YES!!
MOAR!!
I AM REALLY ENJOYING THIS!
VAAANDERFULL CHRISTMAS TIME COMING AT YAAA!
;D
except, possibly not. and by possibly i mean probably. But that's what comes with the day job. and by that i mean being the best daughter/sister ever. I know this shiz. ;D
But it's alll gooddd. SINCE I'M ANGRY AND GETTING WORRIED FACES FROM MY SKYPING LOVER, I WILL CEASE.
I AM NOT ANGRRRYY!! :D
how could I be?
SIMPLYYY HAAVIIINNGGG

oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

GOLD SANTA AND CHRISTMAS FOLK!!
DELICIOOOUUSSSOOO MY LITTLE DARLING BABIES!!

HELLO, IT IS TAIJA.

MY DARLING SPANISH GALLEONS. THE SPANISH KIND. NOT THE ONE SOLD IN NEOPETS. If you like to call the exchanging of pixels selling.. But whatever floats your boat, I suppose. And yes, I did pick boat out of all the other things you can float, or tickle.. Or put in a cup even. Since that is how I roll. Possibly literally. But I am not about to post a picture of me rolling. I feel a video would be far more sufficient, a stop-motion even if I felt like being hipster. But I feel like I should leave that to my blogging counterpart. Can't steal her thunder, since it is hard to give back, I feel. And I really am not in the mood to recreate such sounds. I am in a rather sluggish state of complete bleakness. Completely uncreative in every way, therefore.. Well, I'm sure you can figure it out without me droning on.

But I feel like I should move swiftly to the point, for my words seem to be dragging on and really not getting the point across. The point is, I never went through with what I said I would last time. Not that my dear Leims really posted anything, so am I really the one to blame? Maybe I did not feel like causing such trauma by overflowing this blog with my harsh letters. The cold curves of my small font like tiny daggers protruding out of all computer screens that have been forced to show such an inhumane blog. MAYBE IN THE HARD EXTERIOR THAT I GIVE OFF (completely metaphorical, of course. My appearance is in no shape or form hard. Even my hair is soft after the thoroughest treatments of hairspray, the hard chemicals squirted on my finding it hard to penetrate the silk helmet of my long locks. And even under all the layers of skin and blubber, there are my bones. And frankly, even bone marrow is described as spongy. It's not like the showering nation scrub themselves all over with rocks and soap.) I REALLY JUST WANT YOU ALL TO BE HAPPY.. Yeah, think about that.

But IT'S SOON CHRISTMAS.

Here's some Wham! You're welcome (:

it's official

It's been too long.
I feel like we were on a break, or somethang.
But not the the VERBUNG sort of commerical break, oh no.
The Ross "WE WERE ON A BREAAAAKKK" kind of break. And that kind of break, my dears, is not as good. As Tiger Woods' image is deteriorating in front of our eyes, and the little chocolate "CHRISTMAS SURPRISES JUST FOR YOU" are at a total 9 less than they were since I last blogged, I felt it was time.
Time for what is the question at this moment.
But the fact is, I am trying to avoid the inevitable happening of finishing my oven-shaped English poster, and the best way is of course through nonsensical rambling online.

But to avoid further questioning, and possibly to avert your eyes elsewhere before I namedrop any more famous adulterers, here's a pretty picture for y'all.

WHO DOESN'T LOVE ELEPHANTS?
Life's amazing sometimes.

LEILA AGAIN

Hai.

http://lalaleila.tumblr.com/

I'm annoying. I keep making new websites and accounts and such. It's pretty bad, I must say.
But I like tumblr a LOT because I can post like
just a picture
or a quote
or a video
All by itself and it just sits there on that page lookin' all nice and pretty in front of that photograph of the COOLEST FUCKING BALLOON YOU WILL EVER SEE that I took, which, for the record, is slowly deflating but I have six more--I'm just saving them for a special occasion.

