I think I want to do a photo diary of sorts... that describe me...

Or just share a bunch of random photos with you that I like...

 I took this one ^

 And this one ^

 And this one ^

 And this one ^

 And this one ^ You cant really tell but it says "The Xx". Yeah. I saw them live. Wuzz Uppp.

I am terribly sorry i have not been posting recently.

I haven't been in the best state of mind to be sharing a piece of it with you, my reader(s).

BUT

I think I'm alright now.

i went shopping.

yes... I know what you're thinking;

"By golly this girl is a shopaholic!"

Don't worry!

Being a shopaholic is a lot less safer than any of the other "aholics" I already am.

Today was a good day.

I bought my first (and as long as I have money, not the last) article of clothing at ZARA today.
There will be a LookBook post soon...

Oh Fuck.

I'm already liking 2011.

Except for the fact that it is difficult to type right now... it being so new.

This morning Ayden and I did not wake up.

That is because we were already fucking awake.

yep...

We stayed up all night to watch the very first sunrise of the year.

It was really enjoyable and peaceful, despite the fact that it was like... 40 degrees outside. 

We could see our breath.

I'm applying to the Creative Writing conservatory at my school.

Don't freak out.

I write better songs and poems and shit than... blogs...?

What the fuck kind of writing is this considered?

Anyways, I really hope I get in. I might be locked in a padded room before if I have to graduate a Theater student.

Ow.

My stomach hurts like fuck. 

I'm going to lay down.

Let me know if anyone is against my cursing.

I probably won't do anything about it... but let me know.

"The negative is comparable to the composer's score and the print to its performance. Each performance differs in subtle ways."

-Ansel Adams

Angel In The Snow by Elliott Smith

2011

Lights on a Leash by CIVIL CIVIC

Ayden will be home tomorrow!

I miss her.

haha

After Party At Jimmy's by Anya Marina

You and me go together like carrots and peas,

 we should be a happy family

 or a traveling travesty at least,

 and love will fuck us up. Love will fuck us up.

Breath in deep, breath as deeply as you can breath.

 Breath deep till your drunk with glee. Breath deep till you're drunk with glee.

 Love will fuck us up. Love will fuck us up.

Andrew Jackson Jihad holds a special place in my heart. 

hah

I don't feel like wasting your time today.

So enjoy this picture instead.

Then, get the fuck off the computer.

true story.

Don't Look Back in Anger by Oasis