Thursday, February 4, 2016

Boys



Some boys are so perfect. And yet they commit the imperfection of just not captivating you.

Some boys are highly imperfect. And yet they haunt your brainspace so often that they start defying your natural human egotism and its tendency to only think about its own self, forever.

Sometimes you fall in love. You laugh at how ridiculous it all is.
Because you can fall in love with the drugaddict
The dude that kisses like a slob
The one that is ugly as shit
The narcissitic nerd fuck
The one that's never ever spoken to you
The one that makes you suffer ever so much

And yet you love them.

You know what I find alarming about this? I've only fallen in love with five boys in my life.
And I'm afraid I love each of 'em still.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Night life



Things taste different when had under starlight. And by “taste“ I mean feel, look, hear, impress.


Thoughts appear like vivid realities. We think it to be an actual possibility that we'll read all the books and then somehow learn ourselves out of being flat and predictable people.

Theaters work their magic at nighttime. So do jazz concerts. We get drunk and high when the sunlight is gone partly because we have hope during those hours that this will somehow lead unto charmingly funny stories.

Insomnia hits at night not because those are the times when we are supposed to sleep, but because they are the times when we dream the most.

Food tastes better, in spite of our knowledge about how calories kick the hardest when you don't have a number of hours of activity to burn them through.

Kissing feels less awkward. In fact, it feels sorta magical. The saliva on your chin isn't as terrible. Your Mom is less likely to recognize you if she drives through that park. 

You feel thinner and your pimples tend to dissappear.

Revolution appears attainable and doesn't even scare you.

Life seems wonderful.

And then the sun comes up.

Good news: It can sometimes be pretty cheersome during the day.

Monday, February 1, 2016

My life in pop culture

This is clearly a very old picture, as most 20 year olds won‘t be found too easily wearing school uniforms.
I‘m reading and falling in love with Kurt Vonnegut and his sadly beautiful black humour. I tried reading Jeffrey Eugenide‘s The Marriage Plot and found it to be worse than The Virgin Suicides and a few universes and parallel dimensions worse than Middlesex (hearts.)

I‘m watching Twin Peaks and craving more David Lynch. I also watched The Revenant and Hateful Eight to find them, erm, sufferable. Sad fall for my Tarantino love.

Listening to a lot of reggeaton. Not at all classy or hipstery as my previous pop culture life dimensions. In case your anglo butt doesn‘t know what I‘m talking about, think Pitbull, or Google search Daddy Yankee, Don Omar, Nicky Jam. Guilty pleasure much.

On the subject of podcasts, one called Marxism Today. Dear readers, this is one high browed and very beautifully left winged blog writer you have here.

What else.

Ah, yes, I‘m writing this entry from the lands of Spain. You know, where rain falls mellow on the plain.
I wanted to write an entry a day during February, just like last year, but I‘m thinking this Spain thing is going to make it a little bit harder than I thought.

Adios, amores,
Ana

Sunday, January 24, 2016

For the purest love of lists

      
Lists give Ana the illusion of efficiency, happyness, and control. Here are a number of lists that Ana and the readers of yours trully could enjoy elaborating:

1) To do
2) Things I‘m greatful for
3) People I love the most and can trust unconditionally
4) Memories that make me happy
5) What I love about my body
6) Things my dream home would have
7) How to be a better person
8) How to be an interesting person
9) How to make life interesting
10) 16 concrete things to do in 2016
11) 16 Abstract goals for 2016
12) Books to read before some pseudo intelectual asks me if I‘ve read it
13) Things I want to learn
14) Instruments I would love to play
15) Places where I can‘t die withot having had sex at
16) Bad habits that I must quit
17) Movies that I must watch before some pseudo intellectual asks me what I thought about them
18) How to be happy
19) How to make your mother happy
20) How to make this world a better place

Any suggestions or additions my beloved readers would care to make?


Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Picnic Stories


August 2014.
One of my dearest friend's birthdays was coming up, and so were a million due dates.
We were High School seniors
which entailed a "privilege" where we could leave school during lunch hour, 
on the condition that we would be back by the start of our next class.

I had a wonderful idea but a million due dates.



