HOW U DOIN WEDNESDAYYYY

Hi Hiii hellooo
Where in the world is Shanlife?
Masc lab...
I've got 15 minutes while my sediment sample incubates
So here's the game plan:

1.listen to this



2. stare out of my window, the one that takes up the whole wall and soaks in the sun so it's extra warm at my desk, and watch people walk to class while laughing at the ones scurrying  because they're late

hahaha want a lil laugh?

I go from looking through all my old tagged pictures (all) to looking through every song ever uploaded to youtube..... productive! It's really only been half an hour. BUT.

Somehow found these guys. and this obscure studio version of this obscure song.
But the beginning, when they all respond to the guy. "Good morninnnggg"
hahahahah

...I just can't even comprehend....

I walked away from the movie The Hunger Games speechless in awe and satisfaction for the way the movie was cast and directed.  I cried multiple times throughout, including during Rue's gruesome death, so not unlike reading the book, seeing the movie was a full-on emotional, incredible experience. Three days after seeing it, I still cannot stop thinking about the movie. I am dumbfounded to read this blogger's review of an audience with whom I am ashamed and sickened to have shared The Hunger Games experience. 


"The posts go on and on and on. It's not just a coupe of tweets, it's not just a coincidence. There's an underlying rage, coming out as overt prejudice and plain old racism. Sternberg is called a "black bitch," a "nigger" and one person writes that though he pictured Rue with "darker skin," he "didn't really take it all the way to black." It's as if that is the worst possible thing a person could be..." 



"These people are MAD that the girl that they cried over while reading the book was "some black girl" all along. So now they're angry. Wasted tears, wasted emotions. It's sad to think that had they known that she was black all along, there would have been [no] sorrow or sadness over her death."

See the full blog post here

I'm a ******* genius

I think sometimes people think I'm not smart because I don't ~get~ a lot of stuff. I truly think blondes have to battle that too often, and all because of that stupid "dumb blonde" front.  I don't think it's that blondes ~try~ to be dumb, but that people want them to be dumb, so they have something to laugh about/make themselves seem more clever/who da fux knows. When really, the blonde-haired smart person is just like Ok... that's what I meant... Or something along those lines. Let's just all stand up and wear this shirt and clap our hands and stomp our feet so everyone knows exactly how intelligent we are. Because we are.

I don't have a sister.

Cue: *freek out* WHAT AM I GOING TO DO THIS SEASON I WON'T BE THE MOST FASHIONABLE GIRL WITH THE HOTTEST ACCESSORY THIS SUMMER. (see this post)

I don't have a sister, but when I think "sister" I think C, almost immediately.  Best friend/soul mate/style twin...what else is a sister, really? We even kind of grew up together, so.. Take THAT, non-existent sister I don't even have! Ok what. But really, if I had one, I'd say all the same things to her as I say to C. Because she's the greatest friend who just kind of happened, the girl I share all my clothes with and says all the right things, the one who can finish my sentences and think my thoughts no matter the distance or time or growing up that separates us. I think she's such a good best friend because she has 3 of her own at home anyway, so she knows exactly how to be one. And the best one, at that.

"The most fashionable accessory in Hollywood this year isn’t a bag or a shoe – it’s a sister, if Vogue’s best dressed list is anything to go by."

I'm doing a collage/acrylic taping study on Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen in my painting class. I'm trying (it's not possible) to capture the lifestyle, the life, the style, the complete 360 day to day to night to night the Olsen sisters experience in contrast to mine.  So here, I will compile images/colors/scenes I find that inspire the Mary Kate Ashley Elizabeth in me. Most from olsensannonymous.blogspot.com.

Elsewhere

Thursday, my 3D class at 8 am is rescheduled for 7 pm. We're going here. (See below). And I can't wait.

Missing C

And if you were wondering why I was blogging in the middle of my 8 am... it's because this teacher likes breaks. Who at 9:45 says, "Why don't we head over and get some Starbucks." I don't hate it. But I go to the lab right after this so I don't like going back to sleep.  Plus any excuse to spend time with my iPad Lenovo and listen to Cris Cab......... sup.

OMG C POSTED BEST DAY OF MY LIFE. I'm going to respond as if these were text messages. That kinda already happened this morning. I like how we're the only people up at that hour.  

