31st January 12
It really has been a long time since I’ve written anything. Well, not really, I actually wrote something about a week ago but since it was on my iPhone, after I exited the app to turn on “airplane mode,” the text erased. The feeling after a piece of writing disappears is so empty and bare. It’s not a nice feeling at all. It’s sort of like being taken on a long 8 hour drive to Disneyland, only to be told it had all been destroyed in an earthquake the night before. Empty and dissatisfied.
Well, anyway, I’ve gotten married since that last written post on January 17th. In fact, I’ve been married for over a week now! It’s a little funny walking around with the same sort of men staring at me, especially because they still don’t seem to notice. This, of course, causes me to vigorously rub my face with my left hand. Perhaps then they should notice the glimmering blue and white stones on my blood finger.
Yes, I did just call it a blood finger. Do you know why? Well, long, long ago the ancient Romans believed that it was this particular finger that held the vein directly leading to the heart.
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So everybody has been asking me about the wedding and how it went. I mean, of course they’re asking, why shouldn’t they? You see, all in all I thought it was fabulous. The beginning was a little odd because of the absolute disarray my assigned “helpers,” left the place in. The seating was wrong, the tables were wrong, decorations incomplete, people didn’t know what they were supposed to be doing, and the pianist took a pause at an odd moment.
Other than those disappointments, the night went well. I had myself a good amount of bubbly without feeling sick, a few groovy dances, and a sense of high glamour with the fur wrapped around my neckline. On this I shall elaborate later. It is now time for sleep.
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On another quick note, I have been having a crazy addiction to online shopping lately. I am now an official subscriber to Michele Phan’s MyGlam, Aveda samples, Refinery 29 (which is the best beauty and fashion blog ever!), Allure magazine, Details magazine, a Sephora points member, and Asos. Ahhh!
29th January 12
Didn’t I tell you not to fly American? #americanairlines gave us a #brokenwindow on our trip back from Hawaii. #fuckAA (Taken with Instagram at Los Angeles International Airport (LAX))
28th January 12
The new Mr. & Mrs. Laduda by Svetlana Mrill
24th January 12
Russian men are hot. Mine is on fire.
20th January 12
fungi:
French artist Philippe Ramette believes nothing should ever be fake. His impossible, gravity-defying poses might look like classic Photoshop, but look a little closer and you’ll see evidence that it’s not. “You see a tension in my hands, my red face is far from serene as the blood rushes to it, my suit is ruffled,” said Ramette.
(via lolitabandita)
20th January 12
I remember why I don’t have friends now.
Because I h a t e p e o p l e.
20th January 12
Cold rain and hot tears mixing.
17th January 12
kateoplis:
Francis Ford Coppola’s Citroën DS, Zoetrope Studios, 1982
17th January 12
It’s three days before my wedding day and I just kissed somebody else.
But only because it was a rehearsal and it has to be practiced in order to be right by the time we film.
It’s a web series called “The National,” about a guy who moves to a town away from home to start college and get a job. Bryson starts working at a local movie theater where he makes both friends and enemies.
Only one girl works there. Seventeen year old Sarah takes his breath away from the first hello. She’s a vibrant and tangled up creature, struggling with many difficult decisions.
The story goes in all sorts of ways, creating both hilarious and tragic moments for all members of The National team.
The guy who plays Bryson is twenty four years old. He graduated from SF State as a theater major of some kind. He’s a nice guy who broke up with his girlfriend last week. Se seemed kind of wrong for him anyway, from what I could gather from her Facebook.
In rehearsing our first scene together, he kept on avoiding the “accidental kiss.” That’s when I said that we really should just get it over with because if we don’t do it now, it’s only going to get harder to do later. The scene turned out quite well.
The next few scenes were focused more on character and feelings. Luckily, Steven and I have good chemistry. This really helped lighten the mood and maintain a light and friendly environment.
The last few scenes of us together involve a lot of kissing. Two separate scenes to be precise.
I’ll tell you honestly that it felt pretty awkward having to run my hands through someone else’s hair. To hit my teeth against some huge choppers that I did not choose. Physically it felt all wrong. But in my mind I went totally numb. No feeling of attachment or curiosity crossed my mind, not any sort of enticement or desire to pursue some kind of affair. I just focused on my character and what she had to say. Let the laughs come from her elation, not mine. For the first time in a long time, I could feel my character take over me. That’s the way it’s supposed to be when you really understand your role. And I think Sarah and I could be very close.
17th January 12
maudelynn:
I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve been married for 47 years. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work. My heart died at that moment.
My man… in a few decades :D
That’s adorable. :))))) why are men not like this anymore?
(Source: ronaldpbarba)
16th January 12
scaena:
The Dead Sea, Jordan. (by blueribbonbunny)
On our 5th anniversary we should go here. :)
16th January 12
Children Speaking Russian, Chinese, or German.
When dogs try to “talk,” and their ears go back all cute.
Being exactly on time.
Freshly painted nails.
Warm cozy sweaters.
Having clean and silky hair from morning till night.
When people follow through in agreements.
Large grains if salt.
Having lots of money to spend on my day off.
When my makeup looks fresh all day.
Sheer and pearlescent lingerie.
When girls flirt back knowingly with me.
Letters in the mail.
The smell of old books. old books in general.
French fries with ketchup, whipped cream, caramel, or Russian ketchup.