1) Skip class that day. Mom and Dad shouldn't know about this, so I woke up at the normal, heart-breaking hour of 6.30 am, put on my school uniform, but rode my bike to a nearby Starbucks instead of  the institution that expected me.
2) Breaking the rules is fun. Starbucks isn't. Working on a History paper during the wee hours isn't either.
3) At 11 am, I rode my bike to a nearby supermarket. I bought frosting, muffins, lots of sweets and salts, a birthday crown, candles. 
4) At 11.30 am, I called the pizza parlor. They had a 2x1 deal but on the condition that I went to the store to get my cheese 'n' sauce covered bread.
5) At 12 pm, I was back home, frosting the muffins, puffing into balloons.
6) I wasn't there to give complete faith of it, but the story goes that five other friends kidnapped my friend June and brought her to my house on a friend's car. The story makes sense, as that was the plan I had so astutely connived. June was blindfolded and had no idea where she was going.
7) June arrived at my home. 
8) We sang happy birthday and ate lots of crap.
9) That night, we got shitfaced and all Friendshiplandia lived happily ever after.


The end.



Thursday, December 24, 2015

How do you picture yourself in old age?


My sweet ole mother says she imagines her life's twilight in a retirement home, sharing a room with her sister (who has impeccable taste and will make of retirement-home-life oh so exquisite.) All of this is biologically unlikely, as my dad has got far better life-expectancy genes than my mom.

But whatever.

Old age is not something that worries me at 20.

But then, if I could choose

at an old age I would have a bunchload of grandchildren, a beach house, or maybe a country house, I'd still be working but at an easy pace. Hopefully I'll no longer live in Chile.


Honestly, I think I want it to be pretty much the same life I'm going to have at 20, 30, 40, and 50. Sweet, surrounded by people and places I love, and relatively busy.

So there.

What about you?

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Venice


 More analogues of my trip to Europe. I promise I'll be back to full fledged blogging soon.

XOXO


Monday, December 14, 2015

Creations


These are pictures of scrapbook pages I made in yonder the times of 9th grade. A time of obsession for the stuff.

We all go through said obsessions. The itch to create, to feel that some way or another we are leaving a mark on the world, is almost universal. Some do it through enviable Instagram pages, some through beautifully threaded poems, some through mindfucking academia, some 16 year old Anas do it cutting and pasting paper and pictures into scrapbook pages.

I spent so much time and money on scrapbooking. It can seem ridiculous.

But the obsessed know that there's no such thing.


Anyhow, I've begun a summer journal and apparently my hands have lost the knack of creativity because omg it's looking ugly. I resorted to Tumblr for help and created a page dedicated solely to papery inspiration ( prettyjournaling.tumblr.com ) and all along I feel like I should stop dedicating stupid time to paper things that not even I see and just share shtuff with you guys. <3 br="" nbsp=""> Anyways, if you can redirect me to help or help me yourselves with the journaling thangs I would be thankful.

Love,
Ana

Monday, December 7, 2015

Turkey




Not quite sure why I'd never shared my analogues from the Eurotrip last year. I'll be uploading them by bits as of now I've got no time to blog :( Sadness abounds. But I pinky promise that this madness will soon be over.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Home is Underrated


Tumblr is a virtual, communal ode to a few things:

Sex.
Aesthetics.
Travelling.

(The list is a lot longer, but, given that I'm of the hipster niche of Tumblr, even if I tried to complete this list it wouldn't be representative. Let's just bump everthing else into aesthetics and move on to the topic of this blog post.)

Travelling is overrated.

Yes, this is coming from the absurdly privileged burgeois girl that has literally been on all continents and on many more than once. I have traipsed a ridiculous number of miles in only 20 years and 20 days, and it has been awesome but honestly all I want right now is to

stay.

My life motto as of late has been the beauty of the microscopic surpasses infintely that of the macroscopic and with that emblem on my chest I am discovering that no longer do I need to find the new, more, different, but rather, I want to dwelve into the comfort of the places I know. More accurately still, I want to rediscover and examine the details of the places I thought I knew and discover that there's beauty still, always, forever.

Thrill < Calm

After too much travelling, all I want to do is stay.

