Poised & Rearing

shadows

2011-01-15T19:44:00.000-08:00

"A CHILD with an UPRIGHT BASE" by Morian Thomas on LOOKBOOK.nu

2011-01-14T09:39:00.000-08:00

"A CHILD with an UPRIGHT BASE" by Morian Thomas on LOOKBOOK.nu: "goofing at the Funkshion Factory ..."

check it.

Damien Rice - Cannonball - Official Video

2011-01-11T11:08:00.000-08:00

2011-01-11T11:00:00.000-08:00

There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
it' still a little harder to say whats going on

-Damien Rice

not quote gorgeous...

2011-01-05T10:17:00.000-08:00

I may not be quote gorgeous like the girls in the magazines, but I'm cute, not because of my looks but because of what I base my life on, and that I know is a cuteness that will stand the test of time and make me beautiful with age. I'm not looking to be beautiful now for the sake of men, I'm looking to be beautiful for eternity.

So take your sexiness, your want for instant gratification, and stick it.

-V

Who gets to call it art?

2011-01-02T19:06:00.000-08:00

Well you do.
For Christmas I asked for the movie entitled: "Who gets to call it art?"
All I knew was that it covered the scene of the 60's and Pop Art. But fellow frolickers, it enlightened me on a lot more than just the 60's and Pop Art.

THIS IS A MUST SEE FOR ANY AND ALL ART LOVERS OUT THERE.

(Approved by Victoria)
This film definitely fits into the realm of holding the essence of Poised and Rearing.

This movie was phenomenal, especially if you are looking for an escape for a little while, I got comfy on my bed threw a blanket over my head and laptop, and boom, enter the world of pop art.

oVo

tribute to my fellow frolickers

2011-01-02T12:23:00.001-08:00

Tyler Shields never fails to move me

2011-01-02T09:18:00.001-08:00

Supertramp Breakfast in America

2011-01-01T19:00:00.000-08:00

So I just found out the other day that Gym Class Heroes made their song from this song.
The things I learn...

real lovers are silly

2011-01-01T17:52:00.000-08:00

Le Love

Neon Trees - Animal (Viral Version)

2010-12-23T20:46:00.000-08:00

oh oh I want some more, oh oh what are you waiting for, what are you waiting for, take a bite of my heart tonight..

The Black Keys "Your Touch"

2010-12-23T08:59:00.000-08:00

So how does it feel...to be dead?

2010-12-21T20:21:00.000-08:00

bootie affair

2010-12-21T18:54:00.000-08:00

2010-12-19T19:56:00.000-08:00

I can't be your fantasy.
-V

Elizabeth & The Catapult - Mamma's Boy

2010-12-14T11:56:00.000-08:00

Here's an oldie, that I use to listen to...and I came across it again, after listening to a mixed CD a good friend of mine gave me.
Elizabeth and the Catapult...I love.

-V-

Booger...imissyou

2010-12-09T14:25:00.000-08:00

at the end of the day, I'm willing to completely admit when I miss someone.

Amaze Me

2010-12-07T11:54:00.000-08:00

Let me be frank..

2010-12-07T11:46:00.000-08:00

We are not blessed for the reasons we think we are blessed.

Don't mistake this statement or this post to be a critique on how people count their blessings.

BUT, when we begin to think we are blessed because of our looks, our shoes, our car(s), or whatever...I think we are extremely mistaken.

We are blessed because in this huge existence of the unknown, living on a sphere that has space under it around it, above it...we are blessed because we have a God that still cares about us. That regardless of how unique and no matter how many "mistakes" we make, the ones we probably don't even know of, are disregarded. That we in this huge expanse of existence are cared for, by each other, and by God.

This my friends is being blessed. All the other stuff is just the perks.

Because like it or not, this world isn't about us, there's something much larger going on in this world, especially if theres thousands of galaxies out there...

cheers-

-to unfinished thoughts

Lets get this straight

2010-12-04T07:54:00.000-08:00

I keep going back and forth between my like and dislikes of artists... But you should give every artist a chance, why? Because I am an artist myself, and it is extremely important to understand, despite what you might fine intriguing to you, you will miss out if you confine yourself to certain genres. People's art is their ish, and such great labor and thought or forced lack of thought is in the process... How dare you, I say, how dare you, if you do not at least give them the respect that they are trying to transfer what is in their being into existence. Do not call an artist bad or good, this to me does not exist. Who are we as people to let the world declare what we are? This is not my goal... I am on another level, living in a different world. Try to catch me there.
-V-

Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah (Original Studio Version)

2010-12-01T18:57:00.000-08:00

Nina Simone/ Feeling Good

2010-12-01T16:13:00.000-08:00

The Party Pooper Song! Franc!

