Saturday, January 29, 2011

I'll Give Her Melodies

An excerpt from a short story I'm writing:
          I never realized how much I appreciated those summer months after four years of hell. Those lazy, drowsy days make me want to drop out of school and never get a job. I want to read all day longing in the golden sunlight, eating strawberries and smoking cigarettes. And when dusk comes, perhaps I’ll invite a few friends over and we’ll dress up in party dresses with sequins and tulle. We would never leave my backyard, but instead, make apple martinis and chatter in the candlelight. We would refill our lipstick-stained glasses with vodka and fruit juice until we were impregnated with a fireball, that would spread warmth throughout our lanky limbs and our bloated bellies. There would be twenty-seven dead cigarette butts, between the three of us, thrown carelessly in my homemade ashtray (or on the cobblestone patio) with  red and violet and pink stains.
  That was the last summer before we moved into our own apartment. It was dirt cheap, but it was evident when we first moved in that we had gotten what we paid for. The red paint on the walls were chipped and the hardwood floors creaked under our black-patent-leather-clad feet. On the carpet in our single bedroom had numerous spots, smaller than the circumference of a penny, that were the color of charcoal as if someone had put out their cigarette on it. The only two rooms that had walls for privacy were the one bedroom and the bathroom. It was a shit-hole, but it was our home. 
  As soon as we unpacked our meager belongings (or rather, threw them all on the floor), all three of us embarked on our journey to design the most imperfect, perfect apartment. We weaved in and out of thrift stores, wandered into independent shops, buying and collecting furniture and trinkets for our new home. Our plan was simple. Each of us would purchase home wares based on our personal style and also, practicality. Then, we would combine our possessions and treasures in order to construct the most eclectic, bizarre apartment that would reflect our idiosyncratic qualities. 

Sunday, January 23, 2011


I had a photoshoot with Olivia today based on Lolita.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Ice Water

My bones are aching with a restlessness I cannot fulfill. 

love notes

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Promise Me

I have admired you from afar for some time. That warm affection that kindled in my heart has put poems and stories of adulation on my paper. But dare I not address my feelings to your face. Fear of rejection has glued my quivering lips together. What is this peculiar fondness? Perhaps I’m in love with the theory of you. Perhaps the unlikeness of your reciprocated affection appeals to my tendency to swoon over those I could never have. All you would have to do is reach out and touch my chest to learn of my funny adoration. My palpitating heart and faltering words would quickly betray me. But I know you won’t. And so I keep my distance and envision you in my dreams. You are only a muse. Never will you be anything more.

These are pictures from later December and early January. Last five pictures link to my flickr.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

I Find Your Lack Of Faith Disturbing

On Saturday I had my birthday party! Yes. My 16th birthday party was Star Wars themed.
I made all the decorations and had three different themes (if you're a huge SW fanatic, you'll appreciate this more). My kitchen was the Mos Eisley cantina and I had the famous cantina song on replay with decorations of Bith and other characters present (Ponda Baba, Greedo, ect) when Luke and Obi-Wan first met Han Solo. My dining room was the Dark Side/Death Star with Darth Vader, lots of storm troopers, and a black/red/and white theme. My living room was decorated as Endor with green lighting and ewoks (and Admiral Ackbar!). The pictures really don't do it justice, you'd have to be there to actually understand how incredible it was. We ate TIE fighter and Millenium Falcon grilled cheese, pizza, crinkle fries, and salad for dinner and snacked on ruffles and fruit for snacks. And then my cake was marble with buttercream frosting (and Luke and Darth Vader figurines with LIGHT UP LIGHTSABERS). We watched three Star Wars movies: Attack of the Clones, Empire Strikes Back, and Return of the Jedi and five of my friends slept over. It was just so, so very lovely. I no longer have any shame regarding my Star Wars obsession because it makes me so happy.

I'm so mad that some of these came out blurry. I've been having issues with my digital camera's focus and I actually just fixed it today (how convient..)