the touch,the feel.

I have this strange but magical obsession with Zooey Deschanel. I cut my bangs like hers after watching Yes Man (one of my favorite films...yeah, I'm going to start calling movies films from now on.) I started wearing  an excessive amount of make up after watching her in The Good Girl, and though I loved her in my one of my,if not my all time favorite film 500 Days of Summer, my obsession has died down. when it comes to hair, it is now shoulder length and for the most part out of my face, and my make-up routine has changed immensely. I still find myself  wearing zooey-eque clothes, I love florals, dresses, tights, and cotton. so this commmercial has to be my most favorite commercial of all time, second place would have to go to the always entertaing "drop it like its hot" Sun drop commercial. ahhhh I love Zooey.

                                                                                                                              

I recently bought a journal, and this is the poem that written on the cover in Japanese:
           One single bird, wet with dew,
               Has come out:
              The morning cherry.


I love it. I just wrote my first entry and  I feel so lifted, I haven't written in a journal in so long, and it definitely helped me release that stress us youngsters get, and some youngsters release with doing drugs, or having unprotected sex with a random hot guy. but no i'll be happy with writing about 
my feelings(so cheesy), my dreams, my hopes, my secret day dreams, i'll be happy with my little doodles I love to draw on the corners of pages. ahhh how i missed the smell of ink on a beautiful journal. In other news, as in the picture to my ( and your, whoever you may be!) left, I cut my hair. oh mama, It was so impulsive, and liberating. I'm still getting used to it, seeing as I cut it less than a week ago, but so far I like it very much so. I have been SO, SO, SOOOO busy with college work that I've neglected this little blogspot, and i feel awful. Though I know I wont be posting as much as i used to, I will continue to post much more frequently. and with my journal, I will have another sort of way to express myself, hooray for expressing oneself on the internet, where no one reads it, and in a journal where my mum can secretly go in to my room and skimp through the pages where I write about my wet dreams.....and such. With the purchase of this journal, I also bought fortune-telling book of dreams. Just cos' I love innocent little books like this one. I have a giant horoscope/dream book, but this one was so cute and portably small, and BLUE, that I had to get it. So far I find it extremely delightful. I cant wait to analyze my own and other people's dreams while on the bus, or at the market, or at school, or some other place I can't think of right now.  On that note, adieu I bid thee. -shalom-