They look like rejects of the balloon factory. They were discount. Nevertheless, they are lovely.

I WOULD LIKE TO COMPLAIN

The title says it all really.
I'm sitting at a school computer (in front of it, that is, doing what you usually do.. with computers.), armed with vaseline and a terrible headache (surprisingly Vaseline's only downfall is its inability to kill pain.) So I shall use this anger that it has given me to redeem myself.
LEILA, YOU FUCKER. I OWN A PAIR OF WEDGES.
and I so wanted that batwing hoodie before you.
IN FACT, I SHOW IT TO YOU MONTHS AGO.
BUT IN A FUCKING GOLD COLOUR.
i mean, why would you even look at the black option
IF YOU HAVE TWO SHADES OF GOLD AVAILABLE.
AND A FUCKING MAGENTA, TOO?
WHAT'S WRONG WIIITTTHHHHH YOUUUU??
I am disappointed.
And also, once again, looking through modcloth. A POST ABOUT THAT TO COME. SO I'D GET READY FOR IT. mmkay (:

LEILA >> SHOES PEOPLE WEAR EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE AWFUL

There are several shoes in our society that people seem to wear all the time, and yet they're horrendously ugly. AND I HATE IT! And people continue to wear them as if these pieces of shit are socially acceptable.

1. Wedge shoes have got to be the ugliest shoes ever invented, and yet people wear them all the time and seem to think they're acceptable. They wear them to events where they're supposed to look nice.

Uuuugh. Vomit-inducing.
RARELY they're done well. Usually they look like this shit. And I hate that corky stuff. They just look tacky.


2. Ugg boots.

I do not feel the need to explain myself.
These look like absolute shit and EVERYONE FUCKING WEARS THEM.
I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND. THEY'RE SO UGLY.
And people get offended when you voice this opinion! BECAUSE EVERYONE FUCKING OWNS THEM.
Also I tend to notice that uggs are warm and soft, an absolutely awful combination because people's feet sweat in them and then the boots absorb the odor and it's fucking gross.


3. Crocs.

Just...no. They're for little kids. They were invented and originally marketed to gardeners.


4. Running shoes are great. For running.

Pet peeve: when people wear them EVERY FUCKING DAY. Regardless of other clothing. They're ugly shoes, they're built to support your feet when you play sports, not to wear with your knee-highs and skirt. Which I've seen done. A LOT.


GROSS GROSS GROSS.
I'm sorry. Truly. That is the end of my pretentious little rant. I just wanted to express my deep loathing for these things. That I see every day of my life, and fail to understand.
It billows within the pit of my soul.
Uuuugh.

Love,
LEILUUUH

LEILA AGAIN

I still can't figure out my account.
Anyways.
I WANT TO SAY THAT I HAVE BEEN LUSTING AFTER THESE FEW ARTICLES OF CLOTHING FOR A VERY LONG TIME.
But for whatever reason I have never been able to get my hands on them. I've tried them on but always they're either not in my size or I'm lacking in funds or both. Either way, it seems impossible to get these things, BUT ONE DAY I WILL PREVAIL!!!



Okay so American Apparel models wear high-wasted skirts like dresses because the owner is fucking creepy. But regardless, I FUCKING LOVE THAT SKIRT.
And I think it's actually legit been a year of me lusting after it now. When do you think they'll stop selling it entirely?

Also can I just say that the "not-so-basic-tshirts" are still basic tshirts and don't fall for it because American Apparel is a fucking ripoff unless you're buying something completely ridiculous. Also I hate when people buy acid wash t-shirts just fucking do it yourself.



Absolute excellence. I love me some bat wings.



Then there's this two-tone dress I tried on over the summer that I also love but the picture quality is fucking awful, it's in front of a window, and you can see the photographer's reflection.

I fucking hate American Apparel sometimes.
WHY DO THEY HAVE COOL CLOTHES?!
UUUUUGH.

Also I spend too much time on that site. Can you tell?

