And another one.
This time going for the "I'm kind of a nun and
stuff" look. Very pastel-y and not at all me. But it's fun to wear
with my now greyish kind of hair. Lace dresses with bulky cap sleeves are amazing. I kind of looked like a gay knight.
Lots of "kind of" in that very in-eloquent paragraph above. My apologies.
Again I did some filter abuse on these pretty horrid photographs.
Man, I need to make some time for my DSLR...
On a side note: TOMORROW IS DECEMBER AND I DO NOT HAVE AN ADVENT CALENDER!!!
While I am swamped with work and trying desperately to remember all this information people flood me with (Note to self: Be less dramatic!), I am dreaming of Route 66 road trip madness.
I'm talking LA to San Fran to Las Vegas. Miles and miles of desert and scavengers picking away at roadside cattle corpses. I am talking Grand Canyon. I am talking bar fights in road houses. I am talking Lana del Rey blasting from the shitty rental car radio. I am talking getting hilariously drunk and then ending up in a Native American's wigwam.
Feeling a little adventurous.
Instead I am going to Melbourne in two weeks (just as good if not better than a Route 66 road trip!), and I am stocked as a goat. Yes, this terminology exists.
Anywhoooos, as if this was pinterest or some shizz here are some road trip inspirations. Just to have you all covered.
I know for a fact the title of this post has already successfully repelled half of my readership. Hah! See how I created a customer profile! Marketing bitch right hurrr.
All these beautiful footwear diamonds (I'm so gay!) can be found, admired at and then purchased via www.choies.com
I am lusting over boots and beanies and Eskimo jackets, seeing all my fellow Europeans frolicking in winter attire. I myself am dreading the beach and am fighting with the fact I should but don't want to work out. Ever. EVER.
Are you into gore? Boobs? Both? Into supernatural scary stuff? Zombies? I repeat, ZOMBIES?
Zombies are awesome. Let's face it. They are scary enough to give me the creeps and slow enough that in a possible future Zombie apocalypse I would still have a chance of survival. It makes me get my hopes up, you know. Zombies also drop all their intestines onto you if you cut them open. Quite the show, I tell you. Quite the show...
I haven't seen "Dawn of the Dead" or "Day of the Dead" or any other awesome Zombie movie (besides Zombieland. I mean.Bill Murray Awesome!), but I have started taking a fancy to "The Walking Dead".
Season one was pretty cool but I kind of skipped season two. Now that I am back into it Dan and I are constantly theorizing over plausible Zombie apocalypse survival plans. We have a man hole in our house, which would be ideal to hide in because no Zombie could reach and crawl in. We would store food and weapons up there and maybe some smelly compost to roll around in in a totally non-frisky-weird related way, but more as a "kill that beautiful human flesh scent"-method.
So yeah... The Walking Dead. Freaking awesome. I should probably read the comic books sometime soon!
Feeling a desire of surrounding myself with decadence and happiness. I suppose it is Monday after all and I am swamped with work and other soul eating stuff. Klimt is a mastermind. I am a proud Austrian right now. There is a very soothing effect to his paintings. The colours and shapes don't distract from the actual beauty and calm of the women he portrays. They all seem like confident, strong and proud individuals. Klimtspiration....what a hell of a word.
Excuse the horrible use of filters and effects on these photos. I just go crazy when I see bokeh.
This is what I am wearing tomorrow for the first of two work Christmas parties I am going to attend this year. I have been working for the company for quite a few years now, but I didn't attend last year's party, because I was...uhm...yeah OVERSEAS!!! :)
I got this early Christmas present from Dan. It's an amazapoise (yes, that is a word!) 41-disc Studio Ghibli DVD collection, with everything Hayao Myazaki has ever touched in Ghibli's name in it.
I did a little wee when I got it.
And watched Kiki's delivery service for the first time.
I don't know what's gotten into me, but I am really starting to dig simple nail art. I never even used to bother shaping my nails....
Anyway, a way too late and long skype conversation with a loved one back home had me search ebay for some cheap nail art materials and I came along what looks like gold foil but is actually a thinner version of cheap lolly paper.
