I feel as if I have deserted this blog to partake in wasteful, unimportant timesucks which fail as creativity outlets. Perhaps I'm also spending more time with my studies, but I do not see why my academic life and technological fantasies cannot coexist. School has been busy and slightly mundane. I had an IB Spanish oral Wednesday that did not go as smoothly as planned, but hey, what's done is done. And thank (insert religious figure here) for that.
Monday was a wonderful day. Somehow, my friend Jake got ahold of some tickets to the Lady GaGa show at the Showbox at the market. The show was sold out, so you see, I didn't expect to have any sort of fun on this Monday night. GaGa, discostick in hand, was amazing, as expected. Her set was like a twisted sci-fi Warholian dance party in your hot pants with glitter and stilletos to top it off. The woman had 5 or 6 outfit changes, which thrilled me, as you might guess. The crowd was not as exciting as I expected, and I didn't get any action from the large gay demographic, but then again, I'm always disappointed by other people. Hah. That sounded completely self-centered. I don't care. It's not as if anyone reads this anyway. Below are some pictures from SPIN.com and a video of her NEW song "Future Love" at her San Diego show.
J'adore.
Anywho, Thursday night was lovely. Gillian and I dressed up and bought a bunch of cupcakes from Cupcakes Royale and some real food from Trader Joe's. Following our adventures, we returned home and were joined by Bridget. The three of us watched a lovely, fucked-up movie called The Dreamers. Very provacative (NC-17 to be exact). Very beautiful. Eva Greene (of Bond girl fame) played supporting role as a fabulous, crazy french girl. Gorgeous. This isn't one for the faint of heart or stomach, as it includes themes of sex and incest, but I highly recommend it.
My mother just entered my disaster zone room and told me I need to "work on it." So until next time... Hopefully that's sooner rather than later. OH. Gillian and I have decided we're going to start a fashion blog this summer or perhaps a bit earlier. Keep an eye out for it.
I love Paris Fashion Week because the clothes are generally much more powerful and uninhibited than they are in America. Much more sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. Givenchy and Stella McCartney are always favorites of mine.
Natasha Poly for Stella Those boots are hot hot hot. Apparently, Rachel Zoe's assistant Brad said "Bet they're made from potatoes and mashed up cauliflower," since of course Stella is vegan and designs her clothes accordingly. Love Brad. Very ready for season 2.
(Insert name here) for Stella. Do you think I could do those pants justice? I seriously doubt it, but I think I might love them. Not that I can buy some Stella McCartney pants with the zero dollars I have... I should look into getting a sugar daddy.
Lily Donaldson for Givency A bit ridiculous, yes, but that's fashion dahhhling! It's not about function. TAKE ME! All this looking at models has left me hungry. Until later...
Today has been a good day :) I hope the same for you!
I apologize for neglecting my non-existent readers. I have been preoccupied with a great deal. It seems to never end. This weekend however, I did not have any responsibilites related to school. Seems a bit too good to be true to me. Friday night, I participated in a fashion show, wearing secondhand clothing to benefit Sewgreen. Inspired by all the lovely models walking the Fall 2009 runways, I strutted my stuff to the best of my ability. Jessica Stam for Marc Jacobs Jourdan Dunn for Etro Coco Rocha for Dolce & Gabbana
After the craziness that was the fashion show, I had an enjoyable night with a manfriend. Junk food, Resident Evil: Extinction, and certain other things are a lovely combination, if you didn't guess. Milla Jovovich is hot shit.
Saturday was completely lazy. I did a whole lot of nothing. Monica and I watched an entire disk of Weeds. Mary-Kate Olsen has been guest-starring as a pot-smoking super Christian. Love it. I adore the girl. Today has been pretty low-key as well. Monica and I had lunch with our friend Bridget at Red Mill Burgers, where they have the most incredible veggie burger. After that I did some driving people around and doing nothing. Then I got in a little tiff with my mother and decided to blast The Gossip and Sex Pistols to make my teenage angst known. Hah. Now I'm sitting in bed. I don't want to do anything ever again. Except watch the final disk of Weeds. :)
Further apologies if my posts have sucked... I've been crazy busy and then lazy as a result. I don't have the patience for a better one today. I want some gummi bears.