I GET

angry.
on occasion.
usually during my daily excursions on topshop.com
I FIND SUCH PRETTY THINGS.
pretty things I know will never fit me.
like this gorgeous thing right here.

100% polyester? That just won't cut it for me.
and the fact that it's a dull burgundy colour.
and there's no way i'm ever going to fit my babies in thurrrr.
WHY ME?
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
if you wish to ask the same questions
FEEL FREE

I THINK MY SPACESHIP KNOWS WHICH WAY TO GO

Here I am, not far above the world like David Bowie (or Ziggy Stardust, if you prefer) was floating in his tin can and what not, but on my cold wood floor protesting my chair two years too late. As you do.
But I feel like most of my music has once again failed to amuse me, most of the songs too engraved in my mind at present to capture my interest. I feel the need to explore new genres! But alas, every time I do, I get very disappointed.
So, here is some Golden Silvers.
Look at the sideburns on the bassist.
CORRRRRRRRRRRR.
you're welcome.


...WONDERFUL PERFORMUUUNNSSS!

HELLO.

People outside of France just need to step up their..
electro game.

I have an urge.

A terrible urge. The kind that needs to be quenched as quick as possible, but you know that ain't happening. And the fact that my usual mixture of folk (MUSIC, THAT IS. and you know, i'm a believer! And it's currently Van Morrison. T.B. Sheets. DELICIOUS) and being wrapped around in a ridiculously over-sized blanket while wasting time on my computer, idling reading cooking blogs just isn't working for me.. That has got to say something. It usually works wonders, especially with the right people making my msn boxes blink. What can I say? Most of the time I am extremely easy to please.
But today is not the case.
Today, and it has been for the past week, one of those days when I just feel the need to attack the kitchen and bake my little heart out. I baked brownies just late last week. BUT IT DIDN'T HELP. I feel the need to bake more and more! And I know, because unfortunately for me I was born into a family of people with the taste for savory treats instead of the teeth busting treats I like to deliver, they won't be consumed! And it saddens me. Therefore, I might just have to wait for a chance to bake for someone. ANYONE. I CATER TO YOUR NEEDS. YOU NEED SOME BAKED LOVING? I'm here for you!
And I feel like I might have to make my way over to the real hardcore genre. Cakes. Lots and lots of cakes.
MAYBE EVEN COOKIES.
I'm a real rebel. I can't help it. So.. Any takers?
Watch this space ;D

HEY, IT'S NOT LEILA

I feel like we've finally progressed into a magical concoction of both me and Leims blogging. Finally. It's working fine, but then again.. It's been working.. For the past two days. I feel like I definitely just jinxed it. BUT AT LEAST I KNOW IT'S NOT IMPOSSIBLE. And that, for now, is good enough. I like to look in the bright side of life. Like just now, and the moment before when I came out of the shower and I was desperate to clean off the rest of my dripping mascara that made me look like Alice Cooper's face double. But I digress! We had no cotton wool, and frankly tissue is not good to use while removing make-up. And least of all mascara.
But guess what?
WE STILL HAD Q-TIPS

Inspiration. Provided to you by Taija.

HI GUYS ITS STILL LEILA

On the floors there are these Palestinian rugs and on the couches and chairs we have a lot of handmade Palestinian pillows and blankets and we have this Palestinian table runner and this Arabic coffee simmering on the stove and this Arabic bread in the freezer on on my wrists I have these bracelets with the eye of Fatima on them in little beads to protect me and in the fridge we have some zaatar and some labneh and in my room I've got books about Arabic grammar and Arabic culture and the Arabic alphabet and in this house alone we have three diaspora Palestinians walking around.

But that doesn't cut it and that will never cut it because those are only things and I'm just not Arab enough.

Also my skin is dry.
I hate Korean winters.

HI GUYS ITS LEILA I FORGOT MY PASSWORD

:D
Sorry Taija.
I can't remember my email or password that I signed up with.
I SUCK.

