Thursday, April 26, 2012

Tiny Vessels

Yet again, I've become incredibly sick. Somewhere between Saturday and Sunday, I must have come in contact with a really gnarly and bacteria ridden person. I'm looking at you fiercely bearded city-dweller. In retrospect I probably shouldn't have walked into that Sex store Saturday, but more about that later. Naturally, as sick people do, I found myself lying in bed all day. I've grown so pathetically bored, that I've even taken to listening to a few One Direction songs. Illness, it makes you delirious. It has recently come to my attention that I become 10 x's more melodramatic while ill, so to all my future roommates; I pity you. I'll spare you the personal reenactment, but this video is literally me.
After I was fully drugged up on ibuprofen, I went to go see Death Cab for Cutie. I know they're a bit of a thing from the past, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Surprisingly, the band preformed a lot of songs from Transatlanticism, which apart from Plans is my favorite album. They also played along side this completely mind-blowing mini orchestra, entitled "Magik Magik Orchestra." Does their band name have an anime-esqe vibe, or is that just me? Anyways if you didn't know, I'm a huge sucker for stringed instruments, violins especially. If I had to make any complaints, it would be in regards to the group of people who got out of their seats and started furiously swaying their arms. They started a mass movement across the theater and before I knew it mostly everyone was out of their seat and dancing. Normally I suppose this shouldn't have been an issue, but for a person who is completely incapable of controlling their body movements in a non-embarrassing fashion... this could be seen as problematic. Other than that minor incident, the concert was A + high quality. Ben Gibbard, may you never change your hairstyle. Links to DCFC with Magik Magik

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Shocking Blue

Upon returning from the January SAT's, I began to go through a bit of a "quarter-life" crisis. In substitute of a fancy and expensive sports car, I decided to dye my hair. I went to the hairdressers and four painstakingly long hours later, the tips of my hair had transformed from a dull brown into a shade you'd see in a Katy Perry music video. My fifth-grade self would have been appalled. Back in 2005, I cringed at the word "crap" and was completely terrified of the teenagers walking into Hot Topic with their dyed-hair and obscure facial piercings. I vowed never to leave my GAP kids ways, and swore by my polo's and pleated skirt's. My father is horrified, and is determined that I'll never be able to find an actual job (but it's probably my lack of ~sophistication and work ethic that shot that one in the face not my hair), and my mother has no opinion on the matter because she regards this as "just a phase." By the start of the summer I'll probably dye it back to my natural hair color because the maintenance is too much for my laziness to handle.

Sunday, April 8, 2012


Presenting you with a long overdue "video blog". Do I ooze eloquence or what? The amount of "ums" and unnecessarily long pauses have been noted.

Asymmetrical Skirt, The outfit I wore to New York


To further perpetuate the "spring holiday" spirit, I thought I'd recreate the awkward family dinner atmosphere right here on my blog. Because I, like your distant relatives, haven't made an appearance in your life in months. You'll be playing the role of: the inappropriate grandparent, the creepy overly-friendly uncle, the cooler than you/less cooler than you cousin, and the seemingly endearing and "normal" aunt. You can then proceed to drill me with questions pertaining to school, my personal life, etc...

Q: Where have you been the last couple of months?
A: My absence was most likely due to a conglomeration of 1. My unforgivable laziness, 2. Standardized Testing/School, 3. Work, 4. My unforgivable laziness, 5. Work, 6. My blossoming social life (I've learned that venturing outside of your room once in a while, won't actually kill you).

Q: Are you going to prom? PROM? PROOOOOOMMMMM?
A: Nope. My hatred for public embarrassment, in combination with my lack of dancing abilities have led me to the conclusion that I would have hated Prom. I've still yet to live down the horror that was my grade 8 dance. Every once in a while someone will reenact my dance moves circa 2008, in which apparently I resembled a limp palm tree. As an alternative, a couple of friends and I are going into the city where we can participate in our own equally as fulfilling ~ shenanigans ~.

Q: What are your summer plans?
A: Possibly visiting up North, and out West. Specifically, Canada, California, and Boston.


This weekend, my family and I took a trip up to Brooklyn and downtown Manhattan. As my luck would have it, today was the opening day of the Brooklyn Flea Market, which I mentioned before in this post. If it's old, used, and doesn't reek of moth balls and must, chances are... I'll buy it. Though my family left empty handed, I ended up buying a pair of shorts. The best part about these type of events is watching the crowds of people. I've never seen a more impressive display of facial hair, than in Brooklyn, New York.

I purchased quite a bit of things, but I'll cover that in tomorrow's post. Somehow before the weekend's up, I need to fit in three blog posts. I have to make up for lost time, so wish me god speed.