Dying slowly, descending into madness, gibbering to the end.

The sweet pixie nerd. You know those girls whose ears stick out of their hair like elves, who wear long pants that are awkwardly short, whose legs are so skinny that none of their jeans fit right?
You know what I'm talking about?

NOT THIS OH GOD NOOOOO

They hide behind glasses and books. They're really sweet and quiet, but they do have a sense of humor. They're uncommonly intelligent. And they don't realize how pretty they are.
They do eventually, though. All of them do. They get haircuts and start wearing nicer clothes, and... it makes me kind of sad?

(Scarlett Johansson, just in terms of looks, comes to mind... kind of plain-Jane skinny.)

Hennyways. Under a haze of sleep deprivation and caffeine, I cut my own bangs last night. I don't know what I was thinking, man. I look like a dim-witted dope with bangs.

I think I was imagining a tasty combination of the pixie nerd with the nineties wispy bang—
WITH THE ADDED BENEFIT of hiding my very pimply forehead.

But, I don't know. Somehow, when I wear my glasses, it looks more like a combination between "One Of My Relatives From The Country" and "That Awkward Friendless Kid Who Always Smells Like Cheese."
I feel like I'm pretending now. I know I'm too materialistic and shallow to lead that ascetic, rather innocent lifestyle that I imagine would befit a math major.
Sorry. Sorry if this doesn't make sense and all. I'm rambling. My brain comes up with all these obsessive thoughts at night, and I'm just like, "...Yeah! That makes sense!" And, like, I blog about it. Because, like, all of my opinions, like, totally matter. And they need to be shared with, like, the whole world. I'm sure you agree.

You guys should totes honk for Jesus guys He deserves to be honked for 'cuz he's a great guy
omg
i need to just like just stop like right now
before i become completely incoherentettttttzzzxoxoxoxo

Afternoon magic

I was listening to the radio this afternoon when I heard the magical dulcet tones of the Mulleavy Sisters beaming out of my earphones right into my soouulllll. I nearly jumped out of my chair and did a happy dance.
It was an interview on DnA (a design and architecture program), mostly on how they did the costumes for Black Swan. They also talk a bit about how they started Rodarte, and how they got in to fashion, and about horror films and such.



They talk about blood in such a beautiful way.

I dig that.

You can listen to the interview here. I highly recommend it--- there are also some gorgeous, gorgeous pictures of their other work up there too.
I'll leave you with my two favorite ones:

Wait till Father hears about this

Upper-class prepster Slytherin bitch.

Look at this sweater. LOOK AT IT. I found it in a stack of my ma's old stuff--- it's pretty magical.

Observe: with only navy blue and white, it would be the typical trophy wife's wannabe French nautical sailor, "I belong to a country club" business. But with the green, it's awesome. It even has shoulder pads.

And now we present: The ring. A friend dubbed it the "Slytherin class ring" once---

I got this baby at Disneyland (have you ever been? The people are so nice it's creepy). It's made of glass so whenever I wear it to school, I get ludicrously paranoid that I'll scrape it against something and scratch it up.

Also featuring: wool Land's End skirt, and Revlon lipstick in Black Cherry.








P.S. DUMBLEDORE LIVES!