Two things. Obviously. :D

First item of business at hand...

I'M BACK FROM CALIFORNIA!

Goodness. I love LA. And FIDM. What a wonderful place.

For those of you that managed to completely miss something, I was in California for a few days (okay, try six) in this little town they call Los Angeles visiting this college for a three day thing. No biggie. Oh. And I went to Disneyland, too.

I'm not sure which is worse: that I'm going to be a senior and I was ridiculously excited to go to Disneyland, or that I might have been more excited to go to Disneyland than to FIDM.

Either way, here's some pictures...

Day One (well, not counting the day we flew in): FIDM's Three Days of Fashion and then Disneyland. And two hours of traffic getting there and an hour getting back.

Day Two: FIDM's Three Days of Fashion and then Universal City Walk. And dinner at Samba, with a ridiculously attractive waiter who MIGHT have been flirting with me.

Day Three: FIDM's Three Days of Fashion and then Disneyland.

Days Four and Five: Disneyland, California Adventure (we saw Aladdin at the Hyperion Theater TWICE!). And World of Color was AMAZING. Seriously. Go see it. Disney's not even paying me to endorse it.

Star Tours... First ride we went on. Because, one, I'm a HUUUGE Star Wars fan. And, two, they're re-making it. So it needed to be done.

(Wearing, though you can't see it, a Boston concert tee, 2008; striped shorts, PacSun; locket, Forever21; and COACH sneaker, that cost a small fortune and gave me blisters.)

Marilyn Monroe made out of a disgustingly ridiculous amount of jellybeans. Holy cow, Batman.

Cheesecake. At Starbucks. I love Universal City Walk.

And a giant shrimp. This is ironic. Because I hate seafood. And the thought of a person in a shrimp suit kind of freaks me out. Look closely. I'm TERRIFIED.

(Wearing a burnout tee from PacSun; striped shorts, also from PacSun; necklace, thrifted; white sandals, Ann Taylor Loft; and my bag is a no-namer.)

Day three of workshops: Draping the Dress. No sewing, just pins. Woohoo.

I'm wearing a white Hanes tee (LOVE 'em), Forever21 striped skirt, and a FOX Racing Co. sweater. Oh. And Ann Taylor Loft sandals. But you can't see those.

Annnnnnnnnnnd...

NICK VERREOS. From season two of Project Runway.

I suck at taking candids. I make anyone and everyone look unattractive, even if they're adorable in real life. Like Nick.

And his model, Amanda Fields, season three of Project Runway. She's a doll. And RIDICULOUSLY tall.

AND THERE'S ME! Amanda loved me outfit, liked the mixed prints. And Nick liked my shoes. YESSSSS. My life is complete.

OH. BUT WAIT.

Cute prom picture. 

He smells amazing. For the record.

All three.

On the Tea Cups ride. Wearing a purple top from Kohl's, I believe, American Eagle shorts, and the white Ann Taylor Loft sandals, which managed to escape being pictured the entire trip. Sneaky.

So. There you have it. That's about it. My six-day trip in picture. Mind you, I lost my camera for the duration of the trip under one of the seats in the rental car and had to use my dad's.

Second item on the agenda...

Are you ready for this?

Get ready.

Wait for it.

I'm going to be on the Teen Vogue Snapshot Blog.

Okay. Go ahead and scream now.

I'm SO excited. :D

JULY 16th.

The end.




Also, one more thing. I watched "The Proposal." Finally. Ryan Reynolds is SUPER cute.




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moooooooooooore pictures. i know. it's ridiculous.

More pictures, taken by my bestest friend.

I'm making a cute face.

Oh, hello.

Ha. It's like a senior picture.

She said to make an Asian face...

Me being model-y and rockstar-ish.

This one's my profile picture on Facebook. I love it.

Outfit: tank (worn underneath blazer), Robin K (borrowed); blazer, Forever21; tie-dye jeans, originals from PacSun, tie-dyed by yours truly with bleach; bracelet, thrifted; flats; Zigi Soho, from Journey's.