2010-12-01T11:40:00.000-08:00

Title for Italy Blog

2010-11-29T13:55:00.000-08:00

As I prepare for a semester in beautiful Cortona, Italy... I am trying to decide which blog service to use, and a suitable title...

Here is one of my options, more to come..

yes please...

2010-11-29T12:52:00.001-08:00

Matador, Madrid Spain, from blog: The Sartorialist

I like this one the best because his face is not the focus, his body is. the figure, and how he is reacting to his surroundings, and the clothing. Also love the detail on the leather.

-V-

I'm still a fan

2010-11-27T14:44:00.000-08:00

Why you gotta keep the fan on high when it's cold outside?

Just wanna let you know that I'm still a fan- get it?
Everybody wants charm, and a smile, and a promise

Well, I promise not to try...

-Eve 6

thought, used vs new

2010-11-27T08:35:00.001-08:00

Maybe just maybe I am beginning to understand.
I use what I have to create the unthinkable.
It's called being resourceful.
AND
I live a recycled life, I buy used clothes, used things, etc etc.
There is more meaning more character in the things you surround yourself with.
but then again...
this isn't a finished thought.

Good Morning fellow frolickers

-V-

A vest worth savoring

2010-11-26T20:10:00.000-08:00

Thanksgiving Break before Italy has proven to be quite a treat. God has supplied me with:

My Pappy coming for the week
More than enough good food
Good company
Gran Turismo 5
Wii
Getting permission to step into the kitchen: my Father's sanctuary
A trip up to Blue Ridge Mountains
Antique shop:

a vest worth every penny
Victorian patterns
and a $5 leather laptop bag

The vest reminded me of Mr. Thomas. If it doesn't fit Mr. handsome, then it will remain in my closet. (another over-sized piece for me to work with, never a downfall)

I love the shops up in Blue Ridge, they have the most interesting stuff, and I swear I will make every effort to fill my house with odds and ends from my favorite stores in that area.

They elude the scent of coziness, the feeling of home.

-V-

boney...

2010-11-25T11:53:00.000-08:00

I keep wondering...what would it be like if I wasn't bon(e)y,
OR
didn't have bones...
OR
couldn't feel my bones...

I think, it's very likely, I would be sad.

-V-

2010-11-25T10:23:00.000-08:00

As of late, there has been a need for me to re-evaluate what I have going on around me. This is what I have come to conclude...
sometimes people that were once important in your life, and trustworthy, are not anymore.
Not everyone is taught to be considerate, and not everyone thinks like "we" do. Yes, all this gibble gabble may be quite obvious. Yet, they are the things we forget quite easily. Why?

Simply because we get to caught up in our own lives, and constantly forget there are bigger things going on in the world.

We live on a floating sphere for goodness sake.

So maybe its about time I started to take to heart the things going on around me, though I would prefer to stay in my own little Victoria(land).

Just as an update for myself:::
I am using this blog, Poised and Rearing, as a place:

for my poetry,
thoughts I feel worth sharing
music that inspires my daily life & makes my heart feel
and a place to file phrases about life said to me, that I might not yet have an opinion on, but think worth noting and coming back to
Lastly of course, I want to throw in my photography

A reflection of me, maybe.

Just know, if you do actually read my blog, and care, I am every evolving, so don't hold me to anything on my blog.

signed,

fleeting, always poised and rearing

poetry skyline

2010-11-25T10:17:00.000-08:00

-V-

coeur de pirate . Étienne d'Août . la boule noir paris

2010-11-17T16:13:00.000-08:00

Bones Domingo - Violet

2010-11-17T13:07:00.000-08:00

Feist - Brandy Alexander

2010-11-10T14:52:00.000-08:00

A start to something new

2010-10-18T16:08:00.000-07:00

V. Photography

Are you that man?

2010-10-17T11:21:00.000-07:00

I walked into Home Depot this weekend with my mother and heard this song. Of course the next logical step for me was to download it on my iphone. BAM. It became the soundtrack for my Fall Break weekend. There's just something about two nerds singing a song about walking 5oo miles, and then 500 more, and of course there accent doesn't hurt.

My great idea, hold a contest to see what guy could sing it the best.

Any takers? :)

Just enjoy the song. Nerds are the bomb-diggity.

Hilary Duff - Beat of My Heart

2010-10-04T13:37:00.000-07:00

Lego Hello World

2010-09-27T18:32:00.000-07:00

A thought for the living..