On an entirely different note, it's been quite a while.








Sorry that I'm a terrible person.
And that I have an unhealthy obsession with bizarre GIFs.
The goal of this site is STILL to crash computers.
With that in mind, let's throw in a youtube video for good measure.



P.S. As Taija observed, we are little hipster fucks. What a revelation. :D

Side note;

I think this should go further than just a "do-it-yourself hipster kids!"/"angry females rant"/"ridiculously overpriced things"/"bands we namedrop that you have most likely never heard of" which, to be frank, can be rather limiting at the best of times. WHAT IF MY SUBJECTS CANNOT BE CONTAINED INTO SUCH LIMITED CATEGORIES? WHAT IF THEY WANT TO FLY OUT AND AWAY TO THE VAST INTERWEBS? CAN'T MY BABIES BE FREE? WHY DO YOU HATE HUMANITY?
i like to think they can be very free indeed. Not to go back to my extremely clichéd metaphor from earlier on, since I like to think that was definitely a momentary need to be cheesy and refer to birds.
Therefore, taking this all into account, I officially name this a lifestyle blog. Oh, the dreaded category of stay at home mothers eager to make use of their spare time. Spare time being when their children aren't at home/conscious. :D NOT TO SAY THAT'S A BAD THING. I have nothing against the ambitious mothers of the world and rather salute them in their.. conquests. Hoping that one day I, too, will be one of them. AND MARK MY WORDS, I WILL BE. I can see it now.. And oh lord, the world is doomed.
I declare it so.

HELLO MY SWEET HONEYBUNS

I am back once more, to fill the undeniably small void (tiny would be putting it more eloquently, not to say she's not a good blogger, oh no. But she's about as big as a twig ;D) that Leila has left when she is the one trying hard to ignore this blog of ours. OURS BEING THE KEY TERM.
But alas, since the team effort is slowly draining away, due to current lack of team building exercises. Where this collective team spirit (or rather pair spirit.. couple spirit? oh no no, sounds too much like a relationship. No offence meant to my other bloghalf.) Not that we ever really did have team building exercises unless, of course, you go back several years to the freshman retreat.. to the blackbox. But she didn't really talk to me then ;D I was far too creepy for her to even think about coming near me and my rather yellow ensemble. But alas, I getting far too into this need of mine to revel in nostalgia.. So much, in fact, that I have lost my point. But that's all fine and dandy. :D
Moving swiftly on, I am in deep need to rant about things. Not sure what these things are, but at this current moment I am angrily listening to folk. At it's finest, I may add. Leonard Cohen! The early years, that is. Not when he decided that no, he doesn't actually need to sing the lyrical masterpieces that are his songs, that pluck at your heart strings oh so efficiently, and that he'll just sort of mutter his way through. Although this did make way for some excellent covers.. Cue Jeff Buckley, Antony & the Johnsons and co. My point being, I hate people who ruin stuff for themselves. Not that I'm one to say at this current moment, when i'm wallowing in my own anger. BUT SURELY I HAVE REASONS. BUT WHEN YOU'RE AN AMAZING SINGER YOU DO NOT MUTTER YOUR WAY THROUGH ONE OF THE BEST WRITTEN SONGS ON EARTH. just no. AND THE 80'S STYLE CHOIR IN THE BACKGROUND WON'T SAVE YOU EITHER, SONNY.

THERE WAS THIS NO NEED FOR THIS. WHY COULDN'T HE DO IT IN THE STYLE OF SO LONG, MARIANNE? would have been the greatest song of all time.
OF ALL TIME.

Hmmz

I really am getting too into this whole last.fm thing.

I stalk people regularly and see how high our musical compatibility is.. I think I am becoming addicted. And it's not even that fun? I scroll through photos of bands.

I really need to start a hobby..

LIKE.. ICE SKATING.

OR.. SPEECH.

i really need to start that debate team.

and the sumo club.

