Sunday, December 22, 2013

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Has This Ever Happened To You?

Have you ever listened to a song on your iPod that you've heard maybe a hundred times, but then one day it seems that the tempo is much slower or faster?
This seems to happen to me a lot for some reason.
But sometimes if I start beating out the tempo it will go away, so maybe it's just my brain being weird.
Does this ever happen to you?

Friday, December 20, 2013

Cream Post (Color Post 2 or 3 Because I Don't Remember)

When I was little, every time I would get a new babysitter, I would ask them what their favorite color was (this was sort of a test to see how cool they were).
One time this one girl Alicia* said her favorite color was cream. And at first I thought this was stupid. "Isn't that just white?" I asked. And she replied how it was so much more.
While cream probably isn't my favorite color, I've come to appreciate it more now. It's the color of those little butterflies that used to float around my garden, the color of espresso-tinged foam the latte you need to keep you warm and cozy, the color of vintage lace worn by time.
It also sort of reminds me of the holidays, so I got together this montage for all of y'all.
free people november catalog karlie kloss
Modern Romantic Princess. Cream Ivory Mesh Tulle Full Skirt. Summer
Latte foam. Photo by Lene pels Jørgensen
Silk Charmeuse - Cream
Ice Cream Trees
So that's it. Hope everyone has a warm, safe, and happy holiday!
*Not her real name.

Saturday, December 14, 2013


I have my coffee, my brother has his snow. They both make us hyper.
Well, at least for a little while.

Thursday, December 12, 2013


I've probably talked about how much I love the movie Skyfall in at least five posts, but I really liked Sévérine and was pretty depressed when she died. (Sorry for the spoiler, but if you haven't watched the movie yet, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR ABOUT TWO YEARS? DO YOU LIVE UNDER A ROCK? THIS MOVIE IS ONE OF THE MOST STOLEN OFF OF NETFLIX OR SOMETHING!*)
But one of the most impressive things in the movie is her dress, and I have now watched this video about it 23 times, so I now shall share it with you so you can marvel at its beauty and how it helps express Sévérine as a character.
I hope you like it.
*I think I read this in Time Magazine or MSN or something. But I could have mistaken it with Inception since I love both of the movies almost equally. Don't quote me on this. And don't judge.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Clarisonic Face Brush

I just got one and I can't wait for it to massage all my face pores and hopefully it will make my face smooth and soft like the snow  that surrounds me outside.
Okay, that's an overstatement, but I heard that it is amazing, and who doesn't like getting their face all massaged at least once a day?
I'm probably over-excited, but I get really hyper and obsessive about the little things that make me happy in life.
Gotta prepare myself to wing a presentation for tomorrow.
See y'all later.

Monday, December 9, 2013

Photos of Myself

When I was going through my Wreck This Journal, I flipped to the page where you put a picture of you that you don't like and you deface. But as I was thinking about what photo to put there, I realized I don't really love any photos of myself.
I could probably count on one hand the number of pictures taken of me recently that I have actually liked.
I usually don't look at pictures that I am in. I will glance at them and smile at everyone else, but then I sort of skip over myself. I know that I'm in it, but I don't really comprehend the whole picture. Maybe this is the reason I don't have a camera except for the crappy one on my phone, and I really don't take selfies (which is basically impossible, again, because of my phone).
By now you are probably thinking I have a bad self image or something. And this isn't really true. I accept myself for who I am and enjoy all the things that make me weird or different or stand out. But of course everyone has their own insecurities, so there are things that I worry about a little bit.  But generally I don't worry or think badly about all of the scars I have, or my round face, or my enormous hands. I take it in stride, along with most of the annoying or crappy things that happen on a weekly basis.
 So I guess I attribute the whole photo avoidance thing to something sort of superstition.
(Okay, not that type of superstition. But that was asking to be put in there. Hehehehe. Well, by the little voice in the back of my mind going, "You know you want to..." Anyways back to what I was saying before.)
While people who know me may not think I'm super superstitious (ha, I liked how that sounded, sorry continue reading), I unconsciously sort of am. I'll read horoscopes for fun, then end up following them, even though I try to convince myself that it's not true at all. When I heard that they were building a second Titanic, I sort of lost my mind and tried to convince a bunch of people to never, ever ride on it because surely they would drown. Naming and creating a replica of a ship that sunk and killed so many people is just a beacon of bad luck and not good ju-ju.
So when I see a picture of myself, I feel like I unconsciously feel like there is a little part of my soul or something in those pictures, and that by looking at it I'm giving it over to the photo.
Okay, I actually have no idea what I'm unconsciously thinking (that's why its unconscious) but I'm just trying to give an idea to something I can't really put into words.
Oh well, I tried.
So this was sort of a feelz post, but it felt good to write it down anyways.
But now I want to write something funny to relieve all this tension. Hmmmm...
Nope that didn't work. Well, I gots to go do some homework and write a speech, so I'll catch you on the other side of the next post my brain decides to vomit out an idea for.
P.S Now I'm listening to Superstition. Thanks Stevie Wonder for working your way into my brain...

Thursday, December 5, 2013


I don't know if many people know this, but I love nicknames. I think they are cute, quirky, fun, and just great. My name is one that could have a few nicknames, but I never was called any of them growing up. I always wanted one, but no one ever picked them up, so I'd make them for myself. I did have the nickname Cube at an arts camp I went to in elementary school, and it made me so happy. I feel like that name reflects your true self, especially since your parents can't really wait to name you so they can see what you are like and what fits. So all of my nicknames, Ting, Anonymous Bassoonist, Jenn-A, Ladasha, and even Sloane (a quick addition to get me out of a creepy situation) all mean something to me, and I'm glad I have them and know the people who have given them to me.
That's all

Monday, December 2, 2013

Working on Wreck This Journal

I finally have had some down time to work on it again (even though I should be working on school projects).
The problem is that once I start wrecking, I get kind of obsessed and do around ten pages at a time until I finish them, and then I taper off after a day and forget about it.
So this is the cycle that my work has fallen into, and by tomorrow I'll be back at school and will forget about the whole book until Christmas break.
But for now, I'll show you one of the pages that I think I'm basically finished with. I did it late last night, because that is the best time of day for destroying your journal for some reason. Perhaps it's because its dark and you turn up your music loud (on your headphones) and you just finished a jar of Nutella and everything is working out in the world.
Well, you know, for me at least.
So here's the page!

P.S I was really twitchy when writing this post so sorry if the words sound funny. I look back on this and don't think that the order and flow was superb.

Sunday, December 1, 2013


And I don't think I want to stop listening to it.

Dinosaur in the Desert

Honestly, I can't really explain this one. It just sort of happened and I was thinking about New York.
Good luck trying to interpret it!