lukin guuud

7 am. 

It's going to be a drizzly day. 

You're having a kind of beachy hair day, so you're like, no problem. 

You spray some whatever in it, leave your face alone for a no-makeup look, and you're out the door.

You leave your house thinking you look like this: 

You get to class and realize you actually look like this: 

So you throw your hair up. 

Your favorite, casual, effortless look. 

You think you look like this: 

You get to work and realize you actually look like this: 

Ah, some days you just can't win. 

And have to settle with looking like a man. 

Here's to getting used to that awkward in-between kind-of short, kind-of medium length hair

Happy rainy, but kind of a little bit sunny now Wednesday! 

then ya fat friend, her nickname is mini-van

hip hop vs. the world: a mashup wonderland from em_H14 on 8tracks.

I can't help but look sratty (you like dat?) on rainy days. It's like all the srats went and found all the good rain-day wear and made it their "thing." At least my limbs were warm and dry.

Today was really good meals at the house. I'm talking toasted Reubens on Rye for lunch, and pecan chicken, wild rice, avacado salad and our chef's famous L'Arrows BANANA PUDDING for dinner -this dessert is life. Can't describe.

On top of good food, I had good classes today. Which is probably why I wanted to drop in to the blog. Gotta document these good times we're having here. Recession? naahhh.

Me and my banana pudding potbelly need to go get some work done. And some photos taken. Not of us! Art photoshoot! I'll put some copies up of my work masterpieces later. Gaterz. Bye!

Cheers to me

1 me.
1 bottle of $12 wine I bought for myself.
1 arctic monkeys "baby I'm yours" on repeat
1 me thinking it's karaoke version.
1 me being wrong.
It's not karaoke version.
1 me ditching a pre game with friends because I wanted to hang out with myself for an hour or so.

Sometimes I just need that, you know? A good name for it would be hour shan retreat. I fall apart if I don't get it once a day. I can't help it, sometimes i just want to walk around my room and sing baby i'm yours to myself while i stain my teeth red. I hear Steph "Shaaaann? ing" up the stairs. Looks like I've got company. Now go up to that list and change all the 1's to 2's. I love this house.  

Yeeahyeeahhh

new project, from Trash to Couture

I've tackled masking tape, gouache, wood. Jersey knit, I'm coming for ya. 

ohohoh ohhhhhh

This is how I feel about boyfriends you haven't heard from in days 24 hours. Well. This is how I feel about them after getting out of class 2 hours early, going kickboxing instead, and eating engulfing dinner in full sweat, standing up, dancing a little bit to this song that came on the radio while also typing this post on my laptop which is sitting on the counter. That was meant to sound highly enjoyable. Because it is. Not sure why.

Tiring long stressful funny boring mischievous hectic typical day. Oh! You wanted to dance a little too? Excuse my full work-day analysis. Here you go. Press play up there and intermix dramatic, interpretative dance with sultry, hip-hop-like movements. You're welcome!