Stop, Drop, and Give Me Those Shoes

There are shoes and then there are shoes that take it to the next level. These are gaudy for sure but so unique and gorgeous it's impossible not to fall in love with them.

Love to you all,
Heather

Rant, Rave, and Praise

This picture never fails to crack me up. These are a couple of footlongs that look a tad too happy, don't you think? Luckily, nobody ever had to stuff me into a Subway costume during my 4 years working there. It was bad enough I had to wear a visor.
Congrats to my good friend Melissa on getting hired at a Subway in Florida! I'm very happy that she was able to find a job and like I said, at least she knows how to make a proper sandwich. It's not that hard people. That's directed to the guys working the TO Subway's moving at the speed of warp snail.
I really don't like to write about little things going on between my family and I but I'm tired of turning my issues into problems for the characters in my stories.
My family and I are definitely more close than most families I know. You know those families where the kids and the parents are kind of cold and conduct the most mundane, dull conversations possible with one another? Where they even sound disinterested in each other's lives? Oh, and where the kids have the gall to demand and boss their parents around with their parents meekly taking it?
I tell you, shit like that does not fly in my family.
We scream to get a point across. We get excited over a sale on ice cream sandwiches and buy 6 or more boxes. We chase each other around the house with dead cockroaches. We listen to music so loudly the floorboards shake and the walls vibrate. We tease each other with spot-on imitations of one another's walks and mannerisms. And if you mouth off to Dad or Mom(and I have tested this limit to new lengths), if anybody asks, you're crying because your contacts hurt. You also accidentally tripped and scrapped your arm on the concrete.
That aside, we're close.
Or are we?
My brother Earl has been making noises for ages about going to a comic con type gathering only with anime characters or something like that. He wants to go to the one in August with his friends in Orange County. Mom told me the other day on the phone, "He said maybe I'll visit Heather."
Maybe? Maybe?!?!
What? You have got to be kidding me! I expect this kind of bullshit from my extended family (4 cousins altogether, both sides combined) but then again, I'm not close with any of them and never have been. My intermediate family is where it's at for me and to hear Earl say that enrages me. Who else does he know out here but me? Nobody.
The kid brother has another think coming luckily. You can't drive a rental car until you're 25 so unless his buddies and he bring along somebody older, they're screwed over on transportation.
Ah, but the sister you might maybe deign to grace your presence with would solve all that...just saying.
That's not all...
"I just feel like we've lost you Heather." Mom told me over the phone.
This one was kind of creeping up on its own. I'm far from them and growing farther from the girl who first arrived here. I'm really not lost though. I know who I am and by knowing this, I am able to restrain myself from making all sorts of mistakes that could truly ruin me. It's my inner Jiminy Cricket. Sometimes I shut that conscience off and it fucks me over royally.
"Are you happy now?" Jiminy will ask me to which I sigh and say no. He nods and I switch the conscience back on, "Let's take that pain and write it out. Let's make our happiness come alive in the lives of others. Let's storm rage in a fictional life."
So I get my music cranked up and the document comes alive under my fingertips.
You haven't lost me. I know where I am. I know where I'm going. I know who I am. We're just a distance from each other in length. In our hearts, where it matters most, we never left.

Listening to:
-Theatre of Tragedy Venus (I heard Leaves Eyes is working on a new album. Sweet merciful crap, please be true. I'll never have enough of Liv Kristine's voice in my life.)

Love to you all,
Heather

I'm At My Week's End

What a terribly pun-induced title, this is my brain on bite size Crunch bars, Mountain Dew, and hardly any sleep for you.
Yes, that David Bowie CD is still missing at home and I get constantly hounded over its wherabouts when I call home.


Reminds me of Donnie Darko but this time Frank is Easter-ed out.


David Standish is the shit.

I love this photo! This woman reminds me of a mixture of Holly Golightly and Edie Sedgwick.

Hard to believe this is Emma Watson aka Hermione from the Harry Potter films. She looks absolutely fantastic.

I want a pair of ballet slippers. The real deal too, not some lookalike at the store. These are dyed Capezio slippers.

Yum, the Yves Saint Laurent bow-back Oxford dress. Utterly delicious!

Oh my, she reminds me of a cast-off bohemian version of Blair Waldorf. But there is something wonderfully warm about this look. It's the headband, I think.

Christian Lacroix, Spring 2009.

Fashion Week.

Fuck yeah, this might just turn into one of favorite new holidays.

I love Poppie very much! But as a finger puppet this is just painful and unpleasant looking. What was Sears in the '70's thinking?

Oscars this Sunday.

Homework tonight.

Exhausted completely.

This looks like a silly haiku.

Love to you all,

Heather

Pretty Little Lacy Things

Today is rainy and dreary outside. Determined not to fall asleep myself, I've found some nighttime photos, part of a collection entitled "Afterhour".


The long skirt with yards of fabric, ribbons, and ruffles. Pretty.