I'LL BECOME LIKE MAX FISCHER.

and if anyone gets that reference i will cherish you _forever_

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OH FUCK ME SIDEWAYS

I have decided not to say fuck my life. Mostly because someone does not like it -.-

but yes. Fuck me sideways. Just when I got into the hang of this blogging little missy over thurrr decided that noooo, she's too busy for this. So it's up for me.. to spasmodically blog.

Yayyyza.

Right so, last time i blogged was nearly a month ago. That's not good either. But that's fine, I doubt people even read this. IS ANYONE OUT THURRR? hallo? ;D

BUT YESTERDAY I WATCHED JULIE AND JULIA (finally, i've been meaning to watch it for a while, but no one to do that with and frankly.. not a big fan of watching movies alone. Makes me feel sadder than normal.. I mean crying by myself? do not want. Albeit, i do not usually have company when I do most of my crying. BUT THAT'S BESIDE THE POIIIINT)

But I have been surprisingly productive during the last.. nearly month.

I WAS ON HOLIDAY IN SCOTLAND.

and it was lovey.

But no photographic evidence shall enter this site.

I do not want to embarrass anyone ;D

SUGARMAN LIGHTSWORD.

When I haven't been obsessively listening to the Where The Wild Things Are OST by Karen and the Kid (Which, btw, is just deliciously whimsical. AND ALTOGETHER FABULOUS.. VIDEO AFTER THE JUMP! my god, have I always wanted to say that..) I have been checking out opening ceremony. AND WONDERING IF SOME RICH FAIRY GODMOTHER WILL COME TO ME AND BUY ME THAT FUCKING FURRY JUMPSUIT. I KNOW, IT'S OLD NEWS. BUT I NEEDED TO GET MY FURRY JUMPSUIT NEEDS OFF MY CHEST, MMKAY? DON'T JUDGE ME. And just feast your eyes on this, babies;

I mean yes. It's sold out.

Yes. It's 610 dollars.

but don't you just want to hold it?

ogle it more (AND DIFFERENT ANGLES, AND SUCH) here

and hurrrrrrr is the video:

and if you're wondering, yes. THE WHOLE SOUNDTRACK IS THAT CUTE.

AHIHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

this song is just too cute.

In between my hipster music and psychedelic screams, comes this.

On repeat.

Over and over again.

Need I explain more?

WHAT THE HULL?

After what seems like a lifetime of denying myself delicious blog ranting, I AM HURRRR BITCHES. That is right. Taija has officially entered the blogosphere. With hundreds of absolutelyshite ideas, i found inspiration. Inspiration via letdown. COMPLETE AND UTTER DISGRACEFULNESS.

ALEXANDER MCQUEEN WHY HAVE YOU FAILED ME?

WHY?

WE WERE DOING SO GREIT, TOO!

and you had to go and do this;

IT'S A FUCKING HOODED SEQUINED DRESS?

IT'S OVER 9 THOUSAND FUCKING EUROS.

for once, words have failed me. I like dresses as much as the next person. I REFUSE TROUSERS, SURELY THAT SHOULD TELL YOU ALREADY. and yet, i am appalled. It.. just no.

if you have such money to waste, plox be donating to me nao.

unless, of course you are into that sort of thing. Then a quick visit to this place of wonder will do you good

COMMOTION LOTION!

Oh look. Leila makes her sixth blog post while Taija has yet to do one. I think I'm winning, Taija. I wonder what will compel her to stop worrying about self-consciousness and post a fucking picture of her outfit.

In other news, I've been to Japan and back and I'm also doing things for a school play. Whoopie.

I will start with the play. I am taking crappy chairs from around campus, giving them terrible cardboard attachments, taping them to the wood, paper mache-ing that, and then spray painting the whole damn thing black. Yay set pieces.
They are for my director's crazy surreal rendition of Shakespeare's 'Twelfth Night'.



I have two more still to do.