My last post came after a long week of school-related struggle. Today I post because I'm at the tailend of an emotionally exhausting week. I've been spending a lot of time with girlfriends, but not enough with a certain boy... This is not my doing of course. I don't want to blame him either. We are both incredibly busy. Anyway, I've just been a bit crazy and confused, but I guess I'm doing alright.
New York Fashion Week started on Friday the 13th and ended yesterday, the 20th. Around this time, I was glued to my computer, looking through an insane number of collections. I'm so ready to be out of high school so I can start pursuing a career in fashion journalism.
Anna Sui's show was perfectly wonderful as always:
Her clothes just make me happy.
Last night I watched Dick with Gillian, which always seems to cheer me up. I want to live with Betsey in Arlene in the Seventies. They're just so happy and carefree...I miss being more like that. I think I'm worrying about this all too much. I need to bring my free spirit back to life!
Tomorrow brings the ever unbearable routine of high school... SIGH I'm sorry (to the few of you that read this) if my posts have become jumbled and nonsensical, but that is what my life is as of now.
I have no idea where to start. This past week was exhausting. After turning in my entire life on Friday, I spent the night relaxing. I don't recall what happened exactly, but there was a lot of sleep involved. That night I watched Vicky Cristina Barcelona with my best friend Gillian. The film was enjoyable, but a bit disappointing. I had been looking forward to watching it, due to its passionate and sexual nature. Basically, the premise is that two women (guess who) go on a trip to Barcelona, they meet a gorgeous spanish painter, and end up involved in a crazy love square(?) because the man's ex-wife comes back into his life. At one point in time, Cristina (Scarlett Johansson), Juan Antonio (Javier Bardem), and his ex-wife Maria Elena (Penelope Cruz) are living under the same roof, all completely infatuated with each other. Yes, there is girl-on-girl action. I do love the fact that Woody Allen questions traditional relationship ideas and such. Javier Bardem is a sexy motherfucker, but Penelope Cruz is the one that truly sizzles. Her role as an unstable and gorgeous artist is positively engaging. She's that crazy girl that is an absolute genius, can love you until you collapse, and then will proceed to stab you, but literally. Anyways, an enjoyable film, but could have been better I guess.
Moving on...
Saturday was Valentine's Day, of course. Gillian and I went on a mission, delivering Valentines to close friends, shopping a bit, and eating Thai food. Being anti-Valentine's, I wore my pink I Love Men shirt. Gillian looked a bit like mix between a love fairy and a harlot. The homeless men in Capital Hill had a bit too much fun with commenting on her outfit. The event was not documented in part because we were anonymous in our excursion. The day was lovely and eventful. That night Gillian and I watched Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist with Julia. I love this movie. It's precious, to say the least. The soundtrack is pretty damn good too. It chronicles the adventure of two strangers that we all wish we could have.
Today started with waking up to Bridget calling me, and then falling back asleep. Speaking to an angry Gillian, and then rushing to Bridget's house. We went to Discovery Park, accompanied by Bridget's mother Moira and their dogs Bart and Tip. Bridget and I took a nice, long run, the first I've taken in too long. It hurt so good. After the park, we went to Red Mill Burgers, where I had the most incredible veggie burger. I realize that's a bit of an oxymoron, but really. I don't lie about these things. Errands. Shower. Sleep.
What followed was a great deal of self-inflicted confusion. I have not seen D in a week or so, and I feel incredibly needy. I need some emotional satisfaction, which completely disgusts me. I don't need that... That's not me... Or at least I'd like to think so. In any case, I have completely lost it. I could probably explain it more, but I'm tired and feeling sleep-deprived. I'll leave you with two quotes stolen from a wonderful little blog called Una Bella Vita. One is from a movie, I assume. The other is from the most terrific author, Erica Jong. The woman was a significant figure in the sexual revolution, and I completley idolize her above just about every other person on earth. She's who I turn to for a dose of inspiration to continue to drive me in my independence. For this reason, this quote by her, about love and being vulnerable is all the more powerful.
"We think there is always a tomorrow, so why expose our feelings today? Why risk being vulnerable? Why take the chance? Because today, what we love, what we feel, what is real, is what we have. Tomorrow, it may all change." - Small Miracles
"I'm going to tell you something really subverse. Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it... It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, and risking everything for. And if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." - Erica Jong
Listening to: A delicious slice of soul. Check it out.
