Attention Big Ass Shiny Forehead

Attention Big Ass Shiny Forehead:



Yes, you. Smell you later! You are about to be covered up!

I want bangs and strawberry blonde hair a la Franka Potente in Blow.

Isn't that pretty? Well, it's going to take some time to get my hair back to blonde, but I am on a mission. Getting my hair cut on Wednesday and I can't wait.

I'm on spring break right now, so I'm pretty much just sitting on my ass and eating a lot. It's great!

Where have I been?

Um...how did I not know about this? I've been crushing on Aaron Johnson in previews for Kick Ass for a while...so this is doubly exciting. This looks pretty good! Maybe I should get Netflix back...

Night Fever

My room mates probably wonder why I listen to this song all the time...but isn't it wonderful?



Sorry, I'm having a sort of extreme disco phase.

St. Patrick's Day

I know I promised pictures, but really, I was rather preoccupied most of the night. I want to be a person who takes many pictures but my camera is god awful. Also, I don't want people to think that I'm one of those Facebook photo whores. I'm really not, I rarely actually put my photos on Facebook. It's too much of a hassle, and for what purpose? So some assholes from high school can see that I like to drink a lot now? I think not. That is lame. Can we please just have a return to photography for the sake of photography? I like to have pictures of me and my boyfriend and friends having fun together. These times won't last forever, and it would be nice to have some pictures to remember it by. I just hate that people are always ducking out of the way because they don't want their boss to see them taking shots or something. Or then they approach you and say something like, "Hey, don't put that on Facebook" or "Don't tag me in that." I HATE FACEBOOK. I hate seeing the feed of people I usually don't care about. I hate getting invites to events that they inviter knows I have no interest in attending. I hate when random people that may or may not be still attending my high school friend me. I hate all of this bullshit, and yet I just won't delete mine or stop checking it! Oh, me.

I also hate cell phones, but that's another story for another time.

Well here's my pictures:



It's good that my green eyeliner sometimes can be used...usually it just sits in the box of not commonly used make up. I only break it out on special occasions!



Perhaps Carly and I were a bit more dressed up than the average St. Patrick's reveler, but I don't give a shit. We like to look pretty/ like prostitutes.





Okay, I know that I wrote before that I wanted bangs, but then nothing ever came of it. I really haven't had extra money to purchase a haircut with. But this picture tells me something: my forehead is enormous. It takes an awful lot of energy for it to be so large and shiny, so I should give it a little vacation and get some bangs. I think they will look nice, like Patti Boyd or Daisy Lowe.

Tonight we are continuing the Irish festivities with corned beef and cabbage. I shall be bloated for a month.

Let the festivities begin

Oh, hello. Did you know that I'm Irish? Like for reals. Not just for today. I hate when people say they're "Irish for today" because my skin looks like this ALL THE TIME. But anyhow, luck of the Irish: I finished all my finals this morning and this afternoon marks the beginning of SPRING BREAK. So, I'm about to go out, green nails and all, and terrorize the city of Columbus. I'm sure I'll update with pictures whenever I've recovered. Ta.

WTF?

I heard that ABBA got into the rock and roll hall of fame. Okay. Whatever, rock and roll hall of fame. What do you know? You're in CLEVELAND. You can't even go there between November and March because it's too cold and windy from the lake. However, I thoroughly enjoyed the place the 17 times I went there as a child. I live near Cleveland, so this was considered a fun day trip...again and again and again. Anyhow, ABBA?! Really?! Is that rock and roll to you?



This is rock and roll? Okay, hall of fame. You've got me stumped.

Granted, I really like this song, and was pleased to find that the video was equally, if not more, ridiculous.

I Want to Be a Rockstar

So...at some point during a spurt of crazy solo dancing in my room on Saturday, I decided something. I decided that I want to start a band. And I want this band to be a mix of New Wave, glam rock, disco, David Bowie, MGMT, and Lady Gaga. I want to make music you can dance to, and I want to dress up crazily. I don't know where I come up with this shit. But then I put an ad on Facebook about it. So now I have a drummer, a keyboardist, and another guitar player. All we need is a bassist...and to know how to be a band...