1. If he were on fire and I had a bucket of water, I'd drink it.
2. I love loooove love the incoherent disorganization of your posts. And your rully rullys.
3. Eat more red meat.
4. On that note, try a Reuben.  You might hate it, but you might fall deeply in love as I do too often with food and men.
5. Read: for fair to light to pale to wintery peach skin tones. 
6. Miss you so bad

Late night messy thoughts after rum and cokes and pokey sticks. Lightweight.

Got my hair did

And not by an ameteur beauty school student, by my very own professional color stylist in Cary. 

So this is me on my web cam with my healthy hair watching Suburgatory on hulu.

The dad is so. Hot.

Leaving an inch of roots= low-maintenance color

Here I am during interent commercials playing with my Photoshop.

In this one I increased the green. And clicked some other buttons.

Look at me getting the awkward web cam smile down pat.

Here's a cheeser. 

That's more like it.

Ok really I'm just enjoying my hair too much and shamelessly taking pics of myself . 

I'm such a girl. 

/file under: hot dads, hot single dads, hot hot hot

this was my contribution to our painting class playlist today

......

I realized there is no place for Z in my blog heart  blog anymore.  It's just not as fun blogging about a Z when there's a B. Sorry for the post delete. Here I'll provide a lovely song by the paper kites themselves.

My professor is my soul mate

Scene: 3 people in class all coincidentally wearing red and black. 

Professor: "What is it, red and black day or something?"

they say love is in the air, so I hold my breath until my face turn purple

My spring break was AWSUM so I'm going to talk about it before I forget it. I won't forget it.

It will be like a story:

For 9 days, 2 tall blondes with great bodies and awesome personalities traveled wreaked havoc in and around the southern part of Florida with nothing more than a little sunscreen, a lot of money, an alright amount of alcohol and an iPad. And this godforsaken little white car that got its fair share of ass.

The 2 did beachy stuff like lay on the sand and put sunscreen on each other, and whenever the girl blonde wasn't trying to make out with the boy blonde, the boy blonde couldn't stop making her laugh.  There was a knock-out grandma and a silly grandpa and boy could that grandma make a sandwich.  These two cracked up at the inappropriate jokes and shook their heads at the reckless get-home-at-1-pm-the-next-day behavior of the 20-somethings and pretty much spoiled them rotten.  Needless to say, the girl blonde decided she has the best grandparents out of anyone.

So between the boy blonde surprising the girl blonde with late night salt n vinegar chips and the girl blonde making them stop for ice cream mid-run to the car during an afternoon down pour, the 2 ate meals like teenage boys and played in the hot tub like 6-year-olds and stayed up all night acting just their age. The boy knew how to be just as gentleman as can be. He held the girl's hand at all the right times and bought her french fries whenever she wanted. And oh my gosh are those eyes blue or what.

So the 2 blondes came home a little bit tanner and a ton more tired and that was that. But when the girl blonde thinks about being on I95 on hour #832 singing Marc Broussard somewhere between Jacksonville and South of the Border with the most gorgeous guy in the world, she smiles and thinks to herself, "Am I head over heels or what."

haha niceeee

Gettin' my green on ..........if you know what I mean......

HI just got my nails done for st. patty's mixer tonight
read: Reason #193 to blog

Aaaand here is a pic. 

In awkward room lighting with awkward webcam smile. 

But HEY. Look at those nails. 

Saint Pat- Cheers, my friend. 

LET'S GET LEPRECHAURAZY 

Hm

I left my night class stressed to the max with a pounding headache, annoyed my mom kept calling me, angry at one of my classmates and incredibly disturbed by the work of another.  I wanted to die, basically.  On my way home, walking by the planetarium, an old man sitting on the bricks asked me when the next Robertson bus was coming. I had no idea, I couldn't even make a good guess for the guy, so I apologized and kept walking. A few minutes later, I passed a booth where a parking attendant lady sits and decided I would go up and ask, see if she knew. She did. So I walked back down to the old man sitting on the bricks and told him.

My head still hurts. My suitcase is still unpacked. I still am angry at one of my classmates and incredibly disturbed by the work of another.  But that old man sitting on the bricks got home, or wherever he was going, okay. So. That's all for me.