Monday, October 27, 2008


After devouring a deliciously fattening breakfast at Cracker Barrel, I headed on over to Barnes & Noble. Although I honestly wasn't planning on doing anything more than sitting to read Vogue, I spotted this book. I picked it up and began looking at the numerous colorful pictures and was quite happy, considering that I had been to many of the wonders that were shown. I cannot begin to explain how much the world never fails to fascinate me and how looking at pictures can cause a volcano of wanderlust in me. Before I knew it, I was practically in a hypnotic state.


Sunday, October 19, 2008

Where Do I Start?

I sort of wish I was a bear right now. All they ever have to do is eat and hibernate. They never worry about the minute troubles that us humans do (Well, I don't think so at least. I'm afraid I have never been a bear. Yet.). Let me explain to you how this hell-hole of a week has been for me so far. On Monday, I had to wear a splint on my hand because it has been discovered that I have Carpal Tunnel Syndrome in my right hand. Stupid laptop that causes repetitive motion. You have no idea how hard it is to take notes from a teacher to speaks 3424 words per second whilst your palm and wrist are throbbing. Tuesday, I got my benchmark exam back-- C. The sad thing is that I was so confident that I had gotten an A. Wishful thinking, I guess. Wednesday, I walked into school before the bell rang to sit with my friends. We talked about how we all had a gut-feeling that the day was going to be horrible. It was, considering I came across three people who said they found money in their pockets that morning, I had missed my bus, and I had made myself tea that morning for the bus stop, but couldn't even bring it because my hands were full of textbooks. A perfectly delicious berry tea to waste. When I got home that day, my parents had a surprise for my brother and not me. He gets travel to Georgia with my dad. Had they ever thought that maybe I want to miss school and see my grandparents?! I guess not. Today was not as bad as the other days actually, but I guess that's just to give me a break because tomorrow will be a whole new series of unfortunate events (pun intended).

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The Models

I have to decided to celebrate the success of ethnic models. They (we) have proven to be the look designers/people would die to have: mysterious, sensual, exotic.

Green eyes, black eyes, fair skin, ebony skin, numerous hues of hair. Beauty diversified.


Carmen Solomons. South African.

Charo Ronquillo. Philippines.




Chanel Iman. African-American.



Kang Seung-Hyun. Korea.





Jaslene Gonzalez. Puerto Rico.



Liya Kebede. Ethiopia.

Carolina Ribeiro. Brazil.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

A Little Substance is All I'm Asking

I am sure you have heard of this new tv show, Paris Hilton's My New Bff. Yes, people have really stooped this low. If you need a television show to find a friend, you, my friend, have a problem. This is disgusting. I refuse to watch it. I heard from a somewhat hip substitute the other day, that on the first episode, the contestants were given make-overs. How grossly shallow. I did a little research and of course most of them were given platinum blonde Pamela Anderson hair. They even have competitions like "How Long and Hard Can You Party?" and play polo while using bare-chested, herpes-ridden-looking men as horses.

The Apprentice used to be my show... until the Trump man decided to move it to Los Angeles. WAY TO KILL EVERYTHING. "How about the losing team has to sleep outside in tents!?" is what I am guessing Donald Trump said to his posse because this is what happens now instead of them just staying in the apartment like they did during the other seasons. How lame. I thought Donald was supposed to be the epitomy of a buisness man? Obviously not.

I can't even begin to explain how much this disgusts me-- I Love Money. Just shoot me already.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Memories

Sitting, eating dinner, my mom asked, "Do you have any cozy memories from when you were little?" to my brother and I. My 13-year-old brother of course spoke about some random memory of waking up to a rainy morning and walking down stairs to find that the rest of us were already up and about with smiles on our faces. Not so random actually, I guess. When it was deemed my turn to share, I spoke about my memories of being 10-years-old on winter Saturday mornings. The smell of cinnamon baking apples, biscuits, bacon, and my mothers coffee would literally wake me up. When I walked down stairs my mom would greet me with her usual, "Good morning, little lizard." I would go into describing the "little lizard" thing, but I'd rather not. My dad would be watching his daily dose of the morning news and my brother would be squeezed into the most awkward little crevice he could find, which was usually the little pocket between my parents. I would then sit on the couch and curl into a ball, just to go to sleep again. Now that I think about it, I don't know why I would always do that. I guess the sound of my family's voices soothed me? Not sure. My moms cozy memory story sort of makes mine sound amateur though. She talked about living in Alaska when the days were dark for 24 hours. She would go inside from the frigid winds and warm up from the steam from the food my Grandma would cook. Beans and rice, probably, which is what us Creoles are famous for. The steam would make condensation on the windows and my mom would write all over them with her fingers. Great memory, right?

This kind of saddens me because this just a memory and doesn't happen anymore. Growing up is kind of a sad thought. Now my Saturdays are full with debate tournaments, fashion classes, and chores. I secretly envy little kids. Well, I guess it's not a secret anymore.

What is your cozy memory?

Friday, October 3, 2008

Metamorphosis

Remember these days? I sure do. When I was young, I could watch Mary-Kate and Ashely Olsen's To Grandmother's House We Go a million times. Oh, those beaded bandanas and platform flip-flops. It seems like I have watched these twins grow up (even though they are 6 years older than I). Now look. They stalk around in sky-high stilettos and peer over avant-garde sunglasses. I admire them for it.


I could, and maybe should, have put up so many more pictures but that would have taken hours. They way they put together clothing to look so thrown together and expensive-sloppy is so lovely. Even though it seems as if they are still trying to hold on to the heroin chic look, I am officially declaring the Olsen twins as my fashion inspiration.