2010-09-18T19:00:00.000-07:00

It's possible to get too use to being alive...maybe that's when we start to die.

O.P.I. at it again, swiss style

2010-08-19T20:32:00.000-07:00

It's only natural that O.P.I. would come out with precious names to go along with their 2010 nail polish collection.

Some of my favorite from the group:

Glitzerland

Lucerne-tainly look Marvelous

The color to watch

Diva of Geneva

Cuckoo for this color

and yes william

do tell me about O.P.I.

I'm not sure about the furry hats, but I'm definitely loving the colors, and I feel like I need to go skiing and figure out who William is.

But, for me, it doesn't meet the France collection.

-V-

Are your fingers crossed?

2010-08-18T11:22:00.000-07:00

Love this ring I found online at Seventh Door

website: shopseventhdoor.com

Blog: seventhdoorblog.com

Priced at 68 dollars, its going on my wishlist

I'm not sure if God would be proud of it or not, and I'm not sure how I feel about the crucifix being turned into a piece of jewelry...

But at the end of the day, its whats in your heart, not whats on your finger.

Though this thought is not to be confused with a wedding ring, THOSE are highly symbolic, and to be taken seriously. A cross is as well, but so is a fish.

All I'm wanting to say is that, wearing a cross doesn't make you Christian.

People have made it into a brand.

Thoughts to be continued...

Mmm...Cupcakes

2010-08-18T07:00:00.000-07:00

In the past two weeks I have managed to persuade my mother to make 24 cupcakes, My boss my favorite cupcakes ( FUNfetti), and myself another batch of Funfetti.

Totaling out to a strong number of 72 cupcakes.

I don't play with my cupcakes fellow frolickers.

I don't play.

Now as I was searching through some awesome cupcake images...I found a cupcake purse.

These are the days where I sit back and say: God I love your creativity. :)

I wonder if there are cupcakes in Heaven?

Until next time fellow frolickers...

Violet Eyes

2010-08-16T22:12:00.000-07:00

My new favorite

it's purple

its classy

its sassy

and the results have been astounding

it leaves just the right amount of linger

Just like Elizabeth Taylor in A Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

-V-

I'm bacckkkkkkk

2010-08-07T18:08:00.000-07:00

WITH A NEW DO AND A BRAND SPANKIN' NEW ATTITUDE.
POISED AND REARING LIKE NEVER BEFORE.

1. I have a photography website I am working on
2. I have a wordpress blog that is tracking all my projects and thoughts concerning my classwork, and summer projects
3. Though after only 3 months of owning a macbookpro the hard drive decided to become temperamental, I know they can fix it, they being the genius bar, because well they ARE geniuses aren't they? (and God has it all under control any way, no reason to fret)

This year is going to be full of great stuff:
Figuring out whether Graphic Design is the place for me, and Italy in the Spring

Dear God, please, from the bottom of my heart.

Fighting Loneliness

2009-08-20T19:41:00.000-07:00

Just recently my mind brought about an odd thought, referencing back to one of my favorite movies.. The Last Kiss. Here's something that I am learning, that I forgot, that I probably shouldn't be worrying about. But I felt like writing about it. So, miss independent fell in love, and fell hard, maybe too hard. And even though it was the wrong kind of love in many ways, in others, it was a great love. I would like to think it all wasn't a waste. Yet, I have come to the conclusion that even though it wasn't the best, most glorious relationship, I was in love, and what I invested my time and heart into is now dead, buried, and out of breathe. The flower has wilted, never watered, neglected, and denied love in some ways, in many to be frank. But still for something so important to die, you don't know whether to laugh, cry, be bitter, be certain, be proud, or scream. It's a whirl wind of emotions. But with all death, in time you are healed. I just hope that time is on my side.

Fantasy

2009-07-07T19:41:00.000-07:00

-to hide underneath a blanket with someone all day, with a flashlight, telling stories, dozing off, cuddling, reading great literature, deep quotes, laughing away things that at the moment weren't funny then, singing songs out of tune...and just loving the full day of a moment that could really last a lifetime.

-thoughts from the heart

Intense and Grotesque

2009-06-28T09:48:00.000-07:00

Two words that I came across a while back, I consider them stolen from a man's past. A past that no one knows about. A past that came to my attention two years ago.

When your heart is broken, you can't expect it go without pain. And you damn well better not expect the person that broke it to be hugged, nor welcomed with open arms. It's hard to look in on a situation when you are the one in it. The emotions don't always allow you to see that these painful experiences help shape the great person you will one day come. But with that comes sacrafice. You have to choose the right path, the one many call "less taken".