I put a lilac base coat on, then used tweezers to rip off little bits of the foil and applied it to the wet nail. I used one of these cuticle cutter/buff thingies to flatten the foil, let it dry and put a clear top coat on to finish it off et voila - cute nails for days!
““The expectation is that your identity will be completely consumed into
that of your child, if you’re a good mum,” Valenti says. “If you’re a
good mother, if you’re doing it right, you should have no identity
whatsoever, except for ‘so-and-so’s mum. … It does make me worried. I
don’t want my daughter being raised to think that the best thing she can
ever do is take care of another human being. I want her to know that
she can impact the world in other ways, too.””
Yeah, I suck at this stuff.
Too many things on my plate at the moment. Like re-kindling with the Arctic Monkeys and everything Josh Homme has ever touched.
Or planning to cook a turkey for Christmas, painting my nails, antiquing and dreaming of redecorating the entirety of my life in Mexican folk art:
Regrowth, how I detest you.
Almost as much as sitting at the hairdresser's, wasting hours of my life staring compulsory at my own reflection in an extremely unflattering mirror (did I see WRINKLES? WTF?) while trying not to dig all ten of my fingers into my scalp to soothe the itch all the peroxide causes.
And then the constant arguments over cutting my split ends, me explaining to them that I don't want any of my split ends cut off, that they symbolize a triumph over a life of medium-long hair that has finally evolved into long hair and that if they don't put those scissors down RIGHT NOW I will leg it without paying.
Why can't I just be 6 years old again and have platinum blonde classified as my natural hair colour. Unlike now, where blonde is my "natural" hair colour.
Adulthood, you suck on so many levels. Honestly, what where you thinking? Creeping up on me like that....you should be ashamed of yourself.
Anyway, here are examples for the look I am going for. Slag blonde. No fringe though.
Uganda is going to introduce a new anti-gay law by Christmas.
Life imprisonment for homosexual activities - need I say more about why I chose the title for this post?
...or more "conforming" to the conventional nesting instinct.
It's such an adult thing to do. And yet, it's quite an interesting development.
Being a former clothes and accessory super hoarder and amateur interior designer, who turned into a backpacking hobo by choice and ended up as a sometimes semi-responsible adult, I am still unsure as to where I stand in terms of my nesting instinct.
I still have days where I would like to sell all my belongings and just live out of an Aldi plastic bag.
Reason enough for me to be utterly fascinated with people who like to spend all their money and spare time on activities and stuff classified as "home improvement". What a stressful name. I mean, you can ALWAYS improve your home, there is no end to this. And that's exactly why this industry is doing so well. Because they always sneakily invent things that will seemingly improve our homes and therefore inevitably our lives. Ikea, I am pointing my finger at your Swedish goodness.
I bought a spice rack two months ago in the hopes I would become the shit in the kitchen and it is yet to be washed and used. Oh yeah, and I am still a shitty cook.
There is one thing I want from my home and that is practicality. I can't think of anything worse than an impractical kitchen, bathroom or bedroom. I need storage, lots of it, and I need doors on my cupboards. The idea of an open walk in cupboard seems very exciting in theory, but considering the mess I sometimes create searching for that one particular black singlet when I am already late for work, makes me think it would just not work out. But other than that, I am happy to just have a basic interior, basic furniture and not a whole lot of decoration. Of course I sometimes get the feeling that without an antique, Mediterranean-inspired boudoir my life is incomplete. But then again, who even has the time to even enjoy furniture? Or ceramic unicorns? Or sugar skull flower pots?
So my question to you is: Are you a home improvement fanatic? Can you walk past typo without feeling like a skull shaped diary for 2013 is going to make you be on time for every single one of the millions of social events you are going to attend? Do you have a theme for every one of your rooms?
Do you love being at home? Is your home reflecting your identity?
or
Do you prefer saving your pennies for a flight to Japan? Do you feel like the only use of your home is to have a place to sleep, eat and watch telly for free? Are feelings of anxiety in regards to packing a tiny suitcase for a 6 week trip a foreign concept for you?
To stimulate your brain in order to make a decision on your particular nesting type, here is some pretty amazing furniture that could just be awesome enough to change your mind.
