BENTO PERFECTION

I would like this for lunch everyday, please. 

OFF TO GO STEAM SOME RICE AND THINGS!

the entire confection.

I was talking with a friend today about our favorite scenes in a movie, of all time. I determined this is mine.

Those notoriously charming folks that comment at Youtube share my feelings, more or less:

"dam tht cake looks good-i know yall r thinking it too!"

"This IS epic caek."

"Hidden scenes - The revolting fat child dies of coronary heart disease not long after."

"I would need a freaking ton of milk to get through that thing..."

"he is my hero! i chugged my capri sun when he was eating the last of the cake and screaming!"

"i totally feel like him now. cause i'm eating half a pie"

"BRUCE PWNS FAT BITCHES!" (INDEED)

school daze.

My first day of school can easily be described in a single word: meh. It's not like I expected anything more than that blah blah i want to go to college blah blah everyone sucks blah teen angst. I've come to the conclusion that my ideal school is one in which Ina Garten is the principal and everyone is polite and cheery and wear dresses and we eat lobster pot pie and chocolate cake for lunch EVERY SINGLE DAY.

This is what I wore, sans the tights and a different belt. I was just lazy/sleep deprived the first day and didn't feel like taking a picture and had conveniently taken this one the other day.I KNOW I KNOW, this is such a profesh fashion blog. I mean where, in that large brilliant mind of mine, do I find such groundbreaking ensemble ideas?!

In other new, I just poured myself a bowl of chocolate chips. They've got that mystical,whiteness to them that is either A.) mold (does chocolate mold?) or B.)staleness from being in a open bag for too long. The fact that a bag of chocolate has gone uneaten in my home for so long that it's developed the said mystical whiteness is disgraceful.

 How was your first day of school?

P.S. The Etsy shop is up and running! Look over there, to the right!

incidents.

For lack of a better post, some highly intelligent thoughts:

+Thursday I go to the big hoe down (could that be a pun? i think that could be a pun) in my school gym. Read: not excited. All I can say is that there better be some brownie bites at this function or else I will stand around and sulk over missing a 30 Rock repeat.

+Ikea is becoming my favorite place in the world. I don't need Billy Mays-like screaming to convince me to buy something. I just need someone to slap on a name like Heidltorg to a potato peeler and I'll buy three. Oh and they have $1 frozen yogurt there. 

+There is currently a zit protruding from my chin. According to the internets, this one could be classified as a nodule. Just thought you should know. Seriously, looking for a good time? Go to google images and search pimple diagrams. 

+I am thinking of blogging about food. Or a food blog. Could you guys handle that? Would you read it? WOULD YOU?

+I got some matte red lipstick for that said occasion. It sort of makes me feel like 40's screen siren and not someone who has a legitimate fear of breaking their ankle because they cannot walk in heels.

+Speaking of the word legitimate can we stop abbreviating it, teenage society/people who like to appear like aholes . I am not very down with the kids these days (Example:Where was I at 11:30 Friday night? Watching Golden Girls. On Lifetime.), but when I hear someone add "legit" to a statement it overrides all truth. 

"I bought this Rolex for $15. And I ate ice cream for breakfast! Like legit!"

Alright. Uh huh. I'm on to you,kid. Maybe legit just means "cool," "tight,"or "rad." I don't know, but excuse me while I go fix myself a glass of Metamucil and OJ and turn the dial on my television to Wheel of Fortune.

P.S.

These days are rough, you guys. I mean, we are in a RECESSION. A girl needs to take all necessary measures to claims dibs on her sort of rotting morning banana half.

been an awful good girl.*

I hope you've had a lovely holiday, full of so-ridiculous-that-you-can't-look-away Lifetime movies and lasagna and reading books in your pajamas all day and procrastinating schoolwork and magic. (What? Yours wasn't? That's just me? Oh, well, it's been quite nice.) As far as Christmas loot goes, I made out like a bandit. And by bandit, I mean one who wears red patent leather pumps.I have stalked these shoes since I spotted them, while window shopping last April. Just like a crazed junkie who stalks her ex-husband in the aforementioned Lifetime movies, our relationship was unhealthy. The display pair happened to be my size, which means I inexplicably had to try them on every time I walked by the Marc by Marc display every few months or so. I would stare at my foot longingly and whenever the kind salespeople asked if I needed any help I'd just say "NO.NO THANKS. UNLESS I CAN PURCHASE THESE WITH THE FOURTEEN CENTS AND COUPON FOR A FREE ICED COFFEE THAT HAVE TO MY NAME...NO!"

Fast forward to Black Friday: I spot them on the sale rack 60% off. I squeal. My mom says I do not need designer red patent pumps, especially with my tendency to jump in puddles/lack of social life that would allow me the opportunity to wear red patent pumps. Besides, even at 60% off, they are still much too much. I try to thoroughly convey to her that if these shoes were a boy, I would marry them. The saleslady jumps in the argument and tells my mom these shoes are a great deal and, hey look, the bottom is made of genuine leather, she'll even scratches them to prove this us. Um, thanks a heap for scratching my dream shoes, lady. I attempt to sweet talk her into giving us a better discount and fail. Miserably.

On Christmas morning I spot a giant package. I suspect that it is a waffle iron and become really excited. Turns out, it's the pumps, hidden in a giant package (those rascal folks of mine).My mom went back a week later and the shoes were marked down even more. When they are not on my feet, I plan on placing them on a shelf where I will feed them bon bons and whisper sweet nothings into their ears.

Oh and I also did get a waffle iron, along with this recipe binder my mom made with a bunch of pictures from an old food magazine she found at the thrift store. I think it kind of upstages the shoes. I mean, DO YOU SEE HOW THAT JELLO MOLD GLISTENS?

*This was supposed to be posted a week ago. Did you really take me for that much of a procrastinator (don't answer that...)Blogger and I were going through a bit of a tiff, but now we're besties again.