On today, Friday the 13th of February, 2009 I have 3 papers due. 2 World Literature papers, which have to be 1000-2000 words, and the dreadful Extended Essay which is usually between 3000 and 4000 words. If you don't really know about my study habits, let me tell you...I'm a hardcore procrastinator. Senioritis has hit me hard. I have skipped classes the past three days of school to "work" on these papers, but unfortunately I did not accomplish much. Last night/ this morning, I edited my rough drafts minimally and didn't even proofread them. The point is, I'm done and I don't even give a shit anymore. I'm so tired this post probably doesn't make much sense. It's hard to be poetic when it's almost 5am and you've slept a whole 10 hours in the past week. I don't actually know how much I've slept, but not enough. I'm just glad to be done. This weekend is going to kill. :)
I adore the Kills. The duo create rough, sexy, jumbled rock n' roll. I haven't gotten their album Midnight Boom, but I really enjoy the shit that I've heard. It's a bit like someone throwing a trash can at your head while you drunkenly walk home with a stranger whose gender is questionable. It's a bit of a mess. I don't think their music is for everyone, but I like it. They just came out with a new video for the gorgeously sollem song "Black Balloon". The frontwoman, Alison Mosshart is a raging machine fueled by sex. Love her.
So it appears that my prayers to the blog gods have been answered. I'm talking of course about being romantically involved with someone. This may seem as if it's coming out of nowhere, but it most definitely isn't. I feel a bit awkward blogging about my personal life, but this is something I just need to get out. So the story goes: I was seeing this guy during the summer and since we've had a bit of a falling out. Before this, I met his roomate and we became fast friends. After guy A and I stopped talking much, guy B and I started hanging out, but completely platonically. At the time, B had a boyfriend. Even so, there was undeniable chemistry. So to sum it up, B broke up with his boyfriend (not because of me!) and we started hanging out more and "seeing" each other I guess. This all sounds so slutty, but I don't care. The thing is, I am not someone who does commited relationships or monogomy ever. Sure I've had boyfriends, but they never last very long. Even then, those relationships were two years ago. Since then I've dated around, matured, and have learned a lot about myself. Now that I've met D (previously known as B), I can quite honestly see something more serious happening. I think I'm ready for it. I'm a bit scared because I have trouble opening up, but I think I'm ready for some stability.
Dating is so ridiculous though. The two people involved are always nervous to impress the other person and do not neccesarily act like themselves all the time. With me, I had a bout of paranoia over the past few days, worried about the status of our...thing, when in fact everything seems to be just fine.
This post seems jumbled and awkward, just like the situation. Goodnight.
I have been a fan of Katy Perry since seeing her video for the song "Ur So Gay" over a year ago. From the beginning, I could tell she was sassy little spitfire, much like myself. I immediately bought her EP Ur So Gay, realeased in 2007, which also featured a remix of the title track, the song "Lost", and my newfound anthem "Use Your Love". Time passed and I continued following this quirky young singer faithfully. I believe it was spring when I first heard "I Kissed a Girl" on suprisingly enough, 107.7 The End, Seattle's biggest alternative station. We all know how that turned out, becoming the #1 overplayed song of all time aside from some Rihanna shit. *Giggle* I will even admit to being annoyed after hearing it 130891340814 times, but I can listen to it now without any such annoyance. The storm has calmed.
Her debut CD as Katy Perry (believe it or not she put out a Christian album years ago under the name Katy Hudson) was relased on June 17, 2008. I bought it on the same day. One of the Boys rapidly became my summer soundtrack. I listened to it constantly, and plugged it to my friends as much as possible. The album covers everything. Did I mention she writes all of her own songs? Happy, sad, angry, or "Lost" (clever, I know), there's a song for just about every situation. Katy played Warped tour later, though I was not able to/didn't feel like going. I would have loved to see her show, but I didn't want to spend all that money and have to deal with going to good old George, Washington. I hoped for a tour, with a stop in Seattle, of course. I got just that when she announced the Hello Katy Tour sometime in the fall. I alerted my best friend Gillian as soon as I heard, and bought two tickets the very second they came out. Last night, was the show.
