New Crap, Good Mood, Pretty Shit.

So, this week I have prezzies for you. In the form of me kind of organizing my babbling.
Kind of.

New Features
Things I Like

Pretty Shit

Summer sundress shopping in winter. These are from Jennifer Lily Designs on Etsy. She's got some really cute stuff at surprisingly nice, even prices. When the snow falls, I shop summer.



Classic literature with pretty covers. Especially that work from women like the Bronte sisters (Emily, Charlotte and Anne Bronte) and of course Jane Austen. I have a favorite (Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte), but I love them all very much. They had very poignant voices for women in their age, and they were really brave people to look up to. Also, a lot of their book covers were re-done recently by new illustrators. Ruben Toledo is responsible for the amazingly dark and beautiful work on Wuthering Heights, Pride and Prejudice, and The Scarlet Letter, while Coralie Brickford Smith re-did a few of the Penguin Classics in a more subdued, antique-books-in-a-thrift shop style. Regardless, they're all amazing, and I'm ridiculously excited to possibly buy a full set for my birthday this year.
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Actual Blog Part of my BloggyBloo

Sometimes I wish I were one of those flawless looking indie chicks.
Yeah, you read right. I wish I were one of those really confident, skinny little slips of a person who is either always wearing just the most perfect, rumpled-sexy but still appropriate for the rest of the world outfits or just looks so put together it isn't even fair, funny or fucked up. You always see them with perfect skin, perfect-but-not hair, perfect everything. I wish I were like that sometimes.

Other times I enjoy malted milk chocolate way more than looking like an emaciated garden-rake.

But seriously, you know what I mean, right? That awesome mix of hippy-chic and kind of downtown grunge that makes only really skinny girls and/or really naturally beautiful girls look super hot. Because I'm not either of those things, I must take what I can get.

Also, I was just facebook tagged in a bunch of photos that were unfortunate. No one told me you could see the cute blue and white polka dots on my bra through my stupid shirt. Love the untagging feature on facebook, really I do.

Back to stuff.

I'm obsessed with VBS.tv. They do some of the sickest, most beautiful underground journalism that I've ever seen in my life. Its poignant and terrifying and lovely and sad, and there's really no substitute for them. I wish I were that talented.

Also, I love coffee. Any kind of coffee. And tea.
But mostly coffee because tea doesn't instantly perk me up when I smell it. I smell my bag o' delicious smelling coffee before I even grind my beans up. That's how delicious it is. Restaurants cannot make as delicious of a cup as I can. And that is a fact. Starbucks doesn't even hold a candle to my amazing Hazelnut dark roast from Papa Nicholas. Really.
So, naturally, I was upset when I went all the way to Target today only to find that they didn't have Papa Nicholas. At all.

Dear Indiana Targets,

Fuck you. Be more like a civilized Target than a bumble-fuck type place.
Townies don't know shit. You need to get actual coffee BEANS, not the little ground up bits. Those aren't as good as staying fresh.
However, I am quite happy with the Butter Rum version I got (ground up, goddamn you) from Archer Farms.

Love (but not until you get actual BEANS that aren't burnt-dark roast)
Miss Guided.

There, that's all I had to say. I love Target, but today they disappointed me.

Bad notes:

• Convincing parents to pretend to love me is harder than expected. They have hearts of iron (ironically passed on to me, haha). Not even my begging and pleading emails can make them pretend.
• Um, hi. I'm talking about my life to a blog. What does that tell you about me?
• Actually, I have quite a few friends, so really this is just me wasting time I don't have.
• I'm a liar.
• Evil horrible awful yucky experiments are going to start descending on my life soon. I like learning about other experiments already done, I don't want to make my own though.
• I have no money. Ever.
  

Good notes:

• I got the camp job. I just need to convince my parents to pretend that they love me and let me go.
• Getting in touch with old friends. :)
• Not studying for Criminal Justice exams and still getting As
• Coffee
• New Estee Lauder makeup. I love fresh ones. I use Nutritious 1.0 Intensity (because I'm paler than a bleached sheet of paper. yeah. that pale.) and it's wonderful. Beyond fantastic.
• Life in general

That's it.

I love you.
Sort of. You haven't proven that you love me back and I am of the firm and practiced belief that love cannot be unrequited, because then it's not actually love. It's misery.

Not-Love-Because-You-Have-Eschewed-Me-With-A-Firm-Hand,
Miss Guided.

P.S. Bonus pointed to whoever figures out from where I copied my salutation from.