I was once in a band. We were called Dixie Newhouse. I played guitar and sang, and we performed songs such as "Santeria," "Say It Ain't So," and "Barracuda." It was freshman year of high school, and I was very uncomfortable with myself and not very self-confident. I hadn't even come into my adult bra size, how was I supposed to rock it?

So, hopefully this goes better than last time. Things are supposed to come together after spring break...In the mean time, here's some pictures I pulled off my computer and my Tumblr to show you some direction here...

So...that's the look I'm going for. Big hair, bold make up, teal, coral, denim, and heavy disco, 80's, and grunge influences.

At least, in my dreams. You know, the dreams where I am a rock star.

In other news, I want to tell you about two blogs my close comrades have started. My sister has started the 80's-tastic Captain Morgan, and my best friend has started I Have Fun. I highly recommend them to you...these girls have great taste and I've been ripping them off for years. Now you can too!

Don't worry, I'll be a better blogger soon...my quarter is done on Wednesday and then it's time for the St. Patrick's Day celebration! Although I am highly offended by the holiday, the phrase "Irish for a day" and the representation of my people in general, I hear that redheads can get free drinks so I'm going to take advantage of this shit!

One good thing about being Irish is that you hallucinate about flying around rainbows with watercolor whales all the time.

Bucket List #2

I've made a decision. I'm going to Morocco for one year. I need a new crowd.

Well, not really. But I've added an item to my bucket list, and this one has come with a plan. I MUST meet Paul McCartney. I am completely obsessed with him. And I don't think this obsession is unhealthy, because it has resulted in me a) loving music and b) actually learning to play songs on my guitar. If I can't meet Paul McCartney, then I would at least like him to know that I exist.

Which is why I am going to/ might make a Youtube channel dedicated to him. I'm just going to play his songs and sing them and then that's it. Maybe I'll get crazy about it. I don't know. But perhaps with persistence, he will see me! You know he's definitely the type of person who googles himself. Of course he is.

Well, we'll see if this actually happens. Before two weeks ago, I hadn't really played guitar for over a year so I'm really rusty. Did you know I've been playing guitar since I was 10? Yes, it's very embarrassing because I'm quite bad for having played 11 years. Sometimes I like to tell people that I just picked it up. Oh well, it's something to do when I don't feel like doing homework and it is a nice form of personal expression.

Ugh, I feel like my organs are all out of place from sleeping on an uncomfortable fouton last night. Gross.

The Perfect Woman

I know I'm supposed to be working on a paper (about From Hell by Alan Moore, which I really recommend), but a thought has just occurred to me. If I could look like anything in the whole world, it would be a cross between:

Christina Hendricks (could I BE anymore obsessed with her boobs?!)

And Megan Fox.

Just a thought. Back to the grind...

The End of an Era

Much as I enjoy watching TV on DVD over movies, I also enjoy reading serial teen novels over real books. I love the Hunger Games, Princess Diaries, etc. Don't you remember how UPSET you were when you shut the last Harry Potter book and it was all over? FOREVER? Harry, Ron, Hermione, etc., who we grew up with. Like, we went to high school with them. And coincidentally, the last book came out the summer after I graduated. And I knew that that chapter of my life was over forever.

Well, I'm feeling quite the same now. I just finished the last book of the Confessions of Georgia Nicolson series and I am HEART BROKEN. I don't think you understand how much I love these silly little books. Georgia Nicolson is the only female literary character I've ever really related to. We are one and the same. Except she is English. And probably cooler than me. And actually fictional. But whatever.

So, this part of my life is over, and I don't know what this means. But perhaps this jug of Carlo Rossi will help me...

PS Read these books! They are swell.