Blood red nails just in time for fall weather. VAMPY.

So the whole "I HATE STATISTICS I ALMOST FAILED IN COLLEGE AND I'LL NEVER HAVE TO LEARN IT AGAIN, I BET!" attitude I've got goin' on has been disproven.

Guess who's calculating plenty of statistical thangs this weekend? Happy Labor Day, ya'll!

Happy Friday!

Dang it's been a long week. I wish my time turner necklace really did work, but for now it's a nice little fashion accessory. 

A poem of horror

I woke up. Blood was everywhere, except for my hands

which remained blanched and lifeless - specter like. 

I could not remember what I had dreamt, only that 

I had screamed until I could not speak, not even to say 

that the room was too cold, the only sound the chatter

of my brittle, grounded teeth.

In this dream, you are hooded, unreachable. Things happen. 

We throw and yell things that cannot be unbroken. 

That is all I recall, but upon waking I find that my mouth

is sewn shut, that blood coats the bed that we once shared

and that I am freezing, as cold as death. 

A poem for today:

All these extraordinary blocks, the planes of a geography
that shuts out: vales and valleys, a pit that appears bottomless.
You will always take my breath away
with your talons and those feathers of a wild creature.
Nights, I will crawl into the pit, staining my knees
with dirt and blood, trying to find my way out.

bangs...

can't live with them, but definitely can't live without 'em. feeling more like myself! 

a short book review by moi:

Today I would like to talk about "The Fault in Our Stars," a YA novel by John Green. To characterize this as YA is pretty reductive, and let me just say that I picked up this book on a whim, but that I am so very glad that I did. The concept could have gone wrong in a lot of different ways: it's the tale of two teenagers who are struggling through adolescence and self-actualization with the added troublesome issue of their cancer-ridden bodies. It could have been maudlin and uninspired, but Green manages to tackle the idea of living on borrowed time with such depth, humor and insight that I was left feeling amazed and a little envious as a writer.

It's a brilliantly beautiful book about first love, coming to terms with mortality, and so much more. And at 300 pages, it felt extremely short. Trust me when I say that I wanted very badly for the story to go on. Let me just end with a sample passage from our narrator, Hazel Grace:

"I can't talk about our love story, so I will talk about math. I am not a mathematician, but I know this: There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger  infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set."

new 'do and some delish greens!

midnight confession:

i just shed a real tear (or two) watching THE GLEE PROJECT, of all things. because, ya know, the relationships of teenagers who have known each other for mere weeks are extremely important to me. but when charlie was eliminated and he and aylin were kissing and crying and he was all like, "NOTHING BUT YOUR BEST. YOU HEAR ME? DO NOTHING BUT YOUR BEST" i totally gave into the whole maudlin aspect of it.

OH WELL. time for bed now.

also, i am dying of allergies this week and i do not understand. SPRING IS LONG GONE. go away all ye troublesome pollens.

It's been a loooong but wonderful week and it's looking to be a loooong but equally wonderful next couple of weeks (fingers crossed)! Work is crazy, but I'm getting into the swing of things and finding that I really like the work - but that more importantly, I like the company and the folks I work with. Why, today I made a joke about feeling like the "dangling modifier" of the marketing team and there were fellow English majors who LAUGHED. They thought that was funny instead of simply nerdy/ridiculous.

Also I'm trying to be more social/see more people, which has done wonders for my whole "blargh, my life of youthfulness and fun is entirely over." Obviously, it requires a bit more effort now that I'm out of school, but it's effort well worth making! Or so I tell myself as I'm packing up my stuff and getting in my car/on Caltrain, etc.

Finally, I'm starting to get over the hump of "having my own life." By that, I mean that I truly am starting to feel like I'm my own person and that I am the one who's going to make the decisions for my own life. My parents, bless their Catholic souls, are not the rulers of my life. Just typing this makes me a little anxious, but mostly it brings me GREAT RELIEF.

I'm growing up, ya'll!

I finally figured out how to fill in/shape my eyebrows after like, you know, 23 years of being alive and I thought that you guys would like to know! 

SO MUCH CLOTHING LUST.

ugh, that dress = everything i want. 

however... my mint.com budget says that i'm overspending soooooo... gotta reel back on that shopping thing. 

The oh-so-slow process of growing my hair (and bangs) out fully. Blargh!!

BEDHEAD ALERT. I REPEAT, BEDHEAD ALERT. 

THIS IS WHAT I LOOK LIKE WORKING:

Teleconferencing for life, yo. 

I always feel great after I refuel my car. I was trying to figure out why today, and I realized that I have this sense of being able to go anywhere and do anything when I am sitting in my car with a full tank of gas. The possibilities are endless for that moment.

from Thought Catalog today:

"8. Slim Jims No human should ever eat a Slim Jim, not even for survival in some kind of stranded-island situation. Death is more honorable than eating a Slim Jim."

SCREW YOU GUYZ.

Pretty sure this is exactly the kind of movie that I want to watch alone so I can weep without shame.

COME TO THEATERS NEAR ME, ALREADY.

Looking back upon journals/secret blogs a few years ago, I realize that my entries used to almost primarily consist of "LIFE IS THE BEST" and then lists that explained why. I feel like I'm in a trap of cynicism and mediocrity right now. I need to reorganize my thoughts and retrain myself in true gratitude.

beer and a grill macaroni & cheese sandwich:

 

 

yes, you heard that right. IT'S A GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH WITH MACARONI & CHEESE IN THE MIDDLE. i haven't tasted it yet but i'm sure it's completely delicious!

 

TOO MUCH WATCHING THE MAD MEN PERFORMANCE OF "ZOU ZOU BISOU."

All I want now is to be super 60s mod, yo. 

 

One of my goals is to make my hair look as voluminous as possible.

This is my progress so far! 

I need a llama necklace in my life: