Sick Dog.

I am a sick dog. Well, more like a sick sea lion. I have a nasty cough, and it's ruining what I have left of my vocal chords.

Yesterday was alright for some part. I bought the best shoes in the whole entire world, (Steve Madden thanks for being my foot lover.) and my coffee was good. There was a bit of an awkward 2 hour patch though, without going into detail, I hate it when people kill my good shoe high mood. 

Today, I'm in bed, drinking OJ (simpson) and eating french bread and brie. it's my at-home remedy. I haven't been out of bed, except when I cough so hard I throw up. Unnecessary detail, I'm sorry. Everything hurts.

MRAH.

Timing. I think the "theme" of my life, so far, is timing. I have the worst timing. I'll probably be like 50 when I finally find someone to love, and unable to bare child. My birthday is bad timing, my love life is bad timing. Damn. DAMNDAMNDAMN

enough of my complaining. FUNNY MOM QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Kelli, you have to get used to eating Salmon if you're going to grow up and marry a nice jewish boy!"

OOOH mama.

love (or like, shwaaa)

1920's = yes

Epic Fails and Wins

FAIL:

Kiera and I didn't even have a photoshoot/decide a name for the blog/care

WIN:

SPCA Thrift store has SICK ASS records.

FAIL:

Couldn't find any 3 howling wolves t-shirts at Value Village

WIN:

Found black desert boots that were brand new for 8 buckeroos

FAIL:

The bus system.

WIN:

I bought everyone a Big Mac.

FAIL:

I had to break a fifty at McDo's

WIN:

Kiera bought herself a double BigMac, after her first normal one. 4 patties WTF?!?!

MY DAY. :D

New Look.

I got some rad-tastic new glasses. Even that hott guy who plays piano said they were cool. Score.

K and I are gunna start up the blog thursday, or the day after thursday. We're doing a photoshoot thursday. Save the date! (please don't save the date)

What you will expect:

Fashionably Un-Fashionable.

Sweet Music

Sarcastic remarks (by yours truely)

This blog will still be here.

and I will continue complaining.

Salt... (yes, salt.)

Jean on Jean

Sometime in the next couple of weeks, I'm going to a white trash themed party. And I'm wearing jean on jeans. with silver heels. and blue eyeshadow.

Also, apart from this fashion emergency, My friend and I are starting a new blog

based on fashion

and lame topics.

Name/Site/Models tba.

But it will be stellar.

Rehearsals, Rehearsals, Reshmersales.

Trips! England equals fantasy. I want to live there for sure. The fashion, the statements, the hotties. It all seems like good cookin' to me. Sorry it took a while to write this up, I've been busy being super lame and getting in fights with my mom. Hey! I couldn't stay at home, that's how bad it got. Luckily the bfffffff lives 2 houses away so we crashed. Watched Wizards of Waverly Place the movie. It wasn't the greatest, but I enjoyed myself.

So better stories, Yesterday was the annual burning ceremony where me and my 3 friends get together and burn all the terrible moments from our past year. It's a form of closure I guess? Anyway, we all had a 'big picture' which was off a guy who really bothered/broke your heart/ruined your life this year. It was great to watch the coffee guy burn. We started burning around 12:30 am, and we ended at like 4 in the morning. We spent a lot of time sitting by the burning garbage can talking about things that we are comfortable talking about with eachother. It was kind of magical. SO MUCH LOVE.

Ok, I've had rehearsals everyday, and I am tired. In fact I just got home from rehearsal and all I want to do is watch The degrassi goes hollywood movie, but I can't find it online. Dan levy is in it. Goodness Goodness.

Until then,

Salut!

Flying Flying Flying

When I got to the airport, I was having a bit of an eternal spazz. First time flying alone, so convinced that I would go to the wrong gate n' shat. Luckily I found my way there, it was too my right and passed an albino with ginger hair. On the flight I sat next to a couple who thought it would be cool to start making out on the flight. It wasn't cool to me. The rest of the flight I wrote, and read, and stared at the little TV on the back of the other chair. It was an old episode of What not to Wear. Hella awesome. The guy had a sick transformation. When I arrived here I was greeted by mah pals, who were wearing gorgeous sweaty pants and pj's, and a guy who LOOKED like he was running up to his mom, but then they started to make out. Awkward. When we got back to her place, I heard all there awesome stories of Parties Past. I was uber jealous. But there will be lots to come. Then we went to a nice shopping street (Similar to Robson Street in Vancouver) where I purchased a GREAT sweater at a vintage store. Lets just say its Blue and says " WORLD'S GREATEST GRANDMA! Love Sam & Jon" That just happened. Tomorrow, illegal things are happening me thinks. But since I'm a self proclaimed good girl, then they will remain secret. Sorry peeps. Life is good, even though I have a killer regret of NOT tell him how I feel. But I will have to live with that one for a while. Eff me. Camp better be sexy. Kisses
Salut!