I am choosing, slowly, to take the less taken route. The one that leaves me alone, lonely for a while, but all for good reason. Simply because I don't want a two faced, over dramatic, filled with so much audacity... that he would have so little respect for a woman of my compassion to abuse it, to be in my life at all.

But if I choose the road, where I continue to be stomped on, and pushed in the dirt, called fucking stupid...I fear I will wake up one morning, and realize I sacraficed myself for someone who didn't ever really even love me, appreciate me, or sacrafice anything for me. That my lovelies, are what I want to teach people to stay away from.

I am done with listening to what they know I want to hear, I am done wasting my words on people like that.

But lovelies, believe me, I hate to sound cruel, cold hearted, but when the one thing you hold dearest to you is taken for granted, you will, and I will do anything to protect it from destruction.

STAB AT IT

2009-06-26T19:25:00.000-07:00

and just in case you're wondering I got that new I'm a single girl swag

Cut my hair 'cuz it reminded me of you I know you like the long 'do, had to switch my attitude up

I'm so over it, I've been there and back Changed all my numbers and just in case you're wondering I got that new I'm a single girl swag Got me with my girls and we're singin' it...sing! na na na na, na na na nahey hey heygoodbyena na na na hey, na na na na hey,hey hey heygoodbyehey hey, hey hey heygoodbye

I just lovvvee this DeBarge song... took the words right out my mouth.

WE GOODIES EAT SUCKERS, NOT FAGGOTS

2009-06-18T20:51:00.000-07:00

GET COOL QUICK.

Cold shoulder

2009-06-18T20:21:00.000-07:00

I knew that this would come, my cycle. Not where I'm bleeding inbetween my legs, even though that is on the way, but the cycle in my heart. This cycle is the one I hate going through, but I should take it as a good sign. It means my little thumper is in its healing process. To update the world, I am currently in the bitter stage. My heart is cold, bitter, unforgiving, and ready to pounce on any wrong move. The trust is completely lost, and won't be regained for a while, until I have my time to make ammends in my head, and heart. It surely is a crazy cycle. Nothing like a simple tampon fixer upper. It's a long and tiring process, but it feels good, harder than the last heartbreak, but now that I am catching on to who I actually am and want to become, I am glad I am hitting another breaking point.

It just sucks for the man. He's going to have it hard, but if he sticks around he will have a great friend out of it in the end. But I will become that smart ass that is undateable, or in most occasions more dateable because I will have grown accustome to his prick ways, and react with cunning wit to his every move. The man will most likely do nothing but sit back and laugh.

I will have won, and he lost. But gained something a new at the same time. A girl-friend, not to be confused with the past: babe, baby, sweety, baby cakes, darling, honey, but the friend that you once dated, once hit, once missed out on, turned good friend who will tell you like it is and end up being one of your most loyal friends to ever come across. The one who will always leave you wondering" gosh darnit, what if I hadn't messed up with her?"...Yeah, you would of had it made, but by then my mind will be so far gone up the road, not even interested in the past, only to reflect and help teach others. Everything will be alright...and in honor of the oh so modest mice..we do all, float on. :)

I do, I would, I will, but only this.

2009-06-17T14:05:00.000-07:00

So this ring has already been put on my blog, but now for a different reason.

This is what the man whoever wants to marry me should plan on getting.

LIKE FOR REAL.

guess what the good news is, I am so damn cheap, at least in accordance with the wedding ring world...

It is only 248 dollars!!!

anthropologie is the store boys, get to racing.

Uh oh..

2009-06-16T17:15:00.000-07:00

Victoria does have a secret

paint the town red with me darling

2009-06-15T18:34:00.000-07:00

Maybe it's just a bad habit, but I am the ultimate cheesy romantic. I like that bad boy turned good. I like the stubble around the lip, a guy who works hard for his money. Yeah, the pretty boys, who will take me on a genie ride. I may have high expectations, and half the world may be shaking their heads at my outrageous ideas, but I think everyone forgets the other thoughts, the ones I don't leave out. I don't want a perfect guy, I want a best friend, who loves to talk to me whenever and forever, who is goofy with me, and even when I am a complete bitch will tell me I'm beautiful til the day I die. But not only that, tell me when I am being a bitch straight up, and help me fix myself, cause I can't go it alone. Nor do I expect the lover of all lovers to do that.

