Spring, Sprang, Sprung Threadz

It may not be another month til springtime but the weather (sunny with a chance of sunny) and the new vintage clothing (baby green plaid shirts with a chance of striped rompers) says otherwise. Spring has sprung and aint nobody mad!

DyNaMiTe Vintage Clothing in downtown Athenz jumped on the spring wagon and AlliePop and I found some goodies. Flower corduroys, Flower romper, "unicorn jumpin through yo ear" earring. nuff said.

Also, it may not be a "spring thing" piece but Lori, The Vintage Vixen, was holdin the most bomb fur vest for me. Black n White for when I become a Brooklynite (left)

Also, found this baby plant peeking out of the corner of Jittery Joes Coffee Shop when I was doin homewerk.

Coffee. Shrubs. Love.

Also, Also.

Always Baked Update!

Work at Always Baked Bakery has been going well for the past couple of weeks. making cookies. eating cookies....eating more cookies. 

But...a couple days ago I tripped (too lanky!), spilled an entire mop bucket (bleach city), and pulled down a rack of dishes in an attempt to get my balance (smash, shatter, and roll) 

Below is what became of my purple pants. I guess I gotta bleach those suckers completely noww. Washed Out Plum? #DontHateIt

Now I zzzzz. Midterms Upon Us! I am toast.

If This, Then Happy

At the start of this semester I may have gobbed about how my creative writing teacher, McKnight, was da bee's knees. The greatest. EL JEFE. I also might have mentioned that if your fictional short story was good enough he would read it in class.

First piece I wrote...he TO' APART. to shreds. Fair enough though--twas a bit of rubbish. 

But my most recent attempt? He loved it! (and he read it in his smoky, slow-as-molasses voice in front of all my fellow story crafters)

Great week booster for a stressed out lank covered to his ears in dough and internship applications. 

So, so, so, I thought I'd also blast my little ditty out here. Nothing like a "Yes And" to up the ante from a room of 12 people to the InterWebz.

Click for the full story and disfrutaaaa!

If This, Then Happy

I am sitting at the top of Tootsie Falls, shivering my skinny white ass off. How was I supposed to know March would be so cold when I asked moms & pops for a Cedar Rapids Birthday Pass? I am 13 today...

Werk, Werk Doughboy.

It has been a while my sweet interweb canvas.

Update, Holla, Holla.

Last week was NYC Fashion Week!
 Howeverrrrr due to the poor timing of the blizzard of 2013 I didn't make it up to see muh main gypsy, Stefania. :(

Glad to have the Sartorialist in my life cuz there was some crazy good threads flowin down that runway.

Suno Fall/Winter 2013

 jumpsuit yo diggity do.














...and some Dolce & Gabbana flower coats. GET AT MEH.









Soooo, instead of faring the wintry beast, I kicked it in Ath and so glad I did. Dancing commenced, per usual, and February rooftop-mimosa shenanigans happened, too. (The weather has been quirkin up lately)


In other news, I got a job! So I can pay for my 21st bday in VeGaZzzz.
I am working at a cookie factory called Always Baked and it's da bomb. Fing-smackin cookies.Catchy tunes. my main roomie Allie (got me the job). what could be better? Nada.








But, on a doughier note, I cannot stop eating the little nuggets of joy. We even sell deep fried cookie dough. Ahhh so gewd. Watch out, here comes my journey to dough-hood
......one crumble at a time.

Also, creative writing goes well with the Reggmeister but I need to stop makin my stories so formal. Just sit and let it flow outta ya, says Reg. Hopefully this blog-vomiting helps a bit.

Gonna give it a whirllll. Toot-a-loooo, trollops!

New Year Hurr. Dread Reggie, Wordsmith.

New Year Up In Hurrrr. 2 0 1 3

Got to travel a bit during the December hiatus. Among the highlights were Amsterdam where I visited a friend who lives there and the vintage shopping was GOLDEN. Got a couple ponchos and a big.fur.hood.coat. Macklemore im coming for youu.

I also made it to San Fran and then LA for the New Year.

San Fran involved some Muir Woods wanderings (can't get enough of those grandmother Redwoods)

anddd going out in the Castro&Market St. The streets along the Mission district are full of vibrant, colorful muses, dirty dream-trapped hippies, and foreign street vendors bright-eyed with the prospect of a quick buck one of their Panda hats could bring. I also stumbled upon a Pug in a Wagon on the beach. So, there's that.

Once in LA, the clock struck twelve and Britney and I were jamming to "Lucky". 

Grade A Karoake for another bombdiggity year.

  

Now it's back to the Classicc City and classes started today!

First class-Creative Writing. And my teacher is an older, African American with longggg dreads named Reggie.

He's one of the most passionate people about writing I've ever met. But in a subtle way. Like when he talks he whispers, as if the craft he speaks of is too hallowed to say at a regular volume. I LOVE HIM.