Many a fairytale lady I see...
Snow White-the structuring of her sleeves is akin to most of the outfits I've seen her wear, both in Disney movies and drawn books. And the obvious apple.
Sleeping Beauty-blonde with falling eyelids. And the cut of the dress skirt.
A little bit of Cinderella too.

Listening to:

-Lily Allen The Fear

Love to you all,

Heather

Sometimes I Wish...

that people talked face to face still,

that human beings could treat one another equally,

the words "ugly" and "hate" could be erased,

our memories could be rid of unpleasant memories,

that technology would collapse for a month and we would discover just how much we rely on it,

that things would get worse before they got better,

days were more like summer both in temperature and mindset,

that I was still excited about drugs,

drinking to the point of passing out still looked awesome,

I wasn't older and younger than my best friends,

I didn't feel like I was burned out on so much,

that everybody didn't feel they needed someone else to complete them,

everyone sees the value and beauty in their simple self and being alone.

Love to you all,

Heather

Happy Valentine's Day

*This is my favorite photograph of all time...I dare you to find one I'd like better.

Love is splendid.

Love to you all,

Heather

Light and Dark Part Two: Dark (Eclipse of the Mind)

All by Sean Ellis


I get images of Pinhead when I see this.


Dear 14 year old Heather,
Your aesthetic never changes.
Love,
the older version of you


I really love this one.

My Computer Graphics teacher is a genius. Right after I had to deal with some unpleasantries and was needing a serious outlet to let out a ton of rage, he tells us to make some serious calamities attack our pictures of peaceful trees.
The worse the better.
I made a thunderstorm with lightening bolts blazing on the mountains and lake.
It was an excellent release.

Love to you all,
Heather

Light and Dark Part One: Light (Hippie Love)

Have you ever had one of those days where the most ridiculous irrational things happen to you? You don't know whether to tell everyone you meet and get them on your side or to simply go "whatever" and live on your life. I'm at the tail end of one of those days right now.

I really like this shirt. The billows, the seafoam shade, it all looks utterly soothing and paired with the headband and flowing locks of hair makes for a pretty flower child look.


The shirt at the left (sorry, bad picture) reminds me of the one above. It's the Lost Locale Blouse at Anthropologie and is quite elegant and springtime.

The light is fading now, we must go back to the night.

Love to you all,
Heather

Smitten with these Vivienne Westwood shoes

It must be all the VD floating around.


Love is in the air!

Love to you all,
Heather

Rorschach Would Approve

These lunch bags will ensure that nobody gets their hands on your tasty sandwiches. What a nifty idea!

Love to you all,

Heather

Tuesday Tunes

The Chemical Brothers Life is Sweet
This song was playing in class earlier this (well, Monday anyhow) morning. I was hooked so bad after one listen so I wrote down the name to get for later. See, I learn things in college.




Sia's work is great on its own but it's the remixes that are truly excellent and awe-dropping.
I really love The Girl You Lost to Cocaine. Makes me wanna throw on a tulle skirt and Day-Glo bracelets and dance on my bed.



Supafly Inc. Be Together
If I wasn't craving summer like mad already, this song just makes me want it even more.




Sam Sparro Black and Gold
Supersexy and still gorgeous enough to work for a perfume commercial. I've been into this one for a really long time, kind of worked into my theory of things all around me being black and gold last semester.


Morrissey I'm Throwing My Arms Around Paris
I really and truly adore this song but Morrissey...his voice just sounds much weaker than before. It gets strong here and there but I can feel that nasty ghost of age beginning to creep in.
But I love him and I can't wait for the album to drop on Feb. 17th.

I am the princess of procrastination.

Love to you all,
Heather

500 Days of Summer

Fuck all the May/June/July blockbusters, I am an indie girl through and through and this is the only movie I care at all about right now (even Watchmen is taking a serious backseat to this).

I love Zooey and Joseph and they look utterly irrestible together. Cuteness squared.

I'll definitely have a longer post about this one with more photos later but I'll tell you what I love the most about the movie (other than the actors, plot, trailer, and Sundance favoritism).

The title.

I know it's about how he dates Summer for 500 days but to me, it also got me thinking about summertime in general. Honestly, no matter how much you work, no matter where you live, even if you're enrolled in a zillion classes for summer school, summer is the best. Nobody ever says anything bad about it and why would they?

It's lazy, warm, and filled with endless possibilites on how to spend your day and who to spend it with.

I've never had a bad summer (well okay, skipping any family road trips and the surgeries I had during high school).

It's always been 3 blissful months of (in my experience) ice cream eating, running up and down the flights of stairs at the library with piles of books, thrift shopping, movies and overpriced Icees, friends dragging you to their houses or to the park to chill, Sno-Cones down the street, lying around sticking to the couch, waking to the sounds of the birds chirping and the cars honking, sweating, playing at the park, swinging on the swings, going out in the hot hot 10:30 at night, late night shitty horror films, listening to LOUD music in the car on the iPod on the stereo, drive-thrus for greasy food (calories don't exist anymore), swarms of bees, flowers in bloom in the backyard, open windows, open back doors, air conditioning, water fights at work, 4 cans of Red Bull chugged in an hour to go faster, flying practically home on a post-Monster drinking binge, sundresses, long hours wandering the malls, cute shoes, cute boys, cute boys, cute boys....

