
hypothetical hypocritical mechanical impractical incomplete obsolete. restart rework rebound. direction emotion satisfaction.
thisstillmakesnosense.
???
hypothetical hypocritical mechanical impractical incomplete obsolete. restart rework rebound. direction emotion satisfaction.
thisstillmakesnosense.
???
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Living
I will never come to terms with living, ever.
I think I should become a psychologist so that I can delve deeper into all the complications of the mind and humanity, but I think that doing so and attempting to comprehend would make me insane. Are people inherently good? Can they change? Is it better to be happy sometimes, all the time, or not at all? Would living in pure happiness take away from your humanity by making you ignorant to sorrow, a whole other component of humanity? What aspirations do we have that make us trudge onward through life? Why is it so difficult to be human? I guess it all boils down to the timeless question, "What is the meaning of life?" Yeah, I'm definitely going to become psycho psychologist.
Right now I want to spit some bullshit non-poetry and staple it on the face of the world. Give me a redbull vicodin cocktail or give me a more exciting way to die. That doesn't even make sense. But I typed it so it's going to stay there because that's the way I'm feeling at the moment. Love, etc.
Edit: created poetman (bullshit non-poetry) category.
I think I should become a psychologist so that I can delve deeper into all the complications of the mind and humanity, but I think that doing so and attempting to comprehend would make me insane. Are people inherently good? Can they change? Is it better to be happy sometimes, all the time, or not at all? Would living in pure happiness take away from your humanity by making you ignorant to sorrow, a whole other component of humanity? What aspirations do we have that make us trudge onward through life? Why is it so difficult to be human? I guess it all boils down to the timeless question, "What is the meaning of life?" Yeah, I'm definitely going to become psycho psychologist.
Right now I want to spit some bullshit non-poetry and staple it on the face of the world. Give me a redbull vicodin cocktail or give me a more exciting way to die. That doesn't even make sense. But I typed it so it's going to stay there because that's the way I'm feeling at the moment. Love, etc.
Edit: created poetman (bullshit non-poetry) category.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE MY SIZE?
J Brand Tie-Dyed Skinny Jeans in Oz Wash - $198
http://www.bloomingdales.com/
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Pride & Football
Pride & Prejudice dress up day. First game of the playoffs.
I wore a fancy-pants dress to school today in an attempt to look like a turn of the 19th century British girl. The result was something that more closely resembled Ella Enchanted. (And hey there is photo evidence! ...Pity...) But no matter. Still got free food and extra credit! Basically, it was a really laid back day with people speaking in terrible British accents while dining on tea and cookies and exhibiting proper decorum. My friend Kevin wore a suit, which is nearly incomprehensible, as he wears the same outfit everyday. Someone stole my camera and managed to get this shot before he rebelled against the headwear.
We had an incredibly close football game today, but managed to pull a win in the last eight seconds. Pure insanity. Ran onto the field afterwards to see friends and took some ridiculous photos. We continue on the road to state!
I wore a fancy-pants dress to school today in an attempt to look like a turn of the 19th century British girl. The result was something that more closely resembled Ella Enchanted. (And hey there is photo evidence! ...Pity...) But no matter. Still got free food and extra credit! Basically, it was a really laid back day with people speaking in terrible British accents while dining on tea and cookies and exhibiting proper decorum. My friend Kevin wore a suit, which is nearly incomprehensible, as he wears the same outfit everyday. Someone stole my camera and managed to get this shot before he rebelled against the headwear.
We had an incredibly close football game today, but managed to pull a win in the last eight seconds. Pure insanity. Ran onto the field afterwards to see friends and took some ridiculous photos. We continue on the road to state!
More EMAs
The pictures from this are just too fantastic.
World Behind My Wall.
Set the piano on fire? Hell yes.
:)
World Behind My Wall.
Set the piano on fire? Hell yes.
:)
Tokio Hotel @ EMAs
Tokio Hotel wins Best Group at the European Music Awards 2009 in Berlin! They also performed World Behind My Wall, their next single. The show was absolutely SICK!
Congratulations guys!
Congratulations guys!
Rrrarrrghhh, Heritage!
Celtic Fest. Hello, father's side of the family.
I saw lots of men in kilts. Lots and lots of men. Otherwise, they were wearing fashionable viking tunics. I also watched men (& women) throw logs and kettles. Finally, there were many viking games, including activities that appeared to viking variations of: tug-o-war, sumo wrestling, pole dancing, and gladiator warfare. And there was an Ent? Very interesting. Very bizarre.
On the way back to the car... Zaq found his first icecream truck and a herd of turtles.