After a long week of the suckfest of senior year, it was perfect. Gill, dressed in a cute blue dress, spandex, and chucks and I in a ridiculous gold sequined shirt, black jeans, and vans arrived downtown a little while after 6. Doors were going to be opened at 7, and there was already a line full of mostly tweens, their parents, random old people, and teengaers around the block. We waited in the cold, practically naked for the conditions, for an hour or so and then went in. The opening band was a bit, lame, but it was all ok. We were going to see Katy Perry after all...
She came out, adorable as ever, in a sparkly pink bustier and black pantaloons, looking like a glam ballerina. The first song she played, "Fingerprints" is a inspirational little rockfest about leaving your mark on those around you. During the song, she POINTED AT ME! I felt like a fourteen year-old girl at a boy band concert in the early 2000s. I wanted to melt. I screamed in Gillian's general direction. She sang to me two or three other times, making the show all the better for me. I sang every word, while many others who had come for "I Kissed a Girl" and "Hot N Cold" just stood their like idiots. I won't lie, most of the crowd was pretty lame other than the playing of those songs and a couple other dancey tracks. It didn't even bother me. One most likely drunk girl and her friend were up front, and the girl chooses to dance all up on me. It was a good laugh, as you could tell by my shirt that I was most definitely uninterested, but I applauded her exhibition. The two drunks left early, and she told me "I want you to have it", meaning the spot. I was overjoyed, exclaiming "Thanks babe!" I was the hardcore fan I am, dancing and jumping up and down, trying my best to lose my voice. Katy danced, jumped, rubbed herself, played the guitar like a motherfucker, and flirted with an unamused bodyguard. She was fantastic even while she wasn't playing. She told hilarious stories and made silly jokes, not abstaining from using her dirty mouth or making raunchy gestures just because there were kids present. She even provided sound advice and assurance before the bonus track "I Think I'm Ready" telling the crowd that love is an incredible thing that we will all find one day. She went backstage after that, as if it were over. Some people even thought she was done without playing "I Kissed a Girl". What a joke.
She came out dressed in a tight leopard-print catsuit, which even had a tail! Cat ears and Fuck Me Pumps topped off the look. She played a cover, took off her shoes and closed with "I Kissed a Girl". Everyone was dancing, screaming, making fools out of themselves. It was amazing. I was lucky enough to purchase a $30 for $29 and then we exited into the cold world. Gill and I took a detour to Capitol Hill, went to MacDonald's on the way home, and feasted in baggy sweats at her house. In bed, we talked about everything, like good friends do. This night was perfect.
Update: Here's a picture from the show, stolen from Miz Perry's MySpace. So cute.
Barack Obama's Inaguration was four days ago, but I have yet to post anything about it. I am so full of hope by this man's election that I could explode. For once in my life, I appreciate the govenment. I sincerely hope that Obama brings our country the CHANGE he has promised, and I wish him the best of luck. His historical election fills me with hapiness. I've had it will old white guys. It is lovely to see the country start to edge out from shadow of traditionalism and prejudice. Just one request Barack: Get behind the new civil rights movement. The LGBT community is counting on you. This is an incredible thing to see (stolen from Katy Perry's blog): It makes it all the more real.
Beyonce sings Etta James' "At Last" at the Neighborhood Ball on Inauguration night.
Perfect. The appreciation Beyonce shows in her face is absolutely priceless. If only I could understand how that felt...
Sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough. From Jagged Little Pill, Alanis Morissette's "Perfect" sarcastically imitates the expectations imposed on us by our parents.
Sometimes is never quite enough If you're flawless, then you'll win my love Don't forget to win first place Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
Be a good boy Try a little harder You've got to measure up And make me prouder
How long before you screw it up How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up With everything I do for you The least you can do is keep quiet
Be a good girl You've gotta try a little harder That simply wasn't good enough To make us proud
I'll live through you I'll make you what I never was If you're the best, then maybe so am I Compared to him compared to her I'm doing this for your own damn good You'll make up for what I blew What's the problem...why are you crying
Be a good boy Push a little farther now That wasn't fast enough To make us happy We'll love you just the way you are If you're perfect
I'm just a 21 year-old boy, trying to make it in the real world, whilst creating my own reality. I try to find beauty in all things and love exploring this big world of ours. While I am a journalist, this does not represent my journalistic work unless otherwise specified.