You might have seen little bits and pieces of the Victoria's Secret fashion show in recent days. Yes, supermodels in tiny, amazing, ridiculously expensive lingerie is always a reason to get out of bed and switch on the computer before having breakfast.
These girls just look ridiculously beautiful. I find it pretty fascinating to read about how they prepare for this show. They basically follow a similar diet and workout regimen that professional body builders do before a contest.
I am not particularly a fan of this cynical shitty 'article' but at least it gives you an idea of how this diet plan looks like. And for all of you who are yelling out: "OMG so unhealthy and bad" - guys....they only do it leading up to the show. I mean. Honestly. That Big Mac you ate last night is likely to be less healthy than those 10 days of protein shakes.
But what this post is actually about, are the performances by pop stars on the show. It's a Victoria's Secret tradition and I am always curious about who they are going to choose. This year, they got Rhianna, Bruno Mars and...wait....wait for it....yes...Justin Bieber on board. In the real world all these models would get done for attempted statutory rape or at least exposing themselves by walking so close to an 18 year old boy in lingerie. But I suppose in the world of Victoria's Secret, where 2.3 million dollar bras are a reality, anything is possible. Am I right?
Back to the musicians though. They all do live performances, which is great. And surprisingly most of them have justified their pop league existence. But what the fuck was up with the Biebs? I mean, have a listen to this shit and try concentrating on the disastrous singing instead of all the well-defined thigh muscles.
Honestly, what the fuck?
Throwing in a fucking "Huh" instead of singing your line, because you just can't bring it is NOT cool. The only legitimate excuse I could find acceptable would be that Bieber had to suppress an erection so hard, he lost control over his vocal cords.
Whatever might have possessed the Bieber to stink so bad, I can only guess. But it inspired me to make a top 5 list of VS performances that sucked LESS than his.
DRUMROOOLLLLLL....
No. 5
Jay-Z and Kanye West - Ni**** in Paris
Yeah, even for a white girl like me this is fantasticoooo.
No models required. PS: Kanye, why'd you steal my grandma's jacket?
No. 4
Usher - crazy medley
Yeah, I feel the strong need to justify this. It's hot. Full stop.
No. 3
Maroon 5 - Moves like Jagger
Because Adam Levine actually hit all the right notes for once. Good work, you sexy biest.
No. 2
Justin Timberlake - Sexy back
Self explanatory. This almost made top of the list. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
MAKE ANOTHER ALBUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, I'm gonna throw in this one too. Too good to withhold from you guys. OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No. 1
Katy Perry - Teenage Dream, Hot N Cold, California Gurls
Yeah, nothing beats a rotating glitter dog. And she's just so fucking awesome.
I mean, she hits every EVERY SINGLE note and still looks like the mother of all beauty queens. I just want to buy her dinner and then drink copious amounts of alcohol and streak through the city, 'Old Skool' style.
One can dream.
What's your top 5?
And if it contains the horrible performance by the Black Eyed Peas, please leave this site now.
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Okay, I mightn't have won 100 Million in Oz lotto tonight, but I kind of scored anyway.
As of today I am an Australian permanent resident.
After two long years of feeding personal information to strangers, showing them my wedding photos and Christmas cards and writing the sweetest and most emotional statements on our relationship I can say it is a major relief.
I am happy to have it over with and grateful at the same time.
Anways, I will be keeping up with the blogging a little more consistent. I know, I am such a lazy c-bomb sometimes, but I am still adjusting to this new job. Man, it's weird. Unlike my previous job, this isn't physically demanding, but mentally draining. A whole new thing to get used to I guess.
I have a few new goodies to show you so stay tuned everyone.
Ok, I feel like it's time to announce my big news.
I worked super hard for the last 2 years and I got rewarded with an amazing promotion.
From shop manager to area manager!! WHOOOOOOOO!!!
My job description is as follows:
Looking after stores, merchandising, checking sales figures, staffing, in store issues, rostering, checking out other retailers and their products, writing store reports and following up on all these things. Plus a shit load of other things!!! :)
I have been dying to announce it and I am so grateful and proud. I cannot wait for all the things I am about to learn and all the challenges this job is going to bring!
And because it's the 5th of November (or maybe not...) we should all listen to some NWA
