Haircut

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Zero (Official Video) HQ
by wonderful-life1989

Yeah, my hair was accidentally chopped off. I worked with it. I went home and took my brother's shears and went at it like a spidermonkey. Now, it looks more Karen O than Rachael Ray.

I'll be hitting up MAC pretty soon to look for an everyday red lipstick.

Also, Michael Jackson died. And Farrah Fawcett. And Ed McMahon. And Billy "Oxyclean" Mays! Wow.

Never Been So Conscious of an Outfit

Tomorrow is the Nylon Summer Music Tour with Patrick Wolf, the Plasticines and Jaguar Love. This is going to be tons of fun. I haven't gone to a fashion conscious concert yet. This will be my first. It's Monday 4:30pm and I'm sifting throught photosites to see what kind of outfit I could wear tomorrow that is both cute and water resistant.

I am a girl.

I already know how makeup is going down. Fake lashes, pale lips, HOPEFULLY I'll get my haircut tomorrow. If not, thebig floppy black hat is making a return.





The bossman will be in the Caribbean all week so I don't have to be super paranoid on my appearance for the next day. Im gonna need some sleep!

I'm glad I'm going with Wikit though. I have to get in touch with my twinny.

Note to self:

• Charge batteries
• Get single bills

Last Night's Party

I'd like to say that I grew out of this type of stuff, but I was never into it to begin with. I know there's a time and place for drinking and rowdyness and if anything, last night was a perfect night for it. It wasn't raining too much and it was a celebration of Richie's achievement.

I just hate the atmosphere. Being thrown into a group of best friends for years can make a person feel terribly homesick. As much as I'm getting accustomed to living here, it will never been the same as being a few blocks away from your best friends.


Sometimes, I miss my old life. But there's no point in wallowing right? The past has past and now is now. Now, I am here. I'm awake. And I have to find something to do for a couple of hours before I go to Michaels.

Chuck Bass and Shoes

The whole "not eating crap" thing is going pretty well. Little by little, I'm re-gaining my positivity.





Yesterday, Richie bought himself a DSlite. For some reason, I was jealous. I haven't dropped any money on myself in a while. I mean like...serious money. That's my thing. My guilty pleasure. His is a DS. Mine is shopping. I don't know what it is but I have an itch to buy clothes! I love/hate it because I window-shop a lot (via websites.)





That Burberry Fall 2009 ad up there makes me really wanna get a haircut and trenchcoat. Freakin Hermione Granger's got me head over heels with this look. Blown-out hair, nude lip, smokey eye, big bag and trenchcoat? LOVE IT!





I don't know why I'm blogging this.





oh yeah...it started with this.




My brother and I are dry-heaving that we can't go for this. I'll be in the office and he'll be at the salon...both of us WORKING!...wait no...this is his high school graduation day! We are missing a party/shoe premiere for his ceremony.

We made an agreement that when we move out together, we will live lush lives where we will attend swanky parties and have nice shoes.

:-P

Our house will be a fun house.

Ugh Uncomfortable Sitting...

I've gotten to the point where it's uncomfortable to sit! God help me because this is the point where I get in that "high risk" for dia-be-be-beties.

I don't know what the hell is up!

I think I need to start getting my life a little more in order. I schedule almost everything. I have notes and boards and this and that and STILL, I feel like I lag behind a lot.

I have an idea though. When I get home today, I'm gonna rehash my entire weekly schedule. I would right now but this is my lunch hour/free time at work. I have tons to work on though. One of those is myself. It's not even a weigh issue. It's how I feel on the inside, and to be honest, I feel like doo-doo!

:puke:

"Rotting from the inside"

Last night, Richie and I had one of our great talks about our concerns. Of course, I spill a little more than he does but he's my rock. And he legitimately listened, which is every girl's dream! (am i right?)

Anyway, we got around to talking about my health. In a nutshell, it's horrible. I've been looking up my symptoms and I'm either

• closer to diabetes than i thought



• have crazy liver problems



• being poked by a needle via voodoo doll

Not only that, but things are getting rougher at home. My mom and I are in constant battle. The weird part is that I have no idea why. And it's frustrating.

Work isn't all that good either. Michaels is going nuts but the pay is secure. This other place is so shakey, I don't know what to think.

At least I know that in the end of the day I can run into Richie's arms and feel like the world is gone. No worries.