Monday, November 23, 2015

Hi


*Pictures of my trip in April to NYC*



What is thy mouth to me?
A cup of sorrowful incense,
A tree of keen leaves,
An eager high ship,
A quiver of superb arrows.
What is thy breast to me?
A flower of new prayer,
A poem of firm light,
A well of cool birds,
A drawn bow trembling.
What is thy body to me?
A theatre of perfect silence,
A chariot of red speed;
And O, the dim feet
Of white-maned desires!

-ee cummings






Monday, October 26, 2015

Redhead

Me before:



Me now:


I am one happy Anne of Green Gables/Rita Hayworth/Lucile Ball/Jessica Rabbit/Lindsay Lohan in de goode timez.

Loves,
Ana

Sunday, October 18, 2015

It's all so quiet



I've been a bit silent over here. I'm sorry, because ily guys so much. Blogging has been an utterly huge part of my life, and I owe it more gratitude and care.

So here are some pretty pictures I took a few months ago. In compensation.

Lovu blog, lovu blog readers.




Monday, September 7, 2015

For the love of lists: Things that make me happy


Because it's never too harmful to remind oneself that life is full of tiny huge gifts of joy, here are some things that make me happy:

Flowers. Tea. Getting my nails done. Creating a great new outfit. Books (or the idea of 'em, because I have lost all of my reading habits.) Great music as in jazz and Greenday and Fleet Foxes and Chilean folklore and classical and cheap disco music. CHILDREN. Friends that matter. Beautiful days. Trench coats. The smell of old paperbacks. When my room is finally tidy. Pretty houses. The sea. Puppies and kitties and the fact that I can indeed love both at the same time. Getting flirted. Food. Pretty streets. Live music. Art. Fridays. Lipstick. Developing them analogues. Trees. Wind. Rain. Clear blue skies. Laying on the grass with the sun flirting with me. Did I mention flirting? Poetry. Poetry books. Did I mention books?

I am sorry readers but spring has arrived and the grey cloud of moodiness spicing my blog posts has left. I am an existentialist as ever but right now I'm just enjoying the magnolias.

So there, I just created a life motto.

"But right now I'm just enjoying the magnolias."

Love,
Ana

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Sand n Waves


Not quite sure why I hadn't shared these pictures yet, because I find them fascinatingly languorous, just like a perfect jazz song.

(From my trip in February to Dominican Republic.)





Friday, August 28, 2015

10 Steps To Being Fun Again


I have become the epitome of boringness. My Twitter shows it. Life has become a mud-puddle of studying-working-doing, in which I'm splashing around in and where's the fun in dat. (OMG I just turned splashing into something boring.)

How can I make life interesting again? Let's see:

1) Set new challenges.
2) Partaying is important. It gives you thrills.
3) Chase dem boys more.
4) Read pretty books and watch pretty movies <3 font="">
5) Get out of this fucking depressive citay
6) Go back to my lit club <3 font="">
7) Discover new music
8) Go to the theatre more.
9) Break that effing routine.
10) Decide to be happy.

This year has been so freaking hard on me. I am going to get over it, I am going to be happy again. It just needs to get done.

Pardon moi over the depressively barren blog post. It's just a reflection of my depressively barren life.

Toodles.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Phoney Sunday


I'm going to cheat at Phoney Sunday because I'm the the executive, judicial, and legislative power of this blog therefore I CAN!!!! Muahahahaaaaaa.

Anyways, these pictures are tidbits representing the last few weeks of my life, not just the past week as is the idea of Phoney Sunday. Yolo.







PS. Follow me on instagram @anaruizboogers

Friday, July 31, 2015

beautiful thangs



Sometimes the world seems dreary. Humanity like a lost thing. Your life a predictable unraveling of events, study-work-marry-die. And you bury your face into your pillow and crawl deeper into the huge black hole developing in the center of your chest.

But why?

Why feel like this in a world with

books

and music

and Tumblr

and Rookie.

Why feel like this in a world with

mothers

and babies

,animals of all sorts

and plants that give off shade and colour.

Why feel like this when you can

have sex

or ice cream

or masturbate

or dance

alone, in your room, to your favourite music.




Sometimes, I am startled by beautiful things. As if they hadn't been there, at arms reach, all along. The news and politics aim at our despairing over the world's suckiness, but, honestly, it doesn't really suck.
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