When

I'm supposed to be reading philosophy, I watch Beyoncé.

...and I really hate how YouTube disabled 'embedding'.

So here are the links:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vuDE9vRZvg0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVTyLqkez6A

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbGV2_8Yqg4

ughhh.

I'm absolutely exhausted from pulling a double,
but at least I have something good
to show for my long day.

...and I'm also the "Shoe Specialist". :)

P.s. I love this shoe,

but it needs a certain type of owner.

I guess the two have yet to meet.

Ciao.

It's here.

blow by blow.

blow by blow, i didn't see it coming
blow by blow, sucker punch
rushes in, here to stay
rushes in, you are here to stay
what rushes into my heart and my skull
i can't control, think about it
feel it in my bones
what rushes into my heart and my skull
i can't control

Sexy bitch.

Hello,

I want to know more about you.

You greatly intrigue me.

Your eyes are intricate, but

your face is expressionless.

I can only continue to beg to the

gods to put you in my path--

to allow us to someday collide.

Holy shit.

Can someone say avant-garde?! These Barracudas by Kerin Rose cost $350! You can see through them from the inside looking out, but not from the outside looking in. I'm surprised Lady Gaga hasn't gotten a pair yet, but guess who has???

That's right! My love, Rihanna.

All the while, she is running the town for the night. :)

I had forgotten

what it was like to be a college freshman until today. First off, I was 10 minutes late for class and I'm sure they were at least 10 minutes early, if not more. Secondly, I'm sitting there with only a pen and a folded piece of paper that I carry around in my back packet, and when I look down to the next level of seats, I see the most atrociously pink, highlighted power-point slides. I'm talking super pink: each line was underlined, each slide was traced, and I'm sure there was even a hint of drawn flowers here and there. Not to mention, almost each one had their own daily planner neatly penciled in with shit like "Biology: Read chapter 3, and remind [insert stupid, sorority girl's name] to bake cupcakes for our measly philanthropic event right before we go get smashed!" Come on, really? So maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but I did have to stifle my laughter. Oh how three years at the next level of education changes you.

I told you!

Rihanna made it to cover of

the September Italian Vogue!

Oh Heidi.

Knock-off?

C.Russe vs. Luaren Conrad

Definitely a knock-off.

It needs more material,

but has potential.

Just add the black cardigan/cropped blazer,

the stockings, and the heels.

yayyy.

Ahhh! I'm stoked for the new album.

I hope I'm not let down.

Note to self:

Self, never wear your Birkenstocks ever again to your MWF classes.

Ouchhh!

Tidbit.

I don't know how behind I am with young hollywood these days,

but I never knew that Miley Cyrus' ex-boyfriend, Justin Gaston (also an underwear model) was from Pineville, Louisiana.

Interestinggg!

Day one

went well. The weather was nice, and my classes seemed interesting.

I had to wait in a huge-ass line for financial aid though--it's whatever.

I did make it to work for a few hours to do some odds and ends,

and that's when I came across this purse buried in new shipment:

I'm not sure if it's the combination of colors,

or the incorporation of the metal accents into the design,

or the gold color alone.

I most definitely like what I see!

You can find it at your local Charlotte Russe, or even online. :)

The strangest thing is that I saw a pair of Steve Madden stilletos in Dillards just before I saw the purse in the stock room, and I had immediately fallen in love.

Tomorrow is day two for me...bringing with it geology and communication lab.

Oops!

I lied.

I'm going back to the university in Lafayette.

Sooo that means that I've already skipped my first day of MWF classes.

...accidentally, of course. :)

This is by-far the biggest thing I've procrastinated with.

I have nooo pencils, books, notebooks, nor do I have a backpack!

I suppose I'll just have to rock my iPod.

Living on the edge?

Eh, life's too short to really worry anymore.

I only have philosophy and biology tomorrow.

I'm off to bed!

Sleep tighttt!

Days later,

and I'm still weak.

(sigh)

Project Runway Season 6.

So I had to catch the Season 6 premiere on YouTube. Lindsay Lohan was the guest judge. I'm not sure what it is about her that I love the most: her beauty, her thin body, or her streak of rebellion. I think she is the most gorgeous thing on the planet.

...and here are other photos with Karl Lagerfeld:

Karl Lagerfeld commented on celebrities in the September issue of Harper’s Bazaar saying of Lindsay Lohan, “She’s somebody you want to protect, because she plays dangerously with her own life.” He called the 20-year-old “very touching as a person” and added, “She behaves like an over-grown-up person, and that’s what I like about her. It’s like she’s 45, but in fact, she’s 20.”

Mmm, what you say?

Mm, that you only meant well?

Well, of course you did.

bitching session.

So the worst summer (hands-down) is coming to a close, and so is my allotted time to make changes, and/or decisions.  I'm not sure how things might work out in the next three months, but my fingers are crossed.  UL-Lafayette begins this monday, the 24th, and I still haven't really decided whether I should continue there, or return to Louisiana Tech.  I've talked with so many people, and I've gotten so many opinions.  I'm still not sure how I became so indecisive.  I once knew what I wanted, and exactly how I would get there.

I have trade-offs for both places:  I love Lafayette, but not the school.  I love my job there, but I wouldn't have a place to live after November.  I absolutely love Louisiana Tech, but I'm more impartial to Ruston.  I would need to find a job because I've got bills to pay, and I'm not too sure that driving to Monroe is the best choice like I thought it was two years ago.  I would be stripped of my privacy once more as I enter the barbaric world of the dorms--at least for the first quarter.  It's too late in the game for me to try and find a house/apartment and roommates.