I love summer.

I want it to be 500 days long.

Love to you all,

Heather

Forget the Catfight...

...I'd rather bullfight.

One of my favorite pieces in Christian Lacroix's Spring 09 line.

Love to you all,
Heather

Mr. Sanders

Michael Sanders=another name to add to my list of photographers I admire.

This is an especially cool concept, I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've imagined a picture being taken of somebody getting out of a pool completely dry. Granted she wasn't submerged but still...


Where are we going in life anyway? Are we born with innate direction or is it a skill to learn like tying shoelaces? Is 'one way' the right way? The wrong way? What happens to the other way? What would we be like if we knew all the right and wrong ways to do something, to live?


This is very pretty.

Love to you all,
Heather

Five Beautiful Men

I have a wandering eye when it comes to guys. Most of the time when viewing guys in my general age group, I have a tendency to quickly size them up and literally the next word to enter my head is either:
a) hmm...
or
b) next

Nearly 90% of the time I go with the latter.
But then the men enter the room and suddenly, I am snapping to attention. As many who know me well (or have a class with me, I'm pretty outspoken) know I just love guys older. And when I say older, I mean 30-late 40's range.
So in honor of the upcoming VD, 5 men I find utterly irrestible.


Your guess is as good as mine in how I came about discovering James Dean. I really don't remember it at all. I think it was a photo somebody had and showed me. I remember I bought a puzzle of him and I would obsessively put it together and pull it apart and then do it over again. Then I bought a poster and I remember my Mom saw it and said, "Huh, I didn't know you liked James Dean Heather."
Oh, parents.
This poster I have hanging in my room right above my dresser with the books, teapot, and crow painting. One night when I was extremely drunk, I remember looking at it and in that bizarre way our minds work when we've been past our limits (the drunken philosopher mode) I could not understand how such a handsome talented man had to have his life end before it truly began.
I also recall thinking that I could feel, really feel, the fibers in his shirt even though this was just a piece of paper and I almost rubbed my hand against it.


Schindler's List is one of the few movies I cry openly during. I cried in class (but kept it in my hoodie sleeves so it looked like I was napping), I cried when I watched it alone once and my Mom came into my room and sat with me as I bawled throughout the film. (She had to hold me a couple of times...but then again, I was 12).
In any case, Mr. Ralph Fiennes was in this film and as most of the viewers can agree, he was a despicable character.
But then I saw The Constant Gardener and of course, I crushed hard.
He's refined. He's British. He's lovely.


It is all because of Melissa that Robert Downey Jr. is my top crush.
Had she not of opened her mouth this summer and said, "Yeah but Robert Downey Jr. in Iron Man? Holy shit, he is hot! Go see that movie."
If she had never said that, if she had never pointed out the picture in the Rolling Stone I was looking at, I might never have truly known about him. Ignorance is bliss as they say.
To be ignorant about this would not be bliss. To be ignorant of this finely sculpted gorgeous man would be fucking awful!
I watched Chaplin and loved it. The man is a truly gifted actor and the ultimate comeback kid. Who didn't root for him to succeed?
But I gotta say, it really didn't hit me until I saw Tropic Thunder. Yes, that's right. A man in black face I found dead sexy. I'm telling you, I don't have a type. It's all over the damn board.
So yeah...
I fucking love Robert Downey Jr.


There is a scene in Superbad where Jonah Hill says that to hook up with his crush Jules, he says he would do terrible things to be with her.
Let me tell you something, dear reader...
I would do postively dirty, disgusting, raunchy, things to be with Mr. Mortensen whom I did not find at all attractive in Lord of the Rings. It was that Russian Mafia film Eastern Promises that did it for me...and then all of a sudden, I was like "Everybody in the house, give me all of the LOTR films!" (Still didn't do it for me though).
And if I were lucky enough to meet him, I can guarantee you I would probably lose my cool and just be super giggly and girly and so that twisty thing I do with my hair that I've been doing lately.
But seriously just look at him! I'm telling you, this is exactly the type of man I'm looking for. One who is stronger than me (I'm really sick of being the strong one around wimpy guys who are all "need to figure out what I want" bullshit) and who looks like he would just throw me up against a wall.
To quote Miss Lady GaGa, "I like it rough."


A true classic. Johnny Depp was my first crush in 6th grade and up until last summer, held the crowning spot of cutest males. I've riddled many a journal with his name and created several crush collages. I love him in his weirdo roles (Edward Scissorhands, The Man Who Cried, Sleepy Hollow) and I am not a fan of his Jack Sparrow in POTC.
Seriously, as much as I'm glad he was nominated for an Oscar, I was very happy he lost it. Because that movie just did not showcase his full acting range.
And because I'm always partial to the indie films.

Okay, I spent a sufficient amount of time not doing my homework so I think it's time to wrap it up, do some religion homework, watch the rest of the Flavor of Love Roast, and go to sleep.

Love to you all,
Heather