A History of Obama Feigning Interest In Mundane Things.

Glance at the pages inside this girls notebook.

I'd like to spend some time out here.

These will make my ears prettier.

10 images of inspiration.

enjoy.

random loveliness:

I'm going to a Mad Men-themed 50's birthday party for my best friend Jess's 22nd tonight...I've scoured my closet and still cannot seem to come up with anything that makes me slightly resemble the always gorgeous January Jones as Betty Draper. I'm using some photos for inspirtation...on to my roommates closet...

My sister led me to this hauntingly beautiful song and the duo of talented singer/musicians behind it.

I am so excited for Alice in Wonderland, especially after seeing Tim Burton's creative genius on display at MoMa, and I'm also loving that Avril is back 'cause I've missed her.

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Everything about this photo is enviable to me. Not just the clothes, but the knowing that this girl is about to arrive somewhere looking beautifully chic, and at the same time, disarmingly contemporary.

if these walls could talk:

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I'm a journal-keeper by nature. I refrain from calling it a diary, because that word reminds me of 4th grade crushes, penciled hearts and photo cutouts from TigerBeat magazine. 'Journal' seems more substantive, scientific, sophisticated. The content is still coming from yours truly, but at some point a while back I realized that my thoughts were no longer bound by the constraints of naivety or ignorance, and suddenly I was forced to reckon with the unending supply of complex questions my mind seemed to pose. Indeed, life is hard. So what?

Nowadays, my journal is filled with a mixture of neurotic self-psychoanalysis and pretentious reporting of my surrounding cultural manifestations that I feel contribute to the general focus of personal life-coaching that my journal is required to provide. Ahem. It is, undoubtedly, the most embarassing thing I own. That is why nothing and no one sees my journal.

However, this post was inspired by the sudden pang of dissapointment I experienced when I realized that my journal was private. As in, all of the ideas and wreckless rants and passionate devotionals are on pages so secluded by my own selfish supervision that the world will never experience some of my most masterful works of literary genius (ha...ha).

It dawned on me that this so-called blogosphere that everyone has adopted as a gateway of individualized collectivism in the realm of social media is only a front for what we really want to say. I knew that no matter how long I blog or how many entries I make I'll never fully disclose one intimate thing: my personal truth.

A blog is a lot of things, but being the social platform that it unavoidably is means that a blogger has to have an opinion.

And sometimes having an opinion means defying someone else. The thing is, I don't really want to argue all the time, and sometimes I like to keep my opinons to myself. Like right now, this may be the most useless and pointless conversation I have ever tried to make, but what I am trying to say is best left in the words of Christian Lacroix: "I feel we all have a deep deep soul that is impossible to share".

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Today's Tunes:

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Lawrence Arabia - "Apple Pie Bed"

The Tallest Man on Earth - "King of Spain"

Jeff Tweedy - "Simple Twist of Fate" (Bob Dylan cover)

The xx - "Blood Red Moon"

Madeleine Peyroux - "Between the Bars"(Elliott Smith cover)

Rooney - "I'm a Terrible Person"

Beck - "The Golden Age"

R.I.P. McQueen

"He was a genius. I really have no words. It is just sad." - Richard Chai

movie day:

2 Days in Paris with Julie Delpy and Adam Goldberg.

Now that there is zero possibibility of leaving the comforts of my house, my roommates and I will be enjoying a full-fledged film fest, starting with this charming little story.

In less than three hours it is my lovely friend Jessica's 22nd birthday. This time last year she and I were in Milan celebrating her 21st with friends, techno, and cheap Italian wine. This year she has decided to host a Mad Men themed birthday party but it won't be for another week. All of this snow is making it nearly impossible to do anything besides sit at home!

Jessica and I bonded over Factory Girl while studying abroad in Rome, so when I came across this photo it immediately made me think of her and the lovely Edie Sedgwick who she shares so many similarities with!

Happy Birthday Jess!

A beautiful snow-covered Amsterdam.

the cold is beautiful.

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Jackie and I are watching the Super Bowl because we feel we are supposed to.

This may be the saddest excuse for a Super Bowl party ever, but at least we have eachother! Maybe if there wasn't snow and ice surrounding the house we would venture into the real world, but for now the couch is treating us very nicely. So far the Doritos commercials are weird and slightly offensive, but I shouldn't have expected anything less.

Go Saints! (Or Colts, whoever wins.)

"Darlin' you are the only exception."

With the year's token romantic holiday fast approaching, things are getting mushy around here. The jewelry commercials don't bother me, and its not even about the pink and red flowers that stare at me everytime I walk into the grocery store, or everyone's sudden obsession with heart-shaped candy boxes, nope. I'm not a V-day hater, I just happen to find it strange that people use one day to send out all of their love notes in a publicized, obnoxious fashion as if to insult every single individual in the vicinity. Lets just take this for what it is: another scam to increase Hallmark card sales. I do have to mention, though, that Hallmark's new commercials get the job done. Yesterday, I watched one where a greeting card writer talked about how her pain from suffering a miscarriage inspired her to write a card expressing her loss. I would be lying if I said I didn't cry.

Don't be surprised if I start posting sappy love poems and cute photographs. I'm a hopeless romantic regardless of the day, month, or year.

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There's a snow day coming...Saturday is supposed to be a stay-in-bed snow-up-to-the-sills hot-chocolate-marshmallows kind of day. I cannot WAIT.

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"He first realized he loved her when he looked through her bookcase."

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