I'm going to bite the bullet though, and choose option number two.  I'll be returning to Louisiana Tech University on September 10th to continue my combination of Spanish, art, and merchandising.  I'm going to look for a new job, and be forced to make new friends.  Just when I think my life is going smooth, I'm pushed onto an extremely bumpy road which then leads me to a plunge.  I hope it's the best choice, but I hope more that I am able to get back on my feet and to become the strong-willed person that I once was.

The final thread that I'm worried about is finding someone.  I've been single for almost two years now.  Usually I'm very bitter when it comes to the topic of love and two people wanting to be together, but lately I've been feeling lonely.  Lonely for the company of someone beyond the status of friendship.  I'm not too sure how lucky a gay guy can get in Ruston aka "The Bible-Belt of Louisiana."  Just keep me supplied with my dosage of pop culture, nightlife, and tattoos, and maybe I'll be set for the next two years, or so.

Heads Will Roll.

The real video is très chic,but I couldn't get the code.

something new.

Today was most definitely shitty.  Tons of stress and anxiety.  Absent-mindedness.  I need medications.  Work was fine.  I can't wait to go chill at BWW later tonight.  I need a soda...big-time.

...But I did want to share one of my new objects of admiration:

The Lomography Diana F+ Camera,

soon to be mine of course.

Its final products are of the most eclectic.

(see below)

...[T]he necklaces adorning [his] neck and chest...

I don't know how well you can see the necklaces adorning Faris Badwan's neck and chest, but here are a couple of shots from the interview with The Horrors in the July 2009, Nylon Guy's Magazine. They're brilliant, yet basic, pieces.

Guys need more jewelry.

T h e  e n d .

wish-list:

I'm working hard to get back on my feet financially, and with the first break in extra cash that I have, I'm doing some hardcore shopping.  I need these:

Brixton, $28.

TOMS, $54.

American Apparel, $19.

American Apparel, $22.

American Apparel, $22.

Labels.

Don't get me wrong, I love 'The Hills'.It was just too good to pass up. :)

for your viewing pleasure.

In light of the new project runway season, I've posted my three favorite designers in their own show during the finale/fashion week:

Christian Siriano.

Leanne Marshall.

Korto Momolu.

The Midas Touch

Rihanna's got it.Fashion Rocks 2008 - Vogue.

and tonight's gonna be a good night.

I worked from 2-10pm today, and, boy, was it longgg. My body is sore, but i really had a good time. I was complimented on my outfit, my hair, and my eyes. Plus I've been complimented twice recently that I have really good skin. :) I've never really noticed it, but thanks, loves.

And I'm not going out tonight.

It feels so different.

I'm just going to curl up and read

my Nylon Guys magazine.

s a t i s f a c t i o n.

...back to work in the morning

at 10am!

G'night.

pro bono.

I worked my ass off at C.Russe today,

and I did it for free!

Only because I love my

managers and co-workers. :)

We really have some hot, new items in.

Too bad I can never wear them.

...but I am contemplating buying

a necklace that's made of of several golden chains.

Do you think that would be too "femme" for a guy of my class?

..............

Also, I've been thinking lately

that there really is no jewelry for guys out there.

Very few, if any at all,

and also very overpriced.

So I've been deciding if it's worth a shot

to take up minor-studies in jewelry/metal working?

yesyesyesyesyes!

Not only is 'Project Runway' returning,

but there's something new, 'Models Of The Runway'!

i fell in love.

so sophisticated & beautiful.

delayed delayed delayed.

i haven't had a chance to read my new Nylon Guys magazine due to work, fatigue, and distractions.

nothing new to report today,

but i'm hoping that the sun comes out tomorrow.

Also, while perched on

my worn-out chair in Barnes & Nobles, I grabbed my next magazine (after pouring over Marie Claire), the fabulous Women's Wear Daily (WWD) Fall 2009 issue.  As soon as I pulled open the front cover, I was amazed to find that fashion designer, Zac Posen, had enlisted the help of the 5 Browns to perform during his show.  Yes...five pianos and siblings playing in the middle of the catwalk!

It was one of those days

where nothing spectacular happens.  Boredom, with a mixture of rainy weather, chased me to Barnes & Nobles where I perched on my worn-out chair with my collection of fashion magazines.  I found an interview with Ashley Olsen in the September 2009 issue of Marie Claire that I fell in love with.  I adore her.

"I think you're either born with a sense of style or you're not," Ashley says in her small, soft voice, giving her knuckles a loud crack. "Either you care or you don't. And we"—she and Mary-Kate—"love fashion. When we were going to NYU, I think that was the first time we were aware of the power of our personal style. Not the power of it, but the result of it. Between the big sunglasses and the Starbucks cup and the big sweaters, the hobo-chic thing, we were more shocked than anything"—by the endless commentary and tabloid coverage. "I get it; we were fortunate enough to have really nice clothes, and we put them together in this raggedy way. My mom wears glasses this big"—she mimes massive goggles—"from the '70s, and you wonder where we got it from?" She laughs. "The dark eyeliner, the scarf around the head—it's just so interesting and natural." Her family, she says, was "very bohemian."

"Mary-Kate and I are very aware of trends and style, but at the end of the day, we don't even think twice about it. It's just, What do I feel like wearing today, and how do I want to put it together?" 

In closing, Ashley was asked the description of the girl in her mind for whom she would design for, and her answer was about an adventurous, young lady free from restrictions.  I wish I had copied the quote or bought the magazine itself, but alas, I did not.