Enjoy?

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"South Pacific" pictures.

Just a few pictures to put up at the moment... Enjoy! There will be more coming soon!

 This is the end of "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair." I'm the one in the solid green tie top on the left. Woohoo.

Backstage. This is "Dinah-Saur," but it looks a bit "Bad Romance"-esque.

I promise I'm wearing a shirt. Super attractive, I know.

This is my favorite one. Me with Greg, who plays Lieutenant Cable, making our super attractive faces. This is just a really attractive cast, you know? Haha.

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it's that time of year, i guess.

So, apparently, the spring season is rolling around. Someone ought to let the Washington weather know. It's been rainy all day, but I guess it's sunny now.

Last Sunday, actually, was quite beautiful and sunny, so I decided to wash the family cars (there's three and they all have names-- Miss Amy, Juliet, and The Diva). So, to pay me for my work, I asked my mom to buy me this skirt that I've been drooling over at Urban Outfitter's. Seriously. I love this skirt. I've been watching it since November.

Here's the skirt's online picture.

Here's me, taking a really awful picture with my phone. I look like I'm concentrating SO hard. The blue shirt is Gap, I believe. I've never worn it. The skirt is, obviously, UO, and the belt is Charlotte Russe.

And, today, after a Saturday rehearsal for the show, I went to Kohl's with my friend, partly because I didn't want to be home, partly because I wanted to shop. I've kind of got a thing for tuxedo shoes/oxford shoes. I found a pair, marked down to $18.99 and, what can I say, it was fate. I bought them.

 They're kind of fabulous, no?

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More model pictures!

She just put up some new ones on Facebook.

These are back at my house, either in the back (with the patio, rocks, or staircase) or out in front of the garage. 

 This one is my new favorite. I'm going to make it my profile picture on FB, probably. And you can see the reflection of the treadmill in the background. Hooray!

Red dress: B. Darlin. Checkered jacket: borrowed, label says "Cross Country Fashions." Gold bracelet: thrifted. Ankle boots: Charles Albert, from alloy.com.

AC/DC Shirt: borrowed, no label. Blue tank: American Eagle Outfitters. Leggings: Forever 21. Aslan Bag: Thrifted. Shoes: White House|Black Market. Gold bracelet: Thrifted.

And this is my eye. Crazy color, no?

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New model pictures.

I have this friend who quite enjoys taking pictures, so on Tuesday morning, me and my friends found ourselves at a skate park and a plain old park with a couple cameras. These are some of the better ones. I guess I'll post more when she posts them.

This is my profile picture on Facebook. I love it.

I'm actually looking at the camera this time...

I'm wearing lace tights, booties from Urban Outfitters, a hot pink top from Goodwill (hooray!), the skirt from my orchestra outfit, a Forever 21 blazer, gold cuff from Goodwill, and a Forever 21 necklace.

You like?

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Just some new guidelines for dressing I thought I ought to share.

I go to school and am amazed by what some girls wear. Low-cut shirts, too short skirts, and ridiculous heels. Seriously, what is up with that? If you've got to dress a certain way to attract a guy, news flash, he's probably not worht it.

Okay, anyways, here's the "guidelines" I promised...

