Fantastic or Comical?

I can’t figure out if I loooove this yet.

See more Chanel goodies at:

http://ifitshipitshere.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-surf-to-snow-to-skates-scooters.html

Mistake

And when the day is done, and I look back
And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
All the advice I shunned, and I ran
where they told me not to run, but I sure had fun, so…
I’m gonna fuck it up again.

ooh.la.la.
inspirations from the vault.

Positive Vibrations

“You are never going to make it. Bitch waitress muthafucka, Never gonna make it”

Those were the kind words I heard from a passing bum on my walk to school this morning. My first reaction was to shout at him or make an ugly face but in a flash I did the opposite, I smiled. I smiled and I kept on walking. I’m sure this homeless dude is looking for any reaction to make his life worth living. It’s quite sad. He is lacking in his life and so terribly sad, this was the only way he felt he could be part of the living.

I thought about the angry words all day. I felt like I could do anything. This was an awakening in my blood. My body has felt tingly all day. The positive energy was in me and these words were the perfect ammunition to solidify my purpose in Los Angeles. I am manifesting good things to happen to me. I am doing it by soaking myself in people who have the same dreams and aspirations as I do. I am doing it by diet and exercise. Everything that I am inputting is positive. I intend, I expect and I will accept  my achievements and I will be very grateful for everything it takes to get me there.

This year is going to be bigger than I ever thought.

2010

I would’ve much preferred dancing till the break of dawn but instead I got super drunk and obnoxious. I am tipically a happy drunk but I can see how annoying I could be to someone who isn’t drunk. Its been getting harder to recooperate after drinking. Since I started listening to my body, the number of times I spend actually getting drunk have reduced over the past couple of years. I’m fine with it. I don’t look foward to the hangover but I understand what my body is trying to tell me.

“You are too old for this girl!”

I embrace it, learn from it and decide to abstain from drinking yet again. Eventually it will cease to exsist in my life. I don’t need it. Classy lady from here on out.

December Blues

(Zena Holloway)

What is it about December that makes me want to stay home during the week in the evenings. Is it the fact that it gets darker sooner? Or is it because it’s too chilly to leave the house once I get home? Is it because I’m all alone?

As soon as get home I want to lay on the couch with Roxie. I make excuses like, the Gym is probably going to be crowded and I already ate healthy today. I know what I am doing and it’s the awareness of the lack of discipline I have that I am fighting. I need some organization in my life. I need to follow schedules and routines. This, I feel, is the only thing that keeps me focused on my goals. Without goals I become bored easily and choose to do nothing.

My perfect weekday would be to wake up around 9am, workout and arrive to work by 11:30. Ha! Ok, I need to really get out of this fantasy world. It’s just that it’s easier to work out in the morning when my stomach is empty. It starts my day with a healthy mindset. I instantly become more conscious of the food I put in my mouth. This working out here and there isn’t cutting it and I feel it. I feel my body yelling at me to run today. My legs are aching with soreness and damn, it feels good.

I just need to shutup and stop being a lazy ass. There is no way on this planet that my boyfriend is going to look better than me. It great motivation for the unmotivated.

Note to self: buy purple and gold glitter

Photos by Alix Malka

Top Dawg

It is very rare that I pay attention to the additional applications Facebook offers. I am always seeing silly status updates that include new bunnies in somebody’s “farm” or one of my friends earning a red velvet cake with surfing points. It usually is really corny and pointless to click on the message. For the most part, I just skip over them and go about my business. Until today when I saw an app that calculated your “Top Words” used in your status updates. Delightfully curious, I was.

The results-after about an excruciating minute:

1): love – used 13 times

2): very – used 12 times

3): needs – used 12 times

4): new – used 10 times

5): today – used 10 times

6): happy – used 9 times

7): feels – used 9 times

8): off – used 8 times

9): nice – used 8 times

10): little – used 8 times

I was a bit confused on how the app was gathering it’s information. I mean categorically speaking- were these based on the last week, month, year? Even though I have the intelligence to know that this is purely a novelty, I can’t help but be happy that love was number one on the list. I also thought that all of those wonderful words can make up a sentence or two that summarizes me. This is what I came up with(with the addition of a helper word):

very happy to have new love needs today

feels off a little – nice

Ok so I’m not that great at this. Maybe you can do better but it got my brain working and -by golly- that just feels good!

Makeup

(Kim Kardashian YRB Mag)

(Dior)

I cannot wait to do something like this. Soon.

I am learning the Makeup Not-Makeup application process. I like how we are starting with the basics and then the good stuff happens later. I think I am more interested in Haute makeup than I thought I would be.

A door is opening.

New Year

I am surprised at how much I have accomplished in such a short amount of time.

I am learning new things every time I go to school. I feel like a sponge but not a little kitchen sponge, a big sea sponge.

I appreciate it more because I am making it happen.

Right now, I’m tired because a certain someone kept me up all night. He’s trying to find a way to make it happen too.

I haven’t been sleeping great either.

Restless nights could be  good thing in the end. It sets up a path for greatness. A path for never accepting anything less.

Sleeping is overrated.

I am finally awake.

2010 is coming. I don’t really believe in New Year resolutions because I feel that people should have little goals set aside for themselves throughout the year anyway. I feel the same way about Lent when people give up something for a week in the name of God…..well, maybe you shouldn’t be eating or drinking it anyway.

I will say that in 2009, I learned alot about myself.

I demanded respect and I got it. I laughed a whole lot more than I cried. I was able to break apart the cookie cutter version of what I thought relationships were about. I kept things romantic. I learned how to fist pump. Someone stole my bike. I fought for what I believed in. I met some really fabulous people. I met some assholes and laughed right at their asshole faces. I drank and partied aloooot. I was a goofy kid and I decided to become a woman (well, Im still a goofy woman I fell in love.

I know next year will only get better and that’s all i got to say about that.