samedi 11 octobre 2008

pass the parcel

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the crack of light underneath your eye is disheartening. i've never seen it there before, and i guess i expected more from you.




these days i feel perpetually tired, perhaps because of the exhaustion of applications and whatnot, or perhaps because journalism is so draining, or perhaps because i'm just extremely sick of having all this negative energy flood into me when i am not in a position to relieve it.

these days i've been wishing that i still did coke.

these days i haven't been finishing everything that i need to finish. i haven't been losing weight either. i haven't been seeing friends or writing in my journal, i haven't been sketching and i haven't been singing. i apologize for the rather gloomy mood, but i feel rather grey these days.




today my mother needed to get some jeans, so i went shopping with her and ended up buying:
leopard print shorts (21)
black gladiator heels (21)
long-sleeved cardigan (gap)
black/silver sequined skirt (express)
multicolored print/sequin skirt (express)

then came home and cut a pair of my mother's extremely old jeans to fashion a pair of shorts before going to meet eric for physics. he bought me milk tea and i stole a no smoking sign from near the stairwell




i believe this is from the recent sonia rykiel show...


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