Wo-stud

Let's go to university for woman's studies and stir shit up.

Like Lykke Li says, it's a possibility.

P-nats

Andrew Vanwyngarden [of MGMT]'s pants are quite rad. But not so rad as to not need legs. I mean, they don't, really. But what a catch those pants have; the owner is a front member of one of the best bands of all times.

Just so you know, there was a WAY better version of Kids before it got on Top Forty.

Andrew Vanwyngarden

Limoncello

Jo No Fui

Spring 2011

Fur Town [the band]

Love sex Money

F/W 2010

'Dammit, I forgot what I had to say.'

Rochas Paris

F/W 2010-2011

NAC

A Cacharel faave.

Tv is always the best on Sundays I find. I'm currently hiding from roommates and pretending to clean my room. I've far too much homework, but the type that can be pushed further behind with procrastination. I went to Ottawa the other day to watch the National Ballet of Canada do three variations. Balanchine, Chouinard, and Crystal Pite. Jesus. It was amazing. I can't even describe. Tears were shed. It was groundbreaking stuff.

Crystal Pite, by the way, is a genius.

Dopps

Celebrity doppelganger, no big deal. Don't we all wish we were Kenny G at some time in our lives?

Tokyo Police Club

Best photo spread I've seen in a long time, T.V.

Much thanks.

[The last one's my fave.]

Spot the Differences

Who wore it better?

Hmmm... what's that I hear? The resounding applause is for Alexa? Thank goodness the general population is on my side. Blake, we love you, but this Chanel number is not for you. In fact, Alexa Chung will forever be superior to you in every single way.

I apologize profusely.

Perhaps it's due to her awkwardly cool stance, long skinny limbs, or her ever fabulous hair.

Yes, it's definitely all three.

Ever-lovin',

-G.M.M.

Doreen Taking a Ride

This is not my ride, this is somebody else's.

I think it's a fabulous photo, but I'm mildly concerned about the suited man in the background.

Jeeze Louise, I sure wish I was this kid.

First of all, she has fabulous hair, a cute dress, and is somehow allowed to ride alligators.

Those sure were the Roaring Twenties.

13 Days

Happy almost Halloween folkies.

For the special occasion I'm thinking of being a Hell's Angel. Leather hot pants, jean vest, fake Ed Hardy tattoos.

Pretty much got it down pat.

Now to only make it weather and school administrative proof...

Thump Thump [Goes My Heart]

Vegetarian pigs in a blanket should not exist.

Nor should the fruit flies that are sashaying from the kitchen into my bedroom.

Ick. I've spent all day trying to catch them.

Nor should this heinous dance essay that I've been trying to write all day.

Who cares about why it still exists in the 21 century? I certainly don't.

Inked

Tattoos I'd love to have, but would be killed for getting.

[No Mom, this is not a teenage revolt. I will not regret this in thirty years. Okay... the Kanye one I might. But the dancing Jesus one is actually too funny.]

I've wanted one since I was about six and also had the dream of driving a motorcycle. That dream is gone [I think of safety now], but I'd still love to puncture my skin with needles and permanent ink. Hmm... funny.

Behind the ear, wrist, hip, or foot.

Perhaps when I'm eighteen, and my family can't kill me or kick me out.

Pessimist.

Abandoned hospitals. Like scenes from horror movies.

Crash and burn my mattress bed.

No sleep for the weak, a week of sleep.

Die, end, near, walls.

Namesake

Artist Laurie Simmons makes fabulous creations avec dolls and household objects.

C'est magnifique!

Adaaapt

So it's for sure now, The Perks of Being a Wallflower is indeed in the works to become a film.

Logan Lerman of Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief is set to star, and Emma Watson has tentatively signed. The author, Stephen Chbosky is set to adapt AND direct, with John Malkovich producing.

Call me crazy, but it sounds like it's gonna be pretty kick-ass.

And way true to the book, too.

Sam?

Charlie

Ra[v/g]e Reviews

How true it is. Perhaps that's why we have to add sea monsters and zombies to instigate reactions and readers.

You Put the Telly in Intelligence

I used to be gifted once. I'm not really sure what happened though.

Perhaps it was once I stopped wearing flood pants and twine in my hair. Or when I put down my Lord of the Flies and Wheel of Time books and started watching Gossip Girl.

Or maybe it was Facebook that ruined me.

Maybe cutting my hair caused a depletion in brain cells. Or flipping my part to the other side.

Or maybe I just got older, and wise enough to know better than to be gifted.

Gifted isn't intelligence I've found, it's just thinking differently.

Regardless of what it is, please folks, don't eat Gifties.

All Of My Friends Are Not Dead.

:c

Oh Sh!t

The lack of posts on my blog disgusts me.

Every so often I visit it in hopes that some magical Blog Fairy will have waved her magic wand at my webpage and created more posts. Instead, I only create one more blog hit. Which doesn't even count, because it was myself who created it.

Currently, I am sitting in the den with my roommate who is attempting to reconstruct a knee joint out of clay and felt. A friend texted to ask what her joint looked at, so I told her to take a picture of an actual joint and send it. http://www.shivashantiseeds.com/images/normal-joint.jpg Needless to say, the stupid friend thought it was an actual anatomical joint we were describing, and is now probably scratching her head.

Themes.

So I just found out that my high school is having a junior dance with the theme of.. JERSEY SHORE. I've never seen the show in my life, but I definitely know that it is not something we want our future generations watching, nevertheless dressing up as!

Besides what can they do, fake tan and wear black hair extensions? Mmmm, class!

[We all know that fell out of style like, six years ago anways~ ala Christina Aguilera and Nicky Hilton.]

Cool dance theme!

Uncool dance theme.

W. Shakes

Shakespeare is a big bum when you have to write an essay saying why he should no longer be read in schools.

With no form of inspiration I am forced to turn to a fabric giraffe on my desk as a muse.

Tomorrow, dear Giraffe, this assignment must be done.

Grief is Like an Alligator-Skin Bag

GAH!

You know when you're sitting there, contemplating the wonders of life, and then BAM! this pile of grief just hits you like a ton of bricks? Well gosh darn, that just happened to me!

Not grief as in the type that someone gives you when you give them the wrong pudding cup, but the type like Happy Feet felt in the movie when he's in the zoo and is hallucinating his family. That's a horrible type of grief. And, though I am not a penguin [ :c ], I can totally imagine what it's like. Minus the hallucination, people staring at me through glass, and being in a zoo not indigenous to me. But whatever.

So I'm all like sitting here and stuff and then I started craving popcorn. Which happens often, though not as much as lasagna.

So yeah, sitting here and then BAM! like a ton of bricks!

I was with my bes' fran this one time at the mall, just chillin' on a bench when she went to get some popcorn- that really groovy kind from Kernels with the Tex-Mex seasoning or whatever. [It's way good, you should get yourself some.] She bought it, we made small talk about popcorn, and then continued on with our teenaged lives assessing passerby's fashion and the latest Teen Vogue.

Well gee whiz, do I ever miss that popcorn and that girl!!

I read her blog a little while ago.

www.sequins-and-class.blogspot.com

She's lovely.

But she doesn't update very often.

Kind of like myself.

But she's much lovelier.

Love to your mother.

-G.M.M.

The pain I feel isn't quite like seeing an acquaintance made into a human-skinned satchel, but it is surprisingly close!