seeing as it's my birthday, it appears logical to make a fit about how old i'm getting. well, not so. in all respects to time and how all-powerful it disguises itself as, i'm just the same. nice as that sounds, i've perverted it into a negative aspect that i must rid myself of.
didn't get what i wanted this year, like that matters nor is it the focal point about this. all i'm thinking is today was a genuine upset. i mean, surprises can go awry and...yes. the better part of my day turning 20-something was munching cake in candlelight while trying to get my internet to work.
delicious frustration. the cake was choco. it was funny how sometimes the candle looked like milk...but no. and have you heard chilly willy? dancing goodness.
remember how i was so fucking excited about this trip to nyc that i started laying out nearly 5 months ago? well, i just came back. so, maybe you can tell from the title how felt in regards to this city..i think i was so upset with the mediocrity since i had built up this fantastical place in my head (thanks a lot, movies of my childhood and tv shows) and i guess since i've seen much more awesome cities before ever setting foot there (yes, Tokyo, London, and Paris, you guys are my faves). Not everything was horrid--I was just expecting more. I was reminded of a super crowded Chicago, except this was probably the original deal. I liked the subway, even though it was kinda really rank, since it was totally efficient and made getting around super easy once i figured out where i wanted to go. (some) people definitely dress better, like, in a european way; it's a totally different aesthetic to los angeles. also, i was there during FNO and fashion week. The opening ceremony guy thought i worked in fashion (quel doux~). The sad of the FNO deal was not seeing karl, tom ford, alexander wang, getting free stuff, etc based on the account of my feet being massacred from walking in seemingly comfortable shoes. the only slightly famous person i saw was chrisian siriano at saks playing pictionary. he's so petit and adorable and hyperactive. ok. i don't want to bore you with the rest of my bad first experience (..heheh..), i'll throw in a few pictures of any noteworthy memories.
i must say, the bergdorf goodman has to be the most amazing department store i have ever been in. EVER. it's so wonderful inside.. oh, and these guys were dancing all nite long at the LV store on 9/10.
hello. it still doesn't feel like summer despite it being the end of june. i mean, it don't feel like the right month; i keep checkin' myself--the weather reminds me of march back home sans the humidity. i'm suffering the -itis relating to the excitement of something finishing, variable known as senoritis back in the days of high school. i have no idea what the equivalent of that is now...vacationitis? penultimatitis? whatever, i'm restless and eager for the end of this semester. hhem. i think this is major: "God Makes Music". I was told He could make amazing things, but possibly big banging beats when his sounds get put together? Exceptional. other great news: i can officially get into hijinks and look good. i've pretty much mastered the dance from bande à part. i'd do goddard proud, busting out in synchronized fluidity with my dastardly cohorts. pending i can find at least two other people who know how to do this dance.
