My ‘SAT studying/History paper-writing’ hair resembles that of a madman, which I’ve recently found myself becoming. These layers are too short for anything so I live with a thin mullet when my hair is up (which is now, all the time). I don’t have patience for hair anymore.
But alas, by English research paper is complete and I couldn’t be happier. Only three more weeks until salvation.
So this happened the other day. This just goes to show my incredibly vain attempts at rebuilding my sense of self-worth through embodying an alter ego.
So in love, love, love with everything NYU- the library, the downtown area, the classes, simply everything. It’s so difficult to think of any school that fits me better than this one. There are so many opportunities and freedoms that I long to take on as soon as possible. I’m either preparing myself for the best college years of my life or a colossal heartbreak. Now I know how much I have to work to make these wishes come alive. What a day.
I like this dress: Miwa feels pretty edition.
Today was very rough, but I happened to get through it and will be off to study and write for the rest of the day. Hope you’re all very well.
Something happened to my hair. This is the result of taking a shower, putting it up in a bun, and then taking a nap. I don’t even look like myself AH.
This is what’s been keeping me up for the past couple weeks. It’s not much, but I’m quite proud of it anyway. Enjoy.
For those who asked (aka Leah) or curious about the final result of my room. It’s pretty basic, but I am so everlastingly in love. I especially adore my deskspace with all of my books and posters of my kings and queen. What I wanted was an obvious living/work space against a studio space with my bed right in the middle. Hopefully there will be a ruby red rug installed in coming months! But overall, here it is!
MY EMPTY ROOM. (Don’t mind me looking really cool in the second picture, Wally’s facial expressions are taking a toll on me)
All day I was cleaning/sorting things instead of doing a lot of other things. Everything is looking up, though. My room was so terrible that it would make me anxious. Currently dancing around in all of this empty space to pop music. In a few weeks, this room will be all white and covered in wonderful things from friends and such. My carpet will also be ruby red. Good things, good things, good things.
Whenever I’m frustrated or in a rut, I just put makeup on myself and then tear it all of. I can be extremely self-destructive.
This is mainly a therapeutic video for myself, but enjoy if you wish.
The lighting in this room is absolutely disgusting, so that’s why this photo is in b&w.
I’m sleeping in the living room tonight because it’s the only room with a television and no one sleeping in it already. I’ve been asked to study The Dreamers to better my knowledge of films by my mentor and I’m enjoying it so much. I’m so warm in my new sweater. At this rate, I won’t be going to sleep for a few hours but I’m happy and inspired. There are so many things happening, I can’t stop thinking about them. Also, I’m almost finished with Lolita and just started to draw/write in Wreck This Journal. I have such brilliant friends who recommend me these great things to read and do. It’s late and I’m rambling, don’t mind me.
Outfit of the ~night~:
Tonight, I went out for hibachi for a friend’s birthday. It’s so wonderful having friends who are reasonable, funny, and are just happy. We talked about museums, television, and fashion over delicious food while making small crafts with our napkins. Afterwards, we dabbled with iPhone apps/games in the waiting area, smiling at strangers.
My hair still sort of smells like smoke, but I’m so lucky to have those friends who fill me with euphoria. I’m so sick of spending time with people who complain and whimper about the smallest things.
This one week vacation doesn’t even feel like a break. Trying to weave together a storyline, an essay, and a debate.