1. Girls, please cover yourselves. You may think your bra is cute, your friends may think it's cute, and your boyfriend may want to see it, but I sure don't. Your shirts should not be so low as to show everything you've got. What do you think the guys are doing when they stand at the top of the stairwells and look down? Do you honestly think they're looking for their friends? No, they're staring down your shirts.
2. Pants should not be so tight as to the point of being unable to breathe. Really. When your pants are vacuum-sealed to your thighs, it not only looks trashy, but it gives you, dare I say it, a muffin top. Even on skinny people. Just don't do it.
3. And, while on the subject of pants, please, pull them up. I, among others, do not care what your underwear looks like.This goes for both boys and girls. Look, just pull your pants up over your butt, and it's all good.
4. Don't dress like an "Aber-zombie," and by this, I mean, don't wear all Abercrombie or Hollister or American Eagle and try to pretend like you have style. Doing so only shows a lack of creativity. 
5. Don't dress like Lady Gaga in public. EVER. Unless you're going to a Halloween party, on Halloween. Don't try to pass off your lingerie as outerwear as an outfit. It's not.
6. Scene: the fashion movement. I don't understand. It's just... No. Wash that crap out of your hair your hair, wash your face, and put on some normal clothes.
7. It's not unheard of to bathe on a regular basis.
8. Like 1 and 3, underwear is meant to be worn under your clothes. It should stay there. Meaning that the rest of the world should not be able to see it.
9. Please do not advertise for designers on your chest. I'm pretty they make enough money as is without their name written across your shirt. Or your bag. Or your butt.
10. Don't dress like a whore, rapper,or anything to that effect. Contrary to popular belief, it's not attractive.

I believe that's all. I had a conversation with someone the other day. This is what we came up with.

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Valentine's Day: the rant. Or rather, my upcoming Valentine's Day and who I wish my Valentine was.

I've always been the tall girl. You know, that one girl who is taller than all of the boys in second grade, who towers awkwardly over all her adorably petite friends. The girl who doesn't dance (well, not in public) because she's too darn awkward and her limbs would be all over the place.

Yeah. That's me.

Because I was taller than all the guys until ninth grade, I never had a Valentine. Okay, lies. In seventh grade, this obnoxious guy asked me to be his Valentine (seven times, I believe); I said no because he was icky. But I digress. I've never had a Valentine. I'm not really the kind of girl that all the guys just go crazy for. That would be my short friends. But I'm not bitter. No... I'm just the sarcastic, blunt, honest, ridiculously funny, albeit tall girl who all the guys find to be a friend. And now, even when I'm now shorter than all my guy friends... I still don't have a Valentine.


Granted, I'm not bitter. I'm not angry. And I'm not upset. I mean, what does someone's Valentine do? Call them? Go out to dinner with them? Go rollerskating? Eat cookies? Watch movies together? Honestly, I do not know.


Now, that said, if a certain someone were to ask me to be his Valentine, I would gladly accept, no questions asked. Who, you may ask, is this "certain someone"? No, it's not Logan Lerman (good Lord, if I did know him...), nor is it Nick Hoult (although I do indeed adore him). Okay, fine, it isn't my new Canadian obsession, Fraser Walters, either (and if you haven't heard him sing, you're seriously missing out. He's gorgeous and he can sing like an angel).

My special someone has, quite possibly, the nerdiest name ever. But it's adorable. And he's got a twin, albeit a fraternal twin, but I think he's the cuter one, to tell you the truth. He's got this big brown eyes, blonde hair, and, gosh, he's tall, too. He does swim and dive for the school team. He's a year older than me, but he's in my Physics class and has Calculus the period after me-- I swear, I'm not a stalker. The only other first year Calc class besides my fourth period class is fifth period. Oh, and, come to think of it, I'm pretty sure he was in my Pre-Calc class year. Might have sat in front of me (wow, go me... way to be observant).


Oh. And his name is Doug.


I plan on spending my Valentine's day in Seattle, because I want to go shopping. I need a new skirt. But, basically, I don't plan on doing anything cutesy and romantic for my Valentine's Day because, as mentioned before, I don't have anyone to spend my Valentine's Day with and it's never really been my favorite holiday. Granted, my experience last year wasn't amazing-- my dog died the day before. Needless to say, it wasn't a great day. I spent the better half of the morning with my brother, playing with his Legos, trying to avoid thinking about it.

I'm honestly not sure what I've been trying to say here, quite frankly.

But yeah. I'm not big on Valentine's Day.


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