Is it horrible, really horrible to actually be ready to fall in love, with that best friend I have always been searching for? To want to have that giddy feeling inside my belly, to feel my heart melt again? To be grumpy with them, to grow old with them, to laugh at people with them, to get lost with them, to travel, to go paintballing, to LIVE.

God bless the man who gets my heart, for he will be eternally loved, with no glance at another man, no worries in the world, cause my love is pure, good, and real, and ready to be shared.

This old soul, is going restless.

I want that guy best friend.

But in all honesty I think I already gave my whole heart away a couple of years ago.

Truth is

2009-06-07T18:53:00.000-07:00

As I was looking through all the photographs from the past to the present a thought came about. There is no way that "by chance" we all came into being. When I was looking at the photographs, I saw memories, happiness, emotions, sadness. Nostalgic sensations hit my nerves. There is no way there is not a God, because such beautiful memories, people, places, could not have been created by chance. And you are an idiot if you think otherwise.

Never Argue With A Woman

2009-05-31T08:58:00.000-07:00

One morning, the husband returns the boat to their lakeside cottage after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap.Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out.
She motors out a short distance, anchors, puts her feet up,
And begins to read her book.
The peace and solitude are magnificent.Along comes a Fish and Game Warden in his boat.
He pulls up alongside the woman and says, 'Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?'
'Reading a book,' she replies, (thinking, 'Isn't that obvious?')
'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her. 'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading.''Yes, but I see you have all the equipment.
For all I know you could start at any moment.
I'll have to take you in and write you up.'
'If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault,' says the woman.
'But I haven't even touched you,' says the Game Warden.
'That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.'
'Have a nice day ma'am,' and he left.
MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.

Let's Cut to the Chase

2009-05-30T21:25:00.000-07:00

I am tired of these people, the ones that are use to me catering to their every need. Last I checked, relationships no matter what kind, were a two way street, tango partners. I feel bad for saying this, but I need new people, at least maybe I need to give up the old ones for some time cause God knows I have held in a lot of what I wanted to say. I regret not saying those thoughts now.Cheers, to a hopeful new beginning, again, and again, and again. And maybe once more just for kicks.

Credits due to Miss Pritchett

2009-05-25T14:08:00.000-07:00

^^This helps on a not so sunny day in the nieghborhood^^

Not to mention I took one of those silly quizzes that wisely informed me the type of tattoo I should get: wings.

I thought it fit nicely.

A kiss on the hand is quite continental..

2009-05-25T05:50:00.000-07:00

But diamonds are a girls best friend.

IT

2009-05-24T21:45:00.000-07:00

if I have one will be named:

Belle

Simple, lovely, yet powerful.

I like it.

CAGE ME IN BABY

2009-05-24T17:02:00.000-07:00

^^CAUSE I WANT THESE BEAUTIES^^

-YSL-

Easy and Breezy

2009-05-24T16:09:00.000-07:00

Bottom to top, Mia Farrow to Rita Hayworth, I find a little bit of each inside my itty bitty existence. Only from time to time, for Victoria Campbell will make her own name for herself..hopefull. But their beauty is dazzling, and their free spirits only feed my hungry spirit apple after apple.

Cheers to the wonder of a woman willing to woo.

OBJECTION..

2009-05-23T12:14:00.000-07:00

as shakira says.

So objection, I dont wanna be the exception

To get a bit of your attention

I love you for free and Im not your mother

But you dont even bother

Objection Im tired of this triangle

Got dizzy dancing tango

Im falling apart in your hands again

No way Ive got to get away

His

2009-05-20T06:04:00.000-07:00

One never meets just Cancer, or War, or Unhappiness(or Happiness). One only meets each hour or moment that comes. All manner of ups and downs. Many bad spots in our best times, many good ones in our worst. One never gets the total impact of what we call 'the thing itself.' But we call it wrongly. The thing itself is simply all these ups and downs: the rest is a name or an idea.
-C.S. Lewis (A Grief Observed)

lovely's secret

2009-05-18T20:26:00.000-07:00

I SNUPPED MY HUR BECAUSE:

1. SOMEONE ONCE TOLD ME TO NEVER CUT MY HAIR. WELL HERE'S TO YOU KID::I DO WHAT I WANT, AND YEAH I AM A LITTLE BITTER...BITE ME.

2. NOTHING SAYS A NEW START LIKE CHOPPING OFF BAGGAGE, NOT TO MENTION MORE THAN A COUPLE OF INCHES.

3. I AM READY TO HAVE SOME FUN, AND WHATS BETTER THAN HAVING A SHORT RETRO BOB TO PUT THE FUN INTO GEAR.

4. I'M YOUNG, AND THIS BOB IS BOBILICIOUS, LUCIOUS AND DANGEROUSLY FLIRTY.

I AM LOOKING FOR A LUSTER FOR LIFE. OWWW.

a hint of jealousy in my air bubble..