And then I went to Japan and took some cool photos/ran into my friend Alex at Harajuku. It was awesome. I recognized her hair and knew it was her.

I still have to get some Holga film developed.
In the meantime, here are cool things I witnessed.

IMAGE'D!
My hope is that one day, this website will be able to crash computers.
It will take a lot of rapidly flashing GIF images and tons of videos, but I have faith that it can be done.

Late Fixation "Friday" (Sunday)

While I continue to attempt to boost Taija's blog-posting confidence, I have a few late fixations for this week.

First: We heart it. Which is the same concept as FFFFOUND! except that it's not elitist.
http://weheartit.com/lalaleila
There is mine, if you have interest in viewing it.
Now I have a place to collect all mei favorite pick-turrs.
I also like how you can break up the title into we heart it.com or we hear tit.com
Good versatility! :D

Um.
And then I've been listening to Passion Pit's album "Manners" a ton this week.

And also visiting http://www.weburbanist.com a lot. Which is so great, I'm gonna add it to our sidebar.
There are cool pictures of contortion performance art on there. Love it.

Which leads me to another obsession: I have now made it my life's goal to visit Okdo, South Korea before I graduate so that I can go and take pictures and explore Okdo Land Park, an abandoned amusement park. I'll have to find a friend willing to help me in my quest!

-Leilarrrr

FANTASTIC FIXATION FRIDAY

My obsessions for this week:



Another fixation: Crystal Cat by Dan Deacon but I already posted that one this week.







I love films this week, apparently.

taija hasnt posted anything yet because she's stupid.

Title says it all.
I should be doing theatre homework again.
I have to do a journal entry about Dog Sees God. Great play. But anyways.

I have something to post about nao. NAO LISTEN HERE. I will tell you how to bleach tie-dye jeans, as it was my weekend activity recently.
You might want to experiment with different scraps of fabric and methods before you go on to bleaching the all-important article of clothing that you wish to alter and eventually wear.
Also I dont recommend black jeans. That's what I used and they look kinda cow-like so I have to lighten them up more still. Will do a post about that to see how it gooooes.
But anyways:

HOW TO BLEACH TIE-DYE JEANS!

STEP UN.
You need to put rubber bands ALL OVER your jeans. Find different ways to scrunch them and twist them and then completley engulf them in rubber bands. The rubber bands should be tight and hold really well. A few should break. In the end, you should have a solid mass of denim that looks like it's growing tumors. It will look like some sort of root. Like ginseng.

So that's what it should look like. OKEI???

STEP DEUX.
Naaao you need to take your ginseng jeans and dunk them in a small bucket of straght bleach. You won't need TOO much. Just pour a little in and then add more as needed. Let them sit for like 10 minutes and when you come back the color will have drastically changed. Again, add more bleach as needed.
Once you're happy with what you've got, undo the rubber bands and unfold the jeans! If you've scrunched them right, you can get some really cool effects.

STEP TROIS.
Okay. Okay. Okay. Rinse out your jeans in the sink and then put them in the laundry. WASHWASHWASH. Then dry them. DRYDRYDRY. Then they're awesome.



AWESOMEAWESOMEAWESOME.

Again, if they end up looking too cow-like, you should mix a tiny bit of bleach and a LOT of water and just dunk the jeans in and let them lighten up a bit. Rinse and repeat. (Haha, haha, it works nao it works!)

THE END.

Oh and a side note: I recently discovered Dan Deacon and I can't stop listening to Crystal Cat. Fuck.

Yay!

Greetings to nobody in particularrr ;O I just spent an hour making this layout. Hm. I like it, it is exciting and ridiculous and blinding and hard to read. Hopefully Taija will feel the same.

Today I bleach-tie-dyed a pair of black jeans.
I recorded it by way of photo.
I may do a post about it at a later date.
For now, I have theatre homework to devour.
Rrrrrgh.


This man has a few fashion tips for you.