I HATE BLONDE

Maybe a little too much instagramming this week, but i’m sure it will be a verb in webster’s very soon. My first official week of summer and it feels so good! Although these days of absolute freedom will be short-lived, i’m enjoying them still. I feel like this week was filled with a lot of magic — cotton candy, butterflies, a full moon, ponies, tattoos and make-up. I feel like a little girl sitting at her mother’s vanity, she can barely see herself in the mirror and doesn’t know how to apply the lipstick right… but she’s still trying.

Sometimes my mind races into the future when I have ample and abundant free time. I start make grandiose plans for my life that usually have no grounding in what I actually want. That’s the hard thing with fashion/blogging/etc… The world/internet can get you thinking you want one thing, when you really want nothing of the sort. I know I love documenting/writing/blogging/photographing everything… but after a week of fashion events/shoots, I get antsy for something else.

The only cure? A grand pile of books. Books that have nothing to do with fashion/the internet or a blog. It’s there that I learn the most, get my best ideas and come out feeling fresh.

xx

Blowing white clouds, getting high on the summer night sky. Roses really smell like vanilla blonde sunshine. Change your hair, change your state of mind, and dress like you belong in a lisa frank stickerbook.

Working all weekend, but I’ll catch up with you Sunday night.

kisses 

xo

Don’t toss your thin mints conservatives, but word on the yellow brick road is that… OBAMA SUPPORTS GAY MARRIAGE. 

Hot Dog. It’s about this rainbow orange cream free world had a leader who’s actually has a brain. If you don’t like gay marriage, don’t get gay married. Why make it your business to make sure other people don’t get their happiness? Have your straight cake and eat it. If you don’t want a piece of the rainbow goodness, don’t take a bite. It’s exactly the same case.. if you don’t like #chocolate don’t eat chocolate… if #vanilla isn’t your flavor, don’t go there etc etc etc… And since Obama’s wife basically has a man’s body (or at least arms), I’m sure he relates.

That’s what’s great about living in a “free world” or a “democratic society,” we have the freedom to do as we please, as long as it doesn’t fuck shit up too badly or infringe on other’s right. Please leave your comments bellow if you can come up with ways that other people’s gay marriage is going to ACTUALLY somehow infringe upon your straight one.

That is all.

Thank you.

xx

A castle in the sky, a tree-house in the forest; I’m just looking for a place to belong. Spotting a deer from the corner of your eye from underneath you hat and winking back at nature. Pizza lunchable picnics in the forest and cross-woven blankets. Apple lemonade, pink and blue straws for me and you. Nothing is coincidental, it’s just fate.

Go out and play.

xx

You are who you love, and everything in between. You even are what you love, and whatever you love more is what you project to the world. Sometimes (often), you don’t know what or who you love. So you’re an open book, a soul blowing in the wind, ready and willing to try anything and everything to fill it.

Because of course, if you have a soul, you have a hole. And if you don’t know what to fill that inner space with, it’s a lurking emptiness that reoccurs when you least except. Some things (and people) will fill it temporary, but it doesn’t stick. If you’re lucky, you’ll find something lasting before you pass, and with it, the grandest sense of serenity.

xx

I’m blogging to you from my bed today — No, it’s not because I have a “Cinco De Mayo” hangover (#trashy ).. but because I was up at noon (so #earlyz) getting my ASS KICKED by quite possibly the best female trainer I’ve ever met…who happens to have just left the navy.

I put on my matching nike workout outfit, almost forgot my pink boxing gloves and headed to starbucks. Accidentally order a grande, (#noregrets) and walked to the gym. When I saw that we had a women trainer for our noon boxing class today, I had a SUPER stereotypical sexist moment and felt a sigh of relief — “this workout is going to be easy peazy lemon female squeezey….”

I was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO wrong!!! She had us running laps in and out of the boxing bags, duck walking, crawling, squatting, squat-jumping and finding creative ways to make our body weight feel like thousands of pounds all over the place. Then we divided into teams to run suicides until I almost puked my soy chai tea latte. That was followed by a serious of “burn-out” boxing sessions, where the whole point of was to actually kill yourself. Then we planked for like 15+ minutes… (I will be able to play tick tac toe on my abs if I keep this up…)

None-the-less, it was somehow chic and productive sunday morning. Now I’m in bed… because I deserve to be here.. bitches.

xx

Yes it’s true, I dyed my hair blonder so my brain cells could expand. My nails are teal and baby pink so I can pretend I am constantly on an episode of my little pony. And yes it’s true, that is a KFC Chicken bucket on my finger. Suck it.

have a good weekend ponies, get wild.. put stamps on your booties!

xx

Did you want to fall into a platinum slumber? Where things aren’t really as they seem? Teal leopard print kisses, unicorn hair, studs and starey-eyed girls. Platinum yum. 

These images were created by the beautiful and magical: darkvice . You should all go check out her visually yummy blog! xx

It was fear that kept me from living in the real world; And if was being fearless that made me blonde.

photos by Justin Markin

As I sit here, hiding in the corner of a coffee shop in the gold coast, listening to nicki minaj and looking at pictures of ponies instead of studying, I am deeply saddened. I finally decided to take a break from my dreamland of styling and sketching to give the bio book a try… I look over the study guide and see that it covers 20 chapters.

No, I’m not sad that I have to learn 20 chapters of information.. (bitch can put in work), but what does sadden me is that we spent only two months covering all this information. We barely got to go into depth with ANYTHING! We browsed through and gave everything from the origin of species to global climate change a surface job. Sure, I can define all these terms, but we never go into what they really mean. 

It’s sad, but this is American University life for you. Everyone just doing the bare minimal.. even the educators. The same is true for all my other classes, just a rim job. (Except for South African history.. that man can PREACH!) And I actually learned a fuck-ton in his class, got involved, can name every country in Africa & its capital and actually feel like I did something/can do something. It’s sad that the greater whole isn’t like this, I’d like a more engaging education.. but you can only put so much into it. If your educator is lazy as shit, you’re not going to want to do much on your end. And thus, the cycle is created and countited.  blonde sigh.