a semi-educational moment

This needs to be addressed.
exhibit A:

exhibit B:

I apologize that this blog has become a menagerie of video clips. We'll be back to normal very soon.

you make everything groovy.

If this doesn't make you feel warm and fuzzy inside, nothing will.

note to self {an open letter}.

This picture has nothing to with anything. It just makes me smile.

+Blog more. You have ran out of excuses,young lady.

+Send camera away to be fixed for what seems to be the 12th time in the last 3 months.

+Chastise boy who knocked your camera to the ground because he got slightly too into his Single Ladies rendition on a daily basis.

+Attempt two-toned lips. This could be super rad and just generate confused looks from all of your peers.

+Make flower headband tutorial as soon as camera is nursed back to health. See bullet #2.

+Stop lurking on Facebook. You have more important things to do. See bullet #1.

+Watch this movie. And this one too.

+Start making more lists. This seems to be curing your procrastination a little bit. {listography}

{image found here. i hope they don't mind}

such a funny thing for me to try to explain.

In case you were wondering,I am alive. I've been kind of sort of busy with a semi-ish life (shocking, I know). And the Book Cover Archive has been sucking up all of my free time like a Bounty paper towel (bah dum ching!... no?).

There is so much I should talk about (fashion week, The Oscars etc) , but you've probably heard enough. And besides, today is a snow day all I want to do is go eat pancakes and watch the food network and listen to this song.


Spectacular.

the haircut of cool kids and neurotics alike.

When I was a toddler, all of my haircut requests were denied. This is just one of the many perils of growing up with curly locks (which includes the ubiquitous "boing-ing." Seriously, folks, my hair is not public domain. You may not pull on it as you please.)

Bangs? No. Anything above shoulder length? Don't even think about it. But, by far, the most coveted, the haircut I most longed for was the bowlcut. I mean, just take a moment and think about it. One acquires a bowlcut by placing a bowl on top of their hair and cutting off the excess. If that does not show how we as a civilization have progressed, then tell me, WHAT DOES?

So, naturally, when I came across this t-shirt at Blood Is The New Black (which, for your information, is a really quite cool site that is a lot less emo-ish than it sounds), my former love affair with bowlcuts was rekindled. I'm currently trying to convince my mom that at $15, this shirt is much cheaper than the years of therapy I would have needed after enduring my formidable Teddy Graham years known as "the kid with the curly bowlcut."

P.S. One of my (many) neuroses was published over at the simply brilliant i am neurotic. I'm not sure if they post all of the ones they receive, but this is just a shining moment in the obsessive compulsive life that I lead.

how come there's oregano in the walnuts?

I watched this when I was little simply because I thought their clothes were cute. I now realize this is possibly the greatest film ever. And they're clothes are still really cute.

and now back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Instead of studying last night, I made this headband. But it's alright, I'm pretty certain those flowers are imparting tons of knowledge into my head.

Today's goal was to receive zero hipster references. My art teacher told me I look "very nineteen 20's." What's that I hear? The sweet sound of success? Yes, I think so.

Shirt: sister's hand-me-down (H&M). Tank: Target. Skirt: It's actually an AA dress. I wear it unhealthy amounts, which you wouldn't know of course because of my sporadic blogging. Tights:mom's. Shoe: Nine West. Headband: it's fuchsia, I swear.