Bad Day

I feel like a lot of times blogs tend to be dominated by posts either about some inspiration or how the blogger had a majorly sucky day. This is the latter.

I don't really feel like going through the list of things that happened today because I don't care to justify my mood, to anyone, ever. I just need some time with my pillow & pile of blankets.

Normally I would tune my iPod to some Nirvana or Blink but I'm not in the mood for wallowing. So instead I'm turning up the La Roux, MPHO, and Priscilla Renea. Plus, M burned me some quality *NSYNC.

Saving Face

I'm a bit sick. Not at all like when Alex had some rare stream of pneumonia, but my throat hurts and my head feels 10 pounds heavier than last week. Nothing is going well; my tea selection is terrible, I'm out of honey and that blue tylenol stuff, and the worst part, I new it was coming but I didn't stop it. Why? Sometimes is nice to have an excuse to stay home and do nothing, plus hearing people cough and everything when they're sick grosses me out. I know that if I sound like that, I wouldn't want people to hear me. So today, I'll chill out and do physics homework, but I'll be back by tomorrow. Hopefully.

Here's a short from last night's SNL with Megan Fox. Enjoy!

Post Secret Sunday

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TFLN

(870): I have a drunk 6th sense to lyrics of songs i dont know. It only works when i dance..

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Ooh, Versace

Cheeky, racy & shiny. Mmm, yes please.

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House of Holland

House of Holland

I know what you're thinking. She's gone mad. Why would she post this ridiculous outfit on the blog. But come on. Does no one else see it?

I would hope Alex, Lilia and hopefully even our good friend M see the resemblance to our most viewed (maybe not for alex.. harry potter..) movie of all time, Mean Girls. You know.. the scene where Janice cuts circles in the chest area of Regina's white wife beater, such that her purple bra is easily visible. Come on. Remember?

Jeremy Scott

I know this collection has been seriously hated on recently, but I love it. Jeremy Scott, I adore you. Plus, I wore my hair like that until like high school. It was my party look.

Post Secret Sunday

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There's one in all of us

I'm so pumped for this.

TFLN

(410): you are the weird ass hat to my lady gaga

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Of Montreal

In honor of my trip to see them in NYC Friday night, here is Id Engager, from Of Montreal

Wacky, or Wise?

I just read an article on one of my favorite news/pop-culture blogs, Jezebel, about a woman making her living by being a "sex surrogate." And I have conflicting feelings about the whole ordeal. Here's the low-down. According to The Sun (Brit tabloid), Mare Simone is a "sexual healer" who helps men to be better in bed. And, by her logic, she is therefore doing these men's significant others a favor, as well. The Sun attempts to make her out to look like she just sleeps with all her clients, and jumps pretty quickly into her defense of why she is not a prostitute, but towards the end the whole profession appears slightly less, well, sketchy. Of her estimated 10,000 clients, Mare guesses she's had intercourse with about 1,500 men, some while their significant other watched.

Mulling this over, I'm just made uncomfortable in general by this whole idea. I feel like a lot of the therapy could be done minus the sex, if only for the fact that, to me, this is some weird kind of cheating. But I'm sure The Sun sells more copies of this story if a woman is LEGALLY SELLING SEX as opposed to being just another sex therapist. By the way, this is apparently very common in the US?

Thoughts?

Wallaby

Now, I don't know about you, but a pretty sizeable part of my day is spent thinking about food. I'm not some sort of crazy food addict or anything, but i certainly do appreciate a nice hearty meal, or just a good snack, for that matter. 

Furthermore, since traveling to Paris, France a few years back, I have been searching high and low for the perfect yogurt. You see, in France, they have yummy flavors like apple, and pear, pre-mixed for you (non of this fruit on the bottom nonsense), and, frankly, it's one of the most delicious things ever.

So I have finally found the perfect yogurt. It's called Wallaby, and costs the standard 99 cents at the grocer's. Not only that, but Wallaby comes in some of the most exciting and delicious flavors I've ever seen. Some of my favorites are Lemon, Key Lime, and Peach. But true to yogurt form, they also have the standard blueberry, raspberry, strawberry and vanilla. The citrus-ey flavors aren't too tart, but just the right flavor, and the standard yogurt taste, ya know the one i mean?, is muted in Wallaby, so that it doesn't taste like you're eating sour milk.

Plus, who doesn't enjoy a nice Kangaroo graphic on their breakfast? Enjoy!

Fashion Week (So Far)

I really cannot say that I've been following Fashion Week intently, but I have flipped through some snapshots of the shows, and even I have picked out a few faves.

So far, Diane von Furstenberg's collection is my favorite. Usually I'm not a fan of cuffs, but I found myself wanting these.

Alexander Wang's sporty collection was full of sweatshirt material mixed with sheer fabrics, but this piece really caught my eye.

Derek Lam presented several loves, such as this, this and especially this.

And Jason Wu's collection was a plethora of winners. Seriously, I can't narrow it down.



I'm sure Carolyn will have a better break down of New York's Fashion Week, once she digs herself out from under her pile of work.

If you think you can roll...

It's a catch-up/college application Sunday, pretty chill over all. And I'm in the mood for some beats from the turn of the millenia, a time when midriff-baring tops paired with huge pants were THE look.

Mya, Case of the Ex (2000)


TLC, No Scrubs (2001)


Toya, I Do (2001)