I saw lots of men in kilts. Lots and lots of men. Otherwise, they were wearing fashionable viking tunics. I also watched men (& women) throw logs and kettles. Finally, there were many viking games, including activities that appeared to viking variations of: tug-o-war, sumo wrestling, pole dancing, and gladiator warfare. And there was an Ent? Very interesting. Very bizarre.
On the way back to the car... Zaq found his first icecream truck and a herd of turtles.
Raw Fish
I went to a sushi restaurant with my family down town. I have been dragged into a million sushi joints, and have never had the slightest urge to try it. Frankly, it disgusts me. I'm the pickiest person on the planet anyway. But for some reason... I was feeling particularly crazy and alive and decided to give it a try.
I selected something that sounded simple and classic... Spicy tuna roll. I waited for the opportune moment, right at the end of the order, to make my request. I got strange looks from the rest of the table. "You're really going to try some?" Disbelief.
When it arrived, it was covered in some orange garnish. Fish eggs. "No no no, it's finely ground carrots!" Nice try, pops. "I don't think carrots can be this round." The notion of eating fish eggs really put a damper on my appetite. But I knocked "the carrots" off with my chopsticks, swirled my selected piece of sushi around in wasabi and soy sauce, took a deep breath, and ate it.
My entire family almost died of simultaneous heart failure.
I almost died of suffocation, vomit, mental trauma, and embarrassment.
A glass of water, half my brother's Dr. Pepper, and eight minutes later, I could finally speak enough to retell my horrific ordeal.
HOW DO PEOPLE EAT THAT STUFF? I was sort of congested, and could barely taste it, ...but the TEXTURE! I gagged twice and had to put my hand over my mouth. The waiter came over, presumably to see if I was okay, but I couldn't look up (if I could, I don't know if I would have waved him away or motioned for the Heimlich maneuver) and my family told him everything was fine. All I could think was, "chew...! chew! CHEW!!!" Despite all the complete stares of disbelief and highfives I received, it will be awhile before I do that again.
Sushi lovers, you have my respect... But you're insane.
Most appropriate restaurant name ever. They do have great chicken spring rolls, though.
I selected something that sounded simple and classic... Spicy tuna roll. I waited for the opportune moment, right at the end of the order, to make my request. I got strange looks from the rest of the table. "You're really going to try some?" Disbelief.
When it arrived, it was covered in some orange garnish. Fish eggs. "No no no, it's finely ground carrots!" Nice try, pops. "I don't think carrots can be this round." The notion of eating fish eggs really put a damper on my appetite. But I knocked "the carrots" off with my chopsticks, swirled my selected piece of sushi around in wasabi and soy sauce, took a deep breath, and ate it.
My entire family almost died of simultaneous heart failure.
I almost died of suffocation, vomit, mental trauma, and embarrassment.
A glass of water, half my brother's Dr. Pepper, and eight minutes later, I could finally speak enough to retell my horrific ordeal.
HOW DO PEOPLE EAT THAT STUFF? I was sort of congested, and could barely taste it, ...but the TEXTURE! I gagged twice and had to put my hand over my mouth. The waiter came over, presumably to see if I was okay, but I couldn't look up (if I could, I don't know if I would have waved him away or motioned for the Heimlich maneuver) and my family told him everything was fine. All I could think was, "chew...! chew! CHEW!!!" Despite all the complete stares of disbelief and highfives I received, it will be awhile before I do that again.
Sushi lovers, you have my respect... But you're insane.
Most appropriate restaurant name ever. They do have great chicken spring rolls, though.
Wurstfest!
I love Germany. I love German. I love Germans. Therefore, I love Wurstfest. It also was a great excuse to miss class. We basically took a fieldtrip just to eat funnel cake, listen to rock polka, make ourselves sick on amusement park rides, and buy crazy hats and swords. It was a day specially reserved for area high schools, and some people commented on my Tokio Hotel shirt. :)
...And I coincidentally found this highly appropriate wig. Awesome.
Hmmm.... Where have I seen this hairstyle before?
Epicosity
A very strange [formerly] mysterious thing at my school. "Epicosity" appears everywhere.
I stole some of those signs. /klepto
I stole some of those signs. /klepto
October: Halloween
Lady Gaga returns! Despite my original plan of being Lady Gaga: The Vampire, I had to settle for regular leather-clad Gaga due to time constraints.
I spent hours running around the mall looking for suitable accessories, and afterward Erin came over to get ready for our friends' Night of Fright party. Seeing my poor, antisocial game-addicted younger brother, sit crumpled in front of his computer screen without any plans for Halloween struck a chord of sympathy in me. I invited him to come along as well. He put together a zombie apocalypse survivor getup in a remarkably short amount of time, at the expense of a pair of perfectly good jeans.
