Blud Mewn.

Last night wuz the blood moon eclipseeee!
*spooky music plays*
*Stephanie Meyer breathes heavily*

















Now, the moon holds a special significance for me because, when I was a little tater tot, my mom (Kel) and I would say "Love you to the moon and back" to each other after bedtime stories. Somewhere along the way this all stopped. (Probably because I turned into a puberty monster), but...

...good news! "Love you to the moon and back" made a COMEBACK recently when I studied abroad in Argentina. Whenever we would sign off from the interwebz, we would say it, shout it, sing it. This time though, we did so in Essspanish. "Te quiero a la luna y regresar". Buenos Aires is a city I'll carry with me forever, but it also came with many-a-speedbump and it was good to have something familiar, even if that was only some moontalk from toddlerhood.

Aiight, aiight, you get it. Me and the moon are tight. Well, that obvi made me hyped to see the blood eclipse. So, a roomie, Kay-babe, and I bought blowpops (watermelon, duh) and looked out to see if we could catch it...

Thing izzzz...it was cloudy AF and didn't even start until 2am. So, instead Justin came over and, with blowpops in hand, we fell into the internet instead. How www.chihuahua-names.com hasn't gotten national media attention is beyond me.


Luckily, Imgurians pulled through for me with the lapsing gif above and the bomb Arizona shot below. Soi awesome.
+10 for you moon, you go moon.




Also, in case you didn't get your fix of GOT gifs from my last post. On pooiiiint to however made this gem...



All for now folkssss.

Versace.Versace.Versace.

GOT SPOILERS BEWARE. (Like you're not caught up though, Lannister pleasseee)

The return of spring is great for many reasons. Here are a few:

1. My birthday kicks it off. That means strawberry cake mmmkkkkk.
2. tank top season.
3. Warm.
4. Warm.
5. Outside Dartying
6. Eno Hangouts

Now, I love when the above springtivites happen. It's kewl. It's fun. But, there's one spring thing that trumps it all: the return of da television. This spring wasn't just any TV comeback, though.

DASS RIGHT

G.O.T. IS BAK.

Tonight was the Ep 2, Season 4 and let me tell you something. It should not be called Season 4 because it is not a season. It's a straightup SASSon. Everybody is throwing shade and giving reads and poisoning kings.

And I'm loving it.

Previously on the leaderboard for sass were these two hussies. Arya and Cersei. The eye rolls, the sword stabs, and the hair flips (yes, you can still flip that boy bob) peppered the first episode.

















Shade.  Shade.



























Triple Shade.




Tonight's episode, though, was a different story entirely. Arya wasn't even in it so bai you've been dethroned. Cersei was just too drunk to even be considered present so she's gone too. Who does that leave to usurp the Shady Thone, you might ask?

That's right. my girl, GMA TYRELL



The name's Olenna Tyrell, but because of her dope outfit tonight she is now and forever the beloved Versace.

In past episodes I had an eye on this feisty sartorialist. Like when she did this...



...I was like "I need more"

And more I HAD on tonight's episode. Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby J got assassinated but Versace did not even care. She sipped on her Merlot in her fine ass silk tunic and said "Bai little lion, haaaay Queen Margery". And it's not like I think she would even have changed her attitude if she was accused of being the assassin (Poor little dwarf). She is too old to care about eeeenybody. She does her, she keeps it real, and if she gets killed off I won't be able to continue.

Now if only we can get her to pose with a troupe of corgis and/or Meryl Streep...






Side note: I want to go to here. (You kno what im talkin bout Justin)