Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Interior Design

Picture of my trip to NYC a few weeks ago that has absolutely nothing to do with the matter of the post.

I tweeted something about interior design a few days ago, and it got me a bunch of Martha Stewartish new followers, so I guessed if I did a whole blog post on interior design, it might get me on TV or something.

The only problem is that this post is not going to be about interior design per-se, but about the fact that I have realized that, when it comes to picturing my dream habitat, it inevitably falls either into the category of  adorable house or funky loft.

For example:

  • Whereas I summon dreams of the beautiful garden with an abundance of poplars and cherry trees and flowers of all sorts I would have, I imagine the funky loft as being (obviously garden-less but) an oasis full of funky, funky house plants. Succulents and the like everywhere.
  • While in my dreams the adorable house is located at least considerably in the middle of nowhere, a quiet, quiet place, the funky loft is naturally set in the middle of Providencia or another really alive and diverse neighbourhood of the like.
  • The adorable house is decorated in wooden tones and homey shit like, who knows, flowery quilts and knitted whatnots and I seriously haven't given this part much thought. I do know, however, that the funky loft has very, very funky art noveau (that's the one from the 50's, right?) deco, and a collection of vinyls and very cool art.
  • Yet both have very loved bookshelves.
I would keep on writing but I'm tired of changing fonts and I think it can be summed up in this:

The adorable house is basically a very Anne of Green Gables aesthetic.

The funky loft basically looks like my writing workshop teacher's home:

 (These pictures are from her Instagram but, please, if you follow her, don't tell her about my existence because NOBODY KNOWS ABOUT THIS BLOG. The why is reason for another post.)


Friday, April 17, 2015


I've become a lazy blogger and resorted to this:

Crossing out the shit I've done

Upping the font size of shit I'm about to do

Graduated high school. Kissed someone. | Collected something really stupid. Smoked a cigarette| Got so drunk you passed out. | Gone to a rock concert.Helped someone. | Gone fishing. | Watched four movies in one nightGone long periods of time without sleep. | Lied to someone. | Snorted cocaine. | Failed a class. | Smoked weed|Dealt drugs. | Been in a car accident| Been in a tornado. | Been to a funeral| Burned yourself (this is a hilarious story please remind me to tell it to you someday.) | Ran a marathon| Cried yourself to sleep. | Spent over $200 in one day. | Flown on a plane. | Cheated on someone (does someone cheating with you count?) | Been cheated on. | Written a 10 page letter. | Gone skiing. | Been sailing| Had a best friend. | Lost someone you loved. | Shoplifted something. | Been to jail. | Dangerously close to being in jail. | Had detention. | Got in trouble for something you didn’t do| Stolen books from the library. OH MY GOSH I'M NOT THE ONLY DEGENERATE SOUL THAT DOES THIS? Gone to a different country. | Dropped out of school| Watched the “Harry Potter” movies. | Had an online diary. Hey guys | Had a yard sale. | Had a lemonade stand. | Actually made money at the lemonade stand. Been in a school play. | Been fired from a job. | Swam with dolphins. | Taken a lie detector test. I probably dreamed this one up but I feel I have. | Voted for someone on a reality TV show| Written poetry| Read more than 20 books a year. What if I generally read more than 40 books a year. | Gone to Europe| Loved someone you shouldn’t have. Most of us could say so much about this one we just don't. | Used a coloring book over age 12| Had surgery. | Had stitches| Taken a taxi. | Seen the Washington Monument. | Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once. | Overdosed. |Been in a fist fight/split one up. | Gone surfing in California. | Had a hamster/guinea pig. | Pet a wild animal. | Used a credit card| Did “spirit day” at school. | Dyed your hair. | Got a tattoo. | Got straight A’s. | Been on the Honor Roll. | Know someone with HIV or AIDS. |Made out with someone. | Played on a sports team. | Snuck out of the house. | Swore at a teacherGone laser tagging| Had a romantic relationship| Been on the TV. | French braided| Skinny-dipped. | Driven a car. | Performed in front of an audience| Gone bungee-jumping. | Been to Mexico. | Crashed a car. | Sky dived. | Been kissed in the rain. |Made an 11:11 wish| Drank alcohol. Ok so I'm like CURRENTLY drinking alcohol. Made a mistake. You mean like been human?

So my life apparently has been pretty interesting. Shouldn't be able to complain.


Saturday, April 4, 2015

The One on Age

My hair and its playmate, Wind.

I know that I'm getting older because:

  • One of my front teeth is chipped.
  • I debate internally whether my hair deserves swimming pool chlorine or not before jumping in.
  • The sea is too cold, even for my toes.
  • My nails are way weaker than they used to be.
  • If I sleep for more than eight hours straight, it's an achievement.
  • Mixing sodas at Chuck E. Cheese now seems insane.
  • I no longer get waffles with Nutella at breakfast buffets.
  • I haven't danced alone in my room since who knows when.
  • Imaginary friends are a thing of the past
  • I'm studying to be the hum-drum lawyer I never wanted to be.
Yet I also know that I'm getting older because now I know that:

  • Saying sorry to end a fight is not a hit on your pride, it's a hit on sources of misery.
  • A party won't change your life.
  • You can fall in love, but if you're falling in love too often, it's probably not love and you'll get over it.
  • In general, boyfriends are overrated.
  • You know what's not overrated? Mothers and good friends.
  • How you dress is only important if you like how you dress.
  • Fruit is actually ten times more delightful than waffles with nutella.
  • Never take a class during Friday afternoon because Friday afternoons are the best moment of the week.
  • You're allowed to be imperfect, but that's your own secret with yourself and it's okay if nobody else understands.
  • The people you surround yourself with are also allowed to be imperfect.

I am in love with the new granny-hair trend, because, if anything, aging is beautiful as long as you accept it.

(Says the 19-year-old girl, but whatever.)
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