When we arrived at Jared’s, he greeted us at the door dressed as Adam Lambert. Everyone’s costumes were spectacular. The lovely Chelsea was also Lady Gaga, so we took the opportunity to take several extremely fun and narcissistic glamour shots. The Best Costume Award, though, definitely had to go to Mark, Tyler, and Allen, who arrived extremely late in full Ghostbusters gear. (Presumably because they were ridding the perimeter of the paranormal as the guests inside dined on massive quantities of food and monster cupcakes.)
Speaking of which, a few of us left early to catch Paranormal Activity at the Alamo Drafthouse. I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t close my eyes for half the movie… Because I definitely didn’t. Hmph.
He survived the zombie apocalypse.
girls girls girls
GIANT!FREAKING!CUPCAKES!
Favorite Ghostbuster nerds. :)
October: Techno Day
The last home football game of my high school career, on Hallow's Eve, versus our biggest rival.
A gifted poet (ahem, myself) described the game as, “playing monopoly on a rollercoaster with a screamo band.” For normal people, that means it went into double overtime, the teams were neck and neck the entire time, and the crowd was going absolutely berserk. In the end, our school came out the victor with a score of 49-42, but not without casualties. I destroyed my vocal chords and lost my sanity in the process. Here’s to another 17 years of straight victories.
But perhaps more importantly, this date also marked Techno Day. I donned a platinum wig, cyborg glasses, and shiny leggings and paraded around as Lady Gaga for 8 hours. It was a great day.
I must say the rest of the seniors had a dismal showing of school spirit on this day.
Three best friends from elementary school and some random dude.
My friends are officers on the dance team. They performed "Thriller."
After the game. Take note of the extraordinarily fashionable beanies.
A gifted poet (ahem, myself) described the game as, “playing monopoly on a rollercoaster with a screamo band.” For normal people, that means it went into double overtime, the teams were neck and neck the entire time, and the crowd was going absolutely berserk. In the end, our school came out the victor with a score of 49-42, but not without casualties. I destroyed my vocal chords and lost my sanity in the process. Here’s to another 17 years of straight victories.
But perhaps more importantly, this date also marked Techno Day. I donned a platinum wig, cyborg glasses, and shiny leggings and paraded around as Lady Gaga for 8 hours. It was a great day.
I must say the rest of the seniors had a dismal showing of school spirit on this day.
Three best friends from elementary school and some random dude.
My friends are officers on the dance team. They performed "Thriller."
After the game. Take note of the extraordinarily fashionable beanies.
Friday, November 13, 2009
October: Senior Homecoming
Oh, one of high school’s finest traditions and biggest highlights of the year. Yes, homecoming. The game, the dance, the aftermath. The spirit, the excitement, the drama....
Apparently, drivin' round in a bigass truck with a bigass flag is completely necessary.
I was particularly fond of this year’s dress up day themes:Pirates of the Caribbean vs Shanghai Nights, Star Wars vs Harry Potter, Revenge of the Nerds vs Justice League. Some guys jumped a fence during the pep rally and ran across the field wearing a gorilla and a banana suit. We won the game. The next day, I prepped with my dear friend Erin. Then, our group (of 22 people!) met at another girl's house and we took the traditional photos before heading out for a grotesquely large dinner at a fancy Italian restauraunt. [Note: Allen’s driving skills are questionable.]
The dance theme was Hollywood, so I planned on wearing my platinum blond wig. It was busy drying on a chair in the bathtub, though, so I had to ditch that idea. (That’s not weird… at all...) I also tried to consider the dignity and sanity of my date. Still, I danced the night away as only a half-sane pop idol could. I did feel pangs of regret when they plaid the Pokerface music video on the projector, however. Three of my friends and I stayed until the very end, mourning our last homecoming dance ever. Well, I was mourning, at least. Then we stopped at Magnolia’s to cure our late night munchies with Mag Mud. Wonderful, wonderful, night.
Holy nachos, Batman!
Apparently, drivin' round in a bigass truck with a bigass flag is completely necessary.
I was particularly fond of this year’s dress up day themes:
The dance theme was Hollywood, so I planned on wearing my platinum blond wig. It was busy drying on a chair in the bathtub, though, so I had to ditch that idea. (That’s not weird… at all...) I also tried to consider the dignity and sanity of my date. Still, I danced the night away as only a half-sane pop idol could. I did feel pangs of regret when they plaid the Pokerface music video on the projector, however. Three of my friends and I stayed until the very end, mourning our last homecoming dance ever. Well, I was mourning, at least. Then we stopped at Magnolia’s to cure our late night munchies with Mag Mud. Wonderful, wonderful, night.
Holy nachos, Batman!
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