open up your eager eyes.

If there is one thing I can't stand is when other people use my stuff without asking. It's not even a fact that I'm not going to let you use it, I just want to be given the courtesy of being *asked* if you could borrow it. I don't know, maybe I'm a spoiled-selfish little brat. But, what's mine is mine, you can borrow shit, just fucking ask. /end rant

This weekend was so much fun. Friday saw a bunch of people that I actually like. Went to Cheesecake Factory where I told cj that she wouldn't be able to eat an entree and dessert. Yeah, I won. And that is why the rule is always order the desert first, than split an entree. lol. Saw sf, hj, na, dvdb, and lr. Had a really fun time catching up with all of them. Then it was way too early to get to as's house, so went to a Dunkin' Donuts run with cj and lr.

Seriously, hazelnut coffee is the shit. Had a large and that basically made my night, I went to bed at like 6am I was so hyped up from the caffeine. Too bad Lehigh doesn't sell hazelnut coffee... but yeah, I would spend way too much money on that. I already buy two cups a day here.

Then I'm too lazy/busy to go into the rest... considering I already wasted a paragraph talking about hazelnut coffee. Let's just say, it was great to be home. I do love my BARBIECO. And I'm so freaking excited/looking foward to Spring Break. :)

send me some guidance from above.

RIP The O.C.
2003-2007

Why I'm going to miss this show:

• People are always going to talk, you might as well give 'em something good to talk about. - Hands down, the best lesson I've ever learned.
• Seth Cohen - I will be comparing boys to you for the rest of my life.
• Mischa Barton's 3234 Chanel bags
• Seth + Summer / Rachel + Adam - Let's really not get started to how obsessed I am with these two. Alteast they end up together in fiction.
  
• The time when Summer's on the yacht and realizes that she likes Seth.
• Summer saying "Ew!"
• California here we come, right back where we started from.
  

ego's attempt to make it all clean and nice.

So today roughly 6pm I signed away my soul for $515.

Fuck, I really want to puke. Stress=massive amounts of coffee and no food. I really don't feel well. My stomach hurts. Hopefully I'll pass out by the end of these next 2 weeks.

so lock the kids up safe tonight.

So the weekend's over, back to work/exams/school/being overly-stressed. Ugh, my stomach hurts like a bitch. I really haven't been feeling well. I'm like emotionally and physically exhausted. Mentally I need a break. I just want to not be tied down by hour and have the freedom to do whatever I want. The whole p-thing is coming full circle, I just need to suck it up (for the time remaining). I guess I'm happy. Still indecisive.

Haven't been keeping up with London FW, but I'll probably skim through the collections this weekend. I miss my magazines, friends, and my house. Most likely I'll be coming home too! YAY!

Happy Chinese New Year, btw.

doctor to shake a waking nightmare.

I'm dreading these next two weeks. I've been extra overly-anal about it, making up 3982394 schedules of days by the hour. Yes. That's me! Anyway, if there is someone out there who wants me to succeed in life this greater power better make sure that I make it through. I just want time to stop so I can seriously fix up all the broken things in my life. And that does include cleaning my insanely messy room. Anal/OCD isn't really a good shade for me. GBYE SANITY.

Went to the mall on Sat with dh, is, and lw... it was pretty fun spending the whole day with them. Got shittarted as ac uses it. Earlier that day we where doing the whole p-thing. Drama unfolded, yet again. Didn't make the dance team tryouts on Sun- but that just enforces the fact that I'm an ex-ballerina circa 6 years. But... I am looking foward to Sat as hopefully it will be a good night/time. Still debating the Nicole Miller dress/wanting to go back to the mall/knowing I should spend that time studying for exams.

But, in all this chaos, let us not remember the "good ole days." Oh President's Day weekend '06, how do I miss you. RIP. Yes, I'll be thinking about you. There's always next year? I'll probably make another post regarding this... but honestly, IT'S FUNNY HOW MUCH THINGS CHANGE IN A YEAR. I'm so sad about this- it just sucks so much. And everything else is just going downhill.

ps: And yet another reason why it sucks to be attending university in Bethlehem, PA.
1) freezing cold temperature 2) wind that never gives up 3) absolutely no snow days 4) classes still held during four o'clock exams 5) missing hitting the la scene 6) not getting photographed

echoes of angels who won't return.

There's nothing like missing Chinese food and going to UC to buy their American style greasy/oily overly sauced sesame chicken and fried rice. But, what made it pretty sweet was the lovely fortune cookie. Flashbacks to The Simpsons with Homer being employeed as a fortune cookie writer and sitting with a huge typewriter with every Chinese character. Oh, good times.

If you know where the title is from, seriously best forgotten teenybopper. Moving on... much to my dismay, I will not be going to Boston for president's weekend. Sucks. I'm so bummed out. But, I guess there's other things to look foward to. YAY 4o'clock exams!

I'm finally going shopping since like the beginning of January. I'm excited, not going to lie. Even though the Lehigh Valley Mall sucks (even compared to Willowbrooke). There's an Abercrombie, so it's not the complete ghetto? hah. I'm seriously keeping it low key.

ps: For the previous post, I was going to do pictures, but that involved me using photoshop and actually putting effort into the design. Take my word for it.

so why can't I turn off the radio?

Phillip Lim: effortless, wearable, chic, stroll in the city.
Jill Staurt: modernality Russian crisp silhouettes.
Chris Benz: toned colour usage and worthy of mustard yellow.
Naeem Khan: extreme in it's finest length.
Oscar de la Renta: disorganized collection overall, but pieces in and of itself are ageless.
Marc Jacobs: ironically simple, one dimensioned, intentional concept to which sets fashion week.