music

is a time machine that takes us exactly where we want to go: now.

memories

1. the power to recall sensory experiences from the past. 2. the act of remembering.

you know what

I would actually shit myself for a pair of louboutins.

OMG frandz!

check out my friend ana's blog, it tells about our funny and recent trip to dublin with some disposable cam pics:
www.annaluxx.blogspot.com

curiosity

"there is no cure for curiosity."

top of the line

today me and charlie went on an adventure. We found some cool buildings with vines allover. We went to see david ortega's exhibition at the barbican after coffee at look mum no hands, then went to the high society exhibtion at the welcome collection before collecting our portfolios from school. Whata good day. x

peachy keen

I feel so ladylike in my new pretty princess looking jasmine color skirt from lucy's vintage in dublin.

Dulcius Ex Asperius.

In the land of scot! loves ittt.

kickin it old school

hella old school.
man i miss sf. those were the good ol days

last night

i saw ariel pink's haunted graffiti at my friend rose's bar hoxton square bar and kitchen. it's so conviniently placed just a few blocks from my halls. i don't mind going to things by myself.the singer resembled kurt cobain and then called the crowd a bunch of posers. it reeked of reefer they were taking bong hits backstage. but there wasnt a backstage. then the guitarist looked like an asian pocahontus it took me forever to decifer if it was a guy or girl. it was a guy. then an asshole man was bitching at rose for leaving his card on the bar. then he was trying to hiton me. i fed him a dirty tomato from the bar to get him to leave us alone. roses friend later told me it was the singer from the klaxons. does that give you an excuse to be extremely annoying? i think not.