THE TWAT IN THE HAT/FATE AND MINI PHILOSOPHIES.

molly texted me saying she needed a trilby hat. and i was like HUH? WHY? and then roughly 12 minutes later, my stepdad (unknowing of the aforementioned communication) presented me with one that he had accumulated whilst clearing out. its small things that make me think about coincidence/fate.

i dont know what molly wanted the hat for. i forgot to ask. but molly, if youre reading this, firstly HEY HEY HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? and also you can use/abuse it at your will. unless i say no. but based on the fact i am weak and subservient, that seems a distant likelihood. 


unless i say no.


UGH OKAY IM GOING TO BED.


trilby off. 


lets get unconscious, honey.

READY TO UFF/LOVE FIST

i love double finger rings and knuckle dusters and such. ive been trolling ebay for FUNKAY FUNKAY fist decor but to no avail ( ALTHOUGH THERE WAS FIERCE SOLID GOLD CRUCIFIX ONE BUT WAS NOT CHEAPLIES)

so yaaay accessorise had one. a slighty more insipid design in ways. but i stil like.

im trying to prepare for Y-NOT fest. IM EXCITED. I CANT WAIT TO BE DOING SOMETHING OF INTEREST FOR THREE CONSECUTIVE DAYS. (plus it will be a blog post with gravitas and 'CHUZTPAH' for a change instead of pictures of me DOUCHING IT UP with various props. see above. cue the LOLCATS)

till then

PEACE (and gold ring love)

DANCE IN THESE FLOWERS/THIS IS MY MARK

a kid named kee gave me some dried flowers. she said the sun had made brittle. so i took pictures and hope she sees them halfway across the world.


I LOVE MY FAMILY. LA BELLA MAFIA.

TO BE FAMOUS IS SO NICE../SPECTMANIA

GOT NEW SHADES. they preeeeetty much like my other ones. but different. they are faux tortoiseshell and the lenses dont flip. but fundamentally the same.

THATS ALL I GOT. THATS ALL THAT NEW WITH ME. RIP MY HAIR OUT AND BREAK MY NECK.

i hate that im such an apathetic blogger. 

although, i do feel hopeful for this summer. (and actually the next few years are not too harsh a prospect).

i vow to start sewing up storms, local music fest, AND JUST CHILLIN/KILLIN LIKE A MUTHA VILLAIN. ITS GONNA BE COMPLETE FANTASMO. 

but i miss my amy. living it up international style.

peace

GARDEN PARTAY AY AY/MAKING SHOULDERSSSSS

 according to the present, social life has not completely abandoned me. 


a bunch of us CRAZY KIDS (SERIOUSLY CRAY CRAY BUT BORDERING ON YOUNG ADULTS I GUESS) had a get together (a "party" of sorts) in a grassy area belonging to one of said friends (a "garden" if you will). OKAY WE HAD A "GARDEN PARTY" AND THOSE LAST SENTENCES WERE UNNECESSARY BUT I FEEL THE NEED TO PAD OUT MY BLOG AND I THOUGHT I COULD INTRODUCE IMAGERY AND PLOT TWISTS TO LIVEN THIS STORY UP. (blog insecurities).


so yahhh. if i had a GOOD CAMERA (DEAR MY CURRENT CRAP CAMERA, I HACK AND SPIT AT YOU) then i would have lots of lovely photos of frolicking teens surrounded by grass and more frolicking teens. (there was a trampoline involved. IT DEF ENHANCED THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE) but alas i dont have ample camera. so i only got one polaroid snappy snap.

people and THE TRAMPOLINE.


("people" consist of ROSIE, BECCA, JACOB and human who DOES NOT have a blog and is therefore not currently viable. LOL blogger-elitism. i joke i love all PARTAAAAY goers.)


also, to attend this OUTDOOR FESTIVO i had to conjur up some new attire. as my old attire was to old and i have agist attitudes towards my clothes.


so i added "shoulders" to a plain grey tee. i for one, feel that the 'power shoulder' has been done to the point where it has minimal power left but when left to my own devices this is all i seem to be capable of.

they were wonky and lack-lusture and folded in on themselves due to self-esteem issues. but i didnt care because i was too busy basking in THE TRAMPOLINE. 


IN SERIOUS TERMS, i really loved the trampoline. me and molly and rachel (ERROR. MENTIONED NAMES DO NOT BLOG. THIS DOES NOT COMPUTE. ERK. ERK.) fell asleep in a pile, on the trampoline, under a blanket and the sky and it was BEAUTIFUL. until we woke up, drank copious amounts on tea/coffee between us then fell asleep with the rest of the tribe, in an even bigger pile, in one huge tent.


this is the good stuff right here. (TRAMPO FUCKING LINE)

//PROM(otion)

mmm i have neglected this blog as of recent. for no particular reason. 


but RIGHT NOW everyone seems to be BLOGhappy and i need to drag this here blog from the murky depths of the blogosphere. (blog is a funny sound.)


sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. i might as well post about prom, and note its existence as it was SUPRISINGLY not bad. i think the pivotal moment was when SINGLE LADIES came on. 


anyway, all the locals have already posted about all this shit and therefore i having nothing else to add.


everyone looked beautiful.










also fiercest picture of one LOGICALBORIS that there ever was:

TO BE MADE OF GLASS/////////

I will rise now
And go about the city
In the street's broadways I seek
Him whom my soul loveth

Went over the sea
What did I find
A thousand crystal towers
A hundred emerald cities
And the hand of the watchman
In the night sky
Points to my beloved
A knight in crystal armour

And I tried to hold him
I tried for the creed
I'll make a suit of colours
To stop the blinding mirrors
Sew a cape of red and gold
Stifled up the beam
With the perfect armour
With a perfect dream

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

And with two suns spinning
At two different speeds
Was born a hot, white diamond
Burning through the rainbow
Flames fell into orbit
To hold eternally
Two heavenly spirits
That just wouldn't seem

To be made of glass
When two suns are shining
The battle becomes blinding
To be made of glass
But we ride tonight, tonight, tonight, we ride

/////////

yah so i find myself yet again bored.

was listening to bat for lashes 'glass' and thought YEAH SURE. i will "explore some of the imagery". this song could lead to so much visuals but me and my limited resources (ie IM JUST TOO TOO LAZY) stifled such potential.

but it give me SOMETHING to blog about. i can't wait till i get a life ITS GONNA BE SO GREAT. 

but until then.

p.s. noodle (cat) is lurking in the background of these photos. ATTENTION WHORE IN TRAINING.