Warm Hollow Thing

Looked at some of my high school's peep's Facebook page to update myself about their lives. (Useless me wasting time, I know.) And I see how happy they are married now, or out of state, or chasing their dreams, or pregnant, or single handedly trying to raise a child. Sucks to be some of them, and envious of others.

It just makes me feel nostalgic and brings me back to 10th grade when I remember we were all in the same class making the same stupid jokes with Mr. Mamer etc. How C and my biggest worries was how to do homework, why do we have so much homework, are we going to make it? While the others' worried about when class was going to end so they could go hang out, or if they were all going to the game this friday.

I don't know. It's all dumb. Plus half of them don't even recognize me anymore.
But it makes me so sad and sensitive when I think back to those days.

ahhhHHHHHhhhh.

Big Eyes

listening to: Big Eyes | Lana Del Rey

Having immature, lazy, and materialistic thoughts. per usual...hey what else is new?
`Want these boots.
`Want to be in LA right now.
`Feeing broken
`Desperately wanting to see Lana at the Bowl (is that perfect or what), but it's a Monday show.
`Wondering if you still care, but why should I care
`Need direction, but don't want to take any advice, lacking focus


Someone take me on a cute coffee date please, and buy me some distressed boyfriend denim bottoms.

I'm not a teenager anymore.
Why do I act like one.
Stop.

Avoidance

listening to: i can fly | lana del rey
mood: somewhere between caffeinated, lost, and tired

Trying to avoid reality, so I'm here.

I am continuously struggling with self identification.
Part of me wants to get my stuff ready for school, be ferocious and classy (whatever that means), and make it to NYC.
The other half of me wants to keep it real and live it LA style. I mean, after all, that's where I'm from right? Truly east-side reppin'. I want to keep things raw, edgy, real, and black like all our tainted souls from this broken city of angels.

But it's no surprise that I'm torn in half like this, after all it's reflective in the things I (am/want to) study. Forever a whirlwind of chaos.

mood: chilly
listening to: oh sailor | mr little jeans

It's the first day of December, which means we're in the last month of this year/2014!
I'm very happy today because I'm wearing my new Brandy shirt that I got, I know you can't tell because it's just a normal black shirt, but the sleeves fit nicely so I'm happy about it. :)

I want to be in NYC right now. I miss it so much....

December 1st
I'm in a foreign state, I'm running late
I'm all alone, wishing I was home with you baby
-The Maine

♥ i
p.s. the title is not working on blogger and it's not letting me post a title!!!!

Do You Speak Prada?

I can relate to Rebecca Bloomwood so much.
Confessions of a Shopaholic speaks to me, because when I shop the world gets better.
Also because i'm kind of empty in the brain but whatever.

We Be All Night

Somewhere on the brink of insanity, I fell in love with the idea of destroying myself.

Skin Food's Nail Vita polish is very jelly like.
I approve.

Opinionated truth

This is an opinion but I believe it's the truth.

"White" (caucasian) people of all race have so much more advantage in this world just because of their ethnicity/race/skin colour.
Get mad at me because you disagree, but iggy vs azealia is one of the clearest examples I can give you.

I am not saying white/caucasian people don't work hard for their success, but being 'white' gives them a(n) headstart/advantage to begin with. And I hate the fact that some caucasians don't realize this and take shit for granted.
I don't hate caucasian people, and I'm not (trying to be) racist, but I definitely feel that they abuse this right sometimes.