2009-05-18T14:29:00.000-07:00

simply because, Katy Perry got to come out of a shell...

All I have to say is OY!

.FANTASTIC.

4 years...

2009-05-07T13:00:00.000-07:00

and she's still running
from those creatures
the ones she says

everything

ruins it for her
puts her four years behind
makes her question

everything

and she's still running
from those creatures
the ones she says

everything

has changed
no trust
no, surely no lust

everything

and she's still running
from the creature: him
that tore her strong tower

everything

he ruined it for her
she ruined it for herself
that wall

everything

should have stayed up
now she battles
her mind, her heart

everything

now more walls
thicker stones
wider eyes

everything

seems to lie
seems to be skeeming
the end

everything

to a new beginning
to a girl not afraid
to be alone

everything

is in the past
for she sees a future
of different things

everything

will be okay
for those creatures
one day

-Lovely

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM

2009-03-02T13:24:00.000-08:00

Your sorta like an amazing woman.

Best Mama Bear I could have.

MUAH!

silly goose

2009-03-02T13:07:00.000-08:00

It has recently come to my attention, that I just might be in the wrong. But then it only took me a second to realize, that was like giving the devil my soul. BAH! Recently I have come into two encounters with the male race that has left me questioning... Is this what it comes down to?

A lack of maturity is all I can note on these experiences. A major lack in maturity and ability to step back and say, wait a minute, am I thinking this through? I aim not attack any mans balls, thats just silliness of the sort, and I don't mean to attack their male (ness). It is plainly a lack of understanding, and well just being completely out of line.

Let me just get this out there into the world of thought.

No human being should ever feel like the should have to substantiate their existence to a complete stranger. And if a stranger does accuse you of being a liar of some sort or even dares to question who you are, dismiss them with a brush of dirt off your shoulder, because honeys, they ain't worth the worry.

Not to mention that the language of words is very dangerous, and sometimes, if not many things get lost in translation. All I can say is that assumption is a dangerous act, try to steer away from it as muc has possible. Of course to ponder on ones words is a great tool to keep improving, but to assume on someone else's words is digging your own grave.

Words mean different things to different people. Plain and simple.

-Some people have some eternal growing up to do. oh yes they do they do. :)
-Hell, we all do.

my style is quite selective, but my mind is quite reckless.

2009-02-26T12:18:00.000-08:00

I am on the verge of making another messy 360 in my life.
I am so tempted to name my daughter Jesusa, just for shits and giggles.
The one who might I say might never live.

I think I have been offered a chance to study photography in Greece.
What I wouldn't do to drop out of school and pursue it.

The Fisherman and the Syren, by Frederick Leighton, 1856-1858.

2009-02-23T14:03:00.000-08:00

BIG SIGH, this photo may be a new favorite.

the pleasant place...

2009-02-18T21:10:00.000-08:00

I will probably be one of the many who will become listened too, appreciated, and known once I die. But not until then.....

Mm Mm Mm

2009-02-10T18:21:00.000-08:00

when you have to make excuses in your mind for people, or reanalyze what their motive is, you might need to reanalyze your own motives as to why you still associate with them.

hmm hmm hmm

just a thought

I just finished a few new photo sets.

2009-01-19T20:26:00.000-08:00

check check em outttt.

www.flickr.com/newromantic

like poetry to wine..

2009-01-16T17:59:00.000-08:00

these lyrics...man oh man. they tug at my heart.

Eagle in the dark
Feathers in the pages.
Monkeys in my heart
Are rattling their cages.
Found a way to blue
And another ghost to follow
Said “it’s only up to you”
And that’s the hardest pill to swallow.
You never get to choose
You live on what they sent you
And you know they’re gonna use
The things you love against you
One foot in the grave
One foot in the shower
There’s never time to save
You’re paying by the hour
And that’s just the way it goes
Falling awake
And that’s just the way it goes
Slipping through the bars
Aware of the danger
Of riding in the cars
Taking candy from strangers
And it’s never out of hand
Never out of pocket
I’m supersonic man
Do you wanna buy a rocket?
And that’s just the way it goes
Falling awake, falling awake
Oh that’s just the way it goes
Falling awake, falling awake
Eagle in the dark
Feathers in the pages
Monkeys in my heart
Are rattling their cages
I could learn to play the game
I could learn to run the hustle
If I only had the brains
The money or the muscle

