So, just a few things I've been proud of these past couple weeks. I got an A on my bio-genetics exam (a first, indeed), I sold 7 peices in two days of my tiny creations, I had a display up for Fullerton's first ever art walk, and I made my first sale on my vintage Etsy (!) which was very cool for me AND Joel and I are extremely happy ( Read more... )

I opened up an Etsy with intent to post up items weeks ago and I still haven't gotten around to borrowing a camera to do so ( Read more... )

And I've decided to elect it to be my bible for the next several months many year maybe longer ( Read more... )

Day off.

Got piles of homework to catch up on but can't think of anything I'd love to do more than brainstorm what to get for everyone for Christmas and what my menu will look like on Thanksgiving.

Let's the holidays begin!

P.S. Joel brought me a bicycle today with a banana seat.

This is it:


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'Tis almost been an entire year since my last entry and almost an entire year has gone by without mon pauvre Papa.
I wonder who posts these still aside from good ol' M.C. in good ol' Pa-rizs.

Back to the basics.... listo-crazy!

Why today is so cool:
1. It's my day off
2. I got my fridge stocked
3. Joel and I had a leisure morning and went to the ( Read more... )

Waves of melancholia and warmth,
take over my body and mind.
And somehow at the same time,
I'm numb to the excruciation.

I don't wish this kind of pain even unto the most unpleasant person.

Funny how something so gruesome and meloncholic can bring sisters closer together than ever.

45 more days.

mmm mmm life is bittersweet.

As I sit at McDonald's half-eavesdropping on the crazy talk of the hobos and utilizing some greasy wifi (my beloved friend Netgear refuses to show his presence INSIDE of my apartment but comes out of hiding at shity fast food chains, apparently) I ponder what to do. what to do. what to do. what to do with the rest of tonight. The night is young, ( Read more... )

I never get to spoil myself. Yes, I do treat myself to the occasional scoop of gelato or lazy afternoons spent inbed, dreaming. But I never really spoil myself with pretty things. I did, to be honest, have a go at some light retail therapy...about as much as my budget would allow (mark me for 1 mid-century red jumper, 1 mid-century charmeuse ( Read more... )