I felt you in my legs before i ever met you

This one's for GUADALUPE RIOS-MENDOZA, my best fucking friend. HAPPY BIRTHDAY<3

You're like a ghost, I can see right through you.

*Sometimes I ponder on the sincerity of people. I wonder how humble people really are when no one is watching.Also the real-ness of people. Are people really what they appear to be?  I think too many people are much different from the person they are outside of their homes, in school, at work, with friends, than the people they are at home, with family, or just in their own heads/mind. It's like they play some kind of character.

 *I know people have many layers to them yaddda yaddda yadda. Some people I meet are not one dimensional, but I can easily find out what they're about.  I'm not sure if this makes me judgmental or not, but I feel it. And I bet people do the same to me, thinking they know what I'm about, when they have no idea. And I bet some people actually do know what I'm all about, without having any idea.

Welcome to the Maxi Pad.

Reality Bites is such a fantastic film, and really made me love Ben Stiller ( director). I love the angst, the love triangle, I  love the singing in the car scene, but mostly I  love their style. Winona Ryder's and  Janeane Garofalo's that is. They were really great,  abstract characters. Characters I think we don't see nowadays, especially women characters. They inspired me so much, including their fashion/or non-fashion choices. * I bought some sunglasses online, that reminded me of  the ones' Vickie (Janeane)  wore in the car/singing scene. I plan to put together some outfits inspired by these characters, very soon.* The 90's style portrayed by these characters was so subtle, what I mean is they weren't so phased by what they wore as characters, and  I feel (even though I know I'm wrong) they were dressed like this with not much thought, it was the 90's that was just how early 20-somethings' dressed, no biggie. 

This movie just speaks to me period, especially considering the place in my life that I'm currently in. I might not be out of college but I am out of high school, in that ' I'm broke, angsty, and don't know what the fuck to do, or who to fuck' kinda phase.

Neglect Select Correct

Yes, no one reads this blog. (except probably my bestfriend/long distance comrade)

Yes, I suck at updating, and possibly being entertaining. ( but trust me, I can be more entertaining in person...kinda)

BUT I don't give a shit, I'm back, and probably about 50% better. 

So what's new with me you might ask? Well.. .don't ask I'm not in the mood to answer your ridiculous questions.

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-