- Falling Awake by Gary Jules

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I�m dying are the best I�ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me No one new me
Hello teacher tell me what�s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I�m dying are the best I�ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world Mad world

-Mad World by Gary Jules

Today i saw my father standing in the graveyard
looking very somber looking for his mom
when he finally found her he said that it was different
everything is different nothing's really changed
my brother would remember sitting in the hallway
waiting for my father both of us were scared
when the doorknob turned we took off for the stairway
looking for some cover trying to get away
a guide dog had to serve the role that you would not let
the mother of your children every really play
the office was a dungeon where you hid your fears of
what would really happen if no one ever came
i wonder if you blamed yourself for when she left you
by closing up the garage door and turning on the car
your father must have lost it your sister couldn't help you
but dad if you were lonely you had no where to turn
of father can't you see the pieces that have fallen on the ground
when you and mom decided nothing could be saved inside this house
everything has changed
everything has changed
last night i had a dream that i was in the graveyard
looking at my father buried in the ground
i'd swear that i could hear him tell me he was sorry
he told me he was sorry and everything has changed

-everything has changed by william fitzsimmons

19 January's

2009-01-12T13:00:00.000-08:00

odd age

last year as a "teen"

forgotten by the one who "loves me endlessly"

Surprise parttyyy =]

cheap lipstick, rose velvet

fidgeting with my ring

used books

The Bell Jar

practice canceled

russian christmas

family dinner

skyline of polariods

being back with my royal flush

+ it being my birthday

________________________________________

a hella fly birthday

pieces of the things I love

2009-01-11T10:56:00.000-08:00

Don't you just love throwing your clothes all over the room. The floor is the biggest shelf in a house, I suggest people start using it wisely.

Nothings better than sitting in your place of peace, drinking Orangina, listening to the Ting Tings, and recalling some great photos from an extremely short break. :)

Elva is a beautiful name, and Elva was a beautiful person.

Oh, how I love her so.

GOTCHA- Elva Edwards (a.k.a. Nanny)

I'm not holding my breath...

2009-01-08T18:30:00.000-08:00

for people any longer.

It wastes my good intentioned energy on sorry asses.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATT GEORGE

2009-01-02T07:05:00.000-08:00

Here's to you, Matt George.

A capricorn, a kid, a true friend.

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY

Meet Virginia

2008-12-29T04:18:00.000-08:00

Besides the itty bitty fact that it happens to be the second hometown of my father, and the original hometown of my mother, I continually meet Virginia over and over again. Each time I get introduced to such a beauty I leave with a different mindset. Plus I couldn't not talk on, I will be meeting Virginia in the new year.

In the past couple of days I have learned quiet a bit; which, I have decided to include in my New Years resolutions. I usually am far from making a list of what I intend to do, but in past years I always forget, so here it goes:

1. learn how to skate board
2. Don't have a baby til at least I hit the 30 mark (thats IF I decide to bring a little person into the world)
3. If I DO get married, make sure that person signs a contract stating if they decide to divorce me, they know ahead of time that I will kill them if they do.
4. Don't buy gifts for people ( this one will be a hard habit to break, I love surprises)
5. Learn how to play the guitar
6. enduldge my noggin with good reads
7. Get busy on my scarf collection
8. Continue to ponder on the truth of the matter (research edgar cayce, finally finish watching zeitgeist the movie, and decide what I think about both)
9. truly sit and contimplate walking into the world of penny lane with laluena.
10. Focus on my insanity, and pleasing it
11. Enjoy life, more
12. dip into my secret pleasures

Faggots..

2008-12-25T19:58:00.000-08:00

..is what they are called in Europe. And as beautiful and seductive as these little cancer sticks are..as tempting as it is to pick up the habit, just so I can have the seductive appeal..I can't bring myself to the reality of acting upon it. It makes me cringe at the thought of only shortening my life, killing my body, and creating more obstacles to jump over. I will leave it to be appealing in a photograph, such a deadly stick between the fingers of so many makes such a beautiful portrait.

And so it was... I hope I will be lucky enough to say, I never smoked. In my imaginary world, I find Mary Jane, and fags to be a every day part of my life, but in reality, I wouldn't think of it. Thank goodness I have two separate worlds in which I live. But thank goodness also for the people who do smoke, for they provide us the most intriguing images.

Sir, your fashion has the cold heart of a killer

2008-12-20T19:34:00.000-08:00

LA COLLECTION DE FRANCE by O.P.I.

