:)

just got back from some thrifting with myke. found the most amazing stuff! and each different color tag was 50 or 75% off. yay! amazing jackets and button down blouses a'la ms. mosshart. pictures to come. i really need to get a camera! anyway heres a crappy photo booth pic...super cute vintage blazer/jacket with this awesome embossing on the shoulders. im in love. and for only $2.00. im a cheap date. buy me.

(grrrr...these pictures do it no justice!)


huge boyfriend blazer with big deep pockets!
(why yes, i do have photo shoots in my room)

but shes always a woman to me.

my best friend.

i want you to be crazy baby...

rock stars.

new hair. (ehhh...) but im rocking it. i originally went in wanting to look like penelope cruz...girly glamorous and pretty. after my hairdresser basically told me no i decided to rebel and go the other way. so after spending $200 to get my hair done i took scissors to it only a few hours later and chopped some bangs. its very do-it-yourself rocker so im happy.

this is my best friend myke and i before the kills concert. i have the hugest girl crush on alison mosshart. she looked ridiculously amazing and was just such a bad ass on stage. if i could trade lives with one person, it would most likely be her. she's amazing and has the worlds most perfect style. go google her. ill be doing a blog on her later and her style. shes the kate moss of rock and roll (myke told me im not allowed to make up these sort of analogies.) but believe me...she is.

i touched her jeans and myke almost stole her shoe. it was awesome.

theres gotta be more to life.

nerd.

im wearing my glasses today. and sitting in the library alone. with no phone. doing statistics homework and writing a blog.

what has my life turned into?

no sleep til rittenhouse?

oh what a weekend! last night went to making time at pure with my bests and had a ball. ran into the usual people from every freaking hipster ass party. around 2, my friend molly got kicked out because she couldn't stand and the bouncer asked her to say the alphabet backwards!! um hello!? can you??? to which he replied no he can't even do it but that she still can't stay. (i have since memorized it.) then we all made our way back to molly's plus a few extras.

ended up drinking, partying, and watching molly freestyle and rap til 6am, at which point her neighbor knocked on her door and kindly reminded us that "it's fucking 6 o clock in the fucking morning." thanks sir, but i have no where to be at 6 am silly!

fast forward 2 hours and the four of us (the quad.) is back at ten stone this weekend, getting our morning drink on. drunk we stumbled over to rittenhouse park to meet a bunch of friends. the park was packed! to which i replied, SUMMER IN THE CITY!!!! we layed out, played frisbees, tried to do handstands, and all complained as to how fucking hot it was. after all the cigarettes were gone around 5, we all parted ways. im currently dead.

already, i can tell...this is going to be a fucking amazing summer!

glowsticks and fake proposals.

so this weekend, my best friend myke and i went out for some cheap-ass PBRs and a night of dancing. it was basically urban outfitters + a dance floor. oh, and i think i have a serious crush on a closeted gay man. anywho, we didn't get home til after 4:30. after our night at the bar, myke and i lingered over to the gay bar tavern...and THEN made our way to the gay club pure. it was freaking $40 for the 3 of us to get in. no wonder i have problems finding straight men.

putting the fact that i had spent $100 in one night, i actually had a ball dancing the night away in a techno, glow-stick filled dance floor. for the record, i have never seen so many shirtless guys in one room.


while my friend meg and i made our way through the gay bars, we found it to be a great idea to tell everyone we were "together." on a whim, while in the bathroom we told everyone waiting in line that we recently got engaged and are going to vermont soon to get married! everyone erupted in applause and a journalist actually approached us! she even informed us that we could get married in new jersey, but meg and i decided a road trip was sooooo much more romantic. however, while at pure, i got hit on a lot by black men. somehow, they weren't buying the whole lesbian thing. damn you!

i wish you woulda put yourself in my suitcase.

and we both go together if one falls down.