We're writing only short stories and his last line of today's class to defend the glory of a good short story was: "Novels are the most unnatural form of narratives. Humans, you, me, him, speak in anecdotes. Legends, myths, oral lessons, are all passed down in anecdotes. The short story is an anecdote and we've been doing it for thousands of years and, if you ask me, we've gotten pretty good"

Of course he whispered such a thing in his smoky, smooth manner and it got me super pumped to start! First story's due in a week. Leyyygo. 

Marina.and da Cheetah Pumps.

Marina and the diaaamonds two nights ago in Atlanta was pop pop poppinnnn. Cant get enough of that electra heart. However, a few qualms:

1. It was a weird mix of middle school señoritas and Atlanta gays. Definitely made for some friction in dat pit.
 2. marina was sporting fluffy, feathered cheetah pumps that belong only on the wrinkled feet of a suburban housewife cougar

 3. NO ONE WAS GETTIN THEIR GROOVE ON. Ppl ppl, if you in da pit dance or find an exit. Aye aye.

Those aside tho whatta talented mamasita. Snapped some pics---whoooop

In other news! Just landed in NYC to get tipsy with my gypsy Stefania. Cuddled in a warm  Brooklyn nook right now about to go to the parrkkk then tonight its probs karaoke and some jiggin. Then it's off to Amsterdam tomorrow to see Evi, my Dutch amante!

Keep ya posted. Baiiii.

Hotty Toddy CinnaSpicy

The year's coming to an end rapidlyy and I've been spending way more time with the roomies because as soon as finals end we'll all scurry to our own little burrows and I won't see em til JaNuArY! Been a waay crazy ride with my 7 lady steed babes so far and I can't wait to gallop with em come spring.

Last night we went night walking all together and wandered around downtown Athens. Christmas tree selfies, gangly crazy-eyed musician rambles, and milkshake sippin while people watchin ensued, naturally and I was Asparagusin real harddd (footnote--Asparagus=grin to grin smiling). We also raced home and I dont wanna toot-a-toot-toot my own horn but I hailed as victor. :)))

Today, it was more...that's right!... roomie Athens tromping. Yes, I have a final on Tuesday but I just want to fall in love with the Classic City all over again. Gawwwd get off my backkk boooks/schooltyme






Me and AlPal went thriftinggg (AgOrA & MiNx) and found some gemz. But we have no monies so we just snapped these (professional quality) photographs and scooted ouutaa there.

Michael Jackson Action Figure. Jean Jowboy Joots. Leopard Heel Sofa Chair. Athens Vintage you tempt me with your treasures. Alas, they were all out of our pricerange. But Allie did walk away with a hotdog sweatshirt (it's scratch-n-sniff!) so holla hollaaaaa. WIN.

Also, because its hoiDaaaay time the RENTS have beens sending finals survival/yuletide boxes.

2Gewd2Me Tom&Kel. Anddd, Lauren's madre got us each something too! Lotion for the girls and a candle for meh cuz im the boy of the house. AND LUCKY FOR HER CINNAMON HOTTY TODDY IS THIS BOYS FAVORITE CANDLE FLAVAH WHOOOP WHOOP. Lightin dat shit

                           

P.S. I leave for Amsterdam next Thursday! More to follow soon--eeeeep it's almost time!

Stop---Get Jiggy

                                            

---I take her out when there's too much noise in my headddd

Pretend Study, Actually FunDay

Books, books, books. We hittin em.

Today marks the odd and mysterious READING DAY tradition in Athens. Technically, it's a day of no class where the university guilts you into beginning your studies. In reality, it's just a day for students to PRETEND their hunkering down for this upcoming week of hell. From pencil sharpening to offering alms to PandaPanda, the god of studies, students everywhere fool themselves into thinking they're ready for the Sandy-magnitude storm ahead.

...My house is no different. And after sharpening a few pencils myself already, I am ready to hit.da.town. with the roomies. However, in addition to making this a day of "pretend studying, actual fun time", ima go one step further. It's DTYD. Designated Treat Yoself Day. Yah, ya heard meh. treattinnnn myselfff all daaaay.

 Chipotle double stuffed burrito? MMmmm jess senorita.
Galloping horse vintage sweater at Dynamite? OH NEIGH.
North campus tree climbing in gecko toe shoes? Betcho bottom dolla.holla.

These are just the tip of the iceberg for this fine Wednesday of treatery.

Also, as I've been pretend studying I've stumbled on some prutttyy great non-study material:

1. St. Lucia-the band





2. Picantes Mexicana Grill

Although their salsa tastes like cold tomato soup, their fajita quesadilla had to be made by Montezuma himself with it's tangy onion/pepper accents and creamy cheese overflow. Bueno que nunca.

In other news, I just tried to google the Picante logo and all that came up were latina booties/boobies. so just go there yoself--on Broad Street, chicos.



P.S. Remember to treat yoself todaaaay, you too biochem shawtys. i see you.