(No words to describe)

Alright, maybe elegant, classy, nothing short of what is expected from OPI and France, and its just plain sexy man.

Self- Pity

2008-12-17T19:56:00.000-08:00

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

-D. H. Lawrence

G.I. Jane, a film that should be thought upon, as if you were to close read a novel.
Simply put it encourages me to do three things:
1. Shave my head
2.Ask the ever pending question: Why are women not given the choice to be put on the front line? Is that to say that our lives (as women) are more valuable, or more painful than a death of a man's?
3.Lieutenant, suck my dick.

I am not one for violence, or political games, but I am for letting both male and female have the choice.

We are all at heart wild things, waiting to be set free into our destinies.

Females may we never lose our wit.

The first name girl

2008-12-15T20:47:00.000-08:00

What can I say, she's my butta, my depise(e), partner in crime, the one who shares my reign in being queen of the bitches, she's mi laluena.

We have technically known each other since middle school, well, known OF each other. The closest we got to actually holding a conversation was our freshmen year of high school when we found out that we had dated the same sleaze ball. I heard from a source that she was beyond surprised that I had talked to him, she said I deserved so much better. That should have been my first hint that we were going to be friends for life.

But sadly that was not the moment we became lovers. We became lovers randomly, instantly junior year of high school. We found each other amongst the prison, better known as our high school. It was the first week of school, lunch time, and we happened to sit next to each other. The rest is history.

We now share venting frenzies, heartbroken conversations of how we deal with bastards from our past, that we continually go back to, we share movie clips, crazy nights of hitch hiking through gated communities, being proud of Mary Jane, and conversations about the disappointing world we continually admit we live in, and cursing competitions.

More importantly we despise people equally as strong together. This lovely adventure began when a woman decided to repeatedly not smile at me when I passed her, grinning to maybe brighten her evening. She refused. So naturally I decided to tell mi laluena. Thats when we decided to start despising people. From that came the birth of the list, consisting of that woman, a man named speedy Gonzalez, and a S.F.H.( I leave that anonymous).

Not to mention that we declared ourselves during this same night the queens of the bitches. We fool people day in and day out. She treats people honestly, but they love her to death and constantly bother her. We are still trying to figure out why people won't leave her alone. While I am said to fool people in a different way, I fool with kindness, and turn on you when you least expect it. We honestly will hate on anyone and everyone in our path.

But if you met laluena, you would adore her. She is the truest friend I have, and my love for her is every growing. If seen from afar it may look as if we have lesbian tendencies, but it's just that sisterly love that couldn't be shaken from day one.

We sit in silence, and have the greatest of adventures, even while attending two different colleges...which might as well prove any person wrong that long distant relationships can't work. It's all about the effort lovelies.

Cheez-its, not regular, and white grape juice may be a favorite past time, and our hippie like tendencies are anything short from freakishly similar and my love of reading aloud to her from cosmopolitan is not even the half of it.

Needless to say, there is a reason we met, I think its because we are meant to rule the world.

stay tuned...

Here's to you mi laluena, trick ass hoe, hoe ass trick, you are someone I could not live without.

INCENDIARY.

rich kicks

2008-12-12T15:58:00.000-08:00

Think rich, look poor.

-Andy Warhol

I'm gonna get my kicks...while I'm still young enough to get em...

-Riz

Trouble, Trouble, Trouble

2008-12-11T12:33:00.000-08:00

My thoughts are those that people wish not to discuss. Therefore I write and let my words fall into the shadows of a closed book. For there they remain safe and frozen for my mind to recover in due time. For my soul recognizes it as a cousin. A past of comfort where as others do not wish to reach such a depth in conversation. For people fear the discussion of possibilities or a time consuming thought process. We live so much for instant gratification, no one has time to talk anymore. this world has become so lacking in true companionship, no one cares to look at the embodiment beside them and learn from another mind.

This is a sad state, a very grotesque place to end up living in.
I am ever in search for souls, real souls that are willing to sit on the ground, and chat up about doubts, about dreams, about anything.

trouble, trouble, trouble dwells in the bottom of my passion driven heart.

Love and let love my friends, love and let love.

Embrace a moment of silence, the lyrics of a song, the music you hate, the people you wish you had never met, the love that once was, embrace embrace embrace the trouble that comes your way throughout the day.

Should we hike those skirts of ours up?
I don't know, but embrace the day.
even the most troubled of them.

voodoo child

2008-12-10T11:47:00.000-08:00

I have now succumb to the wilder world of the act of blogging.

This is not even the beginning [of the beginning].