Instructions to make this here. So fucking cool I can't even.

Woah, three posts in one day. Slow down, girl!

But yeah, since I'm broke I can't afford clothes. But I have a major hippie sensibility and love long skirts and dresses. If anyone knows any good (free) sewing patterns I would be, like, eternally grateful.

me and my friend jenn were attempting to use the panorama feature on her camera and royally fucked it up. the result, however, is pretty cool!

Sup gangstas. Long time no chat.

Since we last spoke, I've started my junior year of high school. Which may not seem that impressive to you guys, but it's pretty significant. not only is the 11th grade widely considered the grade a student is most likely to off themselves, but it's also the grade where we are forced to consider life after the dimly lit hallways of high school. This year also happens to be the year I decided the college I want to go to (New Hampshire Institute of Art, required gpa: 2.7 yearly tuition: 18,600). It's the year I have all but abandoned my tomboy, book wormy ways (well, not really. I just wear dresses now!) It's the year I have fully embraced ritualistic high school gatherings (bonfires, parties, sinking into the couch at some kid's basement, bumming around outside the local 711 and harassing passerby's...) It's the year I have developed my addiction to thrift stores and vintage cameras and DIY accessories and coffee and tea. But most importantly, it's the year I began to take art - a casual hobby my entire life - seriously. When my doodle filled math notebooks have been replaced with moleskin sketch pads and every fully developed drawing has been considered for The Portfolio. It's the year I began my transformation from sarcastic, boot-wearing tomboy to sarcastic, boot wearing hipster.

Sure, I've still been reading. I would be lying if I said I was too busy to review those books, too. Because, really, I have nothing better to do. I just lack the incentive. Truly.

Whatever. The point is, I feel bad for leaving this blog abandoned. I'm making a promise to you, my loving, devoted followers, that I will update at least once a month. It may be about books, it may be about clothes (because I am a teenage girl now), it may be about my growing obsession with getting into art school (if anyone has any tips for building my portfolio, things to beef up my application, etc, drop a line!), it may just be a shitty scan of some fucked up pin up girl I doodled during AP Psych. But it will be something. Pinky promise.

In summary, I am also looking for visual art-related blogs. DIY, thrift hunters, painters, illustrators, I welcome them all! If anyone knows of any good ones, please feel free to promote the shit out of it in the comments.

Cool.

first of all, i am well aware that i have not posted anything in a long time, and i could give you an excuse but, let's face it, you don't fucking care. second of all, i am equally well aware that each and every one of you are entitled to your opinions, just as i am to mine. however.

there's this article. it's kind of dumb. okay, it's really dumb. and i just can't even begin to point out every flawed argument in it. so i will just zero in on one, which also happens to be the one that is driving me fucking insane.

this woman, this miz gurdon, wrote at length her disappointment with the YA world, explaining how the content is irresponsible and damaging, how the publishers are only looking out to move papers and the authors are looking to shock (at least, that's how i read it). she wrote how i, a young girl of sixteen, could read something like Scars by Cheryl Rainfield and suddenly get the idea to slice up my arms in a self mutilating fashion. but wait, that is not the focus of the article--no, if it were about the welfare of us children, i would hardly be taking the time to blabber on about it. no no, what tickles MY pissy bones is that this miz gurdon is not so much concerned for the children as she is the parents of these children. she wants to know why adults can't be comfortable with the books their teens are reading. she wants to know why parents aren't given more control over what is published and marketed to their youngsters. she wants to know why she, as a mother, can't decide what words her daughter can allow to soil her precious little mind. well, miz gurdon, i have a pretty easy answer:

the book is not for you.

young adult novels are not written for a young adults parents; they are not written to please and pacify. they are written to verify something no one else thinks is real; they are written to immortalize a day and age, a lifestyle. they are written to make some lonely kid out there feel like they're not completely alone in the world. they are written for the most vulnerable people out there. which is not you, miz gurdon. so get you self righteous ass of that poor high horse you're sitting on and take care of your own kids instead of worrying about everyone else's. kthanks.

The day after the last day of school in Hobokon with my sister and possibly my best friend in the whole wide world Zuri.

rhgnrohm;wlmnrlhn i'm so excited.

Being a pop culture junkie, I read a lot of Perez Hilton. As I've mentioned before, he fills me with a burning hatred I usually reserve for dictators and raisons. But he's not alone in his ignorance; no no, it seems that every celebrity gossip website is (shockingly!) retarded.

I'm referring to the ridiculous Madonna dub, "Madge".

I'm assuming this is a reference to Mary Madgeline. Who is not, nor ever is, the Madonna. That would be the Virgin Mary.

Mary Madgeline was a hooker. Madonna was Jesus' virginal mother.

Okay?

Okay.