Indulgence: People Stylewatch magazine, NOT doing homework, listening to blackbird a million catrillion times Coveting: motorcross jeans, fearlessness, normal conversation skills, patience, passion Love: culinary related things, really friendly people, effort, people with musical abilities(especially in the singing, guitar playing, possibly piano or other cool instrument, sort of way. what's even better? when you combine them.), compassion
So...the other day, I was volunteering down at the Vons in SanPedro collecting receipts to donate to harbor interfaith. why? because there's a thing that says 10% back blah blah. and basically 10% of the amount you spend will be donated to whatever organization. And we're using it to feed homeless kids. BUT ANYWAY, that's not the point. the point was the variety of people that I encountered. The variety of people was such an eclectic collection. I must say, there are some CRRAAZZYY people in pedro. Then I compare them to pv, and i'm like. woah. hahaa but anyways. some people were just insane. Like one guy was asking what the thing was for and i said ten percent of what you buy goes to homeless children. him: there arn't homeless in america. Me:mm, i think there are.. Him: YEAH? where?! Me: umm, i'm not positive, but this organization knows.. Him:all you guys have ipods and blah blah blah *walks away WITHOUT giving me a receipt. jerk. Then some other guy was like. "hey, i'm homeless, help me" and i was like umm.. Him:"yeah why isn't anyone helping me?!? huh?" Me: uhhh.... Some other lady got all like crazy on me. and was liek WHY ARE YOU COLLECTING RECEIPTS? and i was like ten percent goes to blah blah blahhh... then she thought i was lying or something. and was like HOW DOES THAT WORK. and got all mean about it. and finally at the end and i was like please donate! and she liek angrily was like "NO!". man, like i don't understand these people. it's not liek we're collecting actual money. that we could liek smuggle for ourselves. and like. dude we're like little asian people collecting it. do we look shady to you? i dont' think so. and i mean, we're just trynna do something good. they don't HAVE to help us, they can just like. ignore us or politely say nah. or something. they don't have to go all up in our business and like shut us down intensely and crap. cause what's the use of that? I don't get people who are like mean for no reason. It's extremely irritating. I understand if they had a bad day, but even if i had a bad day and was asked to donate, i'd ignore the people, go on my way. i wouldn't try to pick some sort of fight or something. but anyway, i lovee the people that are so nice and are like exclaiming "I HAVE OTHER RECEIPTS AT HOME!" and tell us they're going to go get it. or those people that are amazed when they ask if anyone shuts us down and i reply "YES". and those people who just take the extra 2 seconds and say "good luck!". I really do think a bit of kindness can circulate through the world. Whoever said the nice guy finishes last, has it ALL wrong in my book.
I really wanted to go to the OC style/fashion week. :[ especially the one saturday from like 6pm or something. with Nordstroms and Metropark. *sighhh. and one of the days they had people from Seventeen magazine that were taking pictures of people to be like potential models for their magazine and like post some pictures online. dude, that sounds like fun just for "kicks". haha.
FOOD. FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD. Sometimes i LOVE food. Every aspect of it. the textures, the colors, the plating, the tastes, the beauty of it when it all comes together in interesting ways. and sometimes, it's just the necessity of survival. eat it, done. i'm unsure why i have such opposite ends of the spectrum- sort of opinion about it. But i do. I have made a decision that i'm going to atleast ATTEMPT to learn to cook by the time i get to college/in college. I mean there's just so many great pluses about it. 1.everyone/your dormmates will love you. 2.it's cheaper to cook than to go out all the time 3.it's fun to have cooking night ins 4.first step to independence. But I don't want to just learn to cook. I want to be EXCELLENT at it. the kind where people say "let's go over to heather's, she's an amazing cook" sort of cook. I have a feeling I won't learn by then. but, one day. just watch. my kid is going to show up all of your kids at lunch sometime with his/her AMAZING meals. every single day. all day and all night baby. (totally jealous of the person who has people who love her enough to make THAT up there.) (and that lasagna dessert thing? amazing! innovative, colorful, just plain awesome.) i hate liars. I understand that we all lie, i do. But i just really dislike those people that lie EXTREMELY FREQUENTLY. i don't understand the reasoning behind it. 1.you lose trust 2.it's stupid 3.why would you need to? ... it's just frustrating.
I miss the old times/the "oldtimes" in my mind. The times where kids would go out into the forest and catch bugs. NOT go and play rockband for hours in front of a television. The times when people would come together at a ball and dance those synchronized folkish dances. NOT go to dances and grind/ basically have dry sex upp on a wall. The times when if a boy and girl even glanced at each other from across the room, it was considered flirtatious and even a bit scandalous. NOT that a girl at age 15 ish having sex isn't all that much out of the ordinary. The times where people would come together and have cups of tea and intriguing conversations. NOT go out drinking, getting wasted, doing drugs, making out till who knows when. The times of class, poise, dignity, elegance, and grace. NOT raunchy, sex appeal, flaunting, gaudiness, and shallowness.
I feel like my posts are getting LONGER and LONGER...
je t'aime. Commet talle vous? Heather photocredit: thenibble.com, some random person
Coveting: Skills, of any sort. Art class. British or Australian accent. SKINNY skinny legs. Gossip Girl set wardrobe. Love: The Beatles. The complexity of art. Epiphanies. Oreo Klondike bars. My pink blanket+huge body pillow.
So, a couple of days ago I started to go into the sort of mode where I listen to music on repeat OVER AND OVER again. Mainly Beatles' songs like ElenorRigby, Hey Jude, the more popular ones; and Ingrid Michaelson, You and I, Be Ok. I realized that I can spend countless hours just listening to music and singing, and not doing ANYTHING else. it's kind of REALLY strange. Such as. Right now is 7:25... I'm pretty sure I got home at around three... and the only things I remember doing are eating, attempting to learn guitar, and singing. that's it. for four and a half hours? oh me oh my. What in the MADNESS.
I don't like people that don't let other people get in their opinion or word. just saying. I feel like if a person brought up an opinion, i would listen to it, and THEN respectfully disagree or agree. Not just automatically cut the person off. Rudeness= Pet peeve. I like respectful people.
So instead of studying for tests or anything, I instead watched Pride and Prejudice yesterday. I've been meaning to read the book for quite sometime. It's sitting nicely on my shelf taunting me. But, I haven't seem to get around to it yet. After watching the movie yesterday, however, I think I might put aside some time and read it. Because the movie was absolutely beautiful. I can't even IMAGINE how the novel would be. I'm ecstatic.(: I wish people still talked in a similar manner as those in Pride and Prejudice. Their speech has such eloquence and power, that ours looks crude in comparison. I mean, I must admit, I am probably the epitome of California-talk. I probably sound like a total ditz in person. or ACTUALLY, I've been told that I talk like a guy so... *shrug. I actually despise how I talk. I hate commercials during movies that play on tv.
I want to learn how to cook really extremely fantastically well.
My mind is everywhere, and I cannot seem to make it concentrate on one matter. It's going all wild, thinking random thoughts. I wonder how my sister is doing in Hong Kong. there's a typhoon there at the moment. :[ I hope she's alright, stuck with all the crazy nerds over there.
I need to take senior portraits... damn. 1.my hair is going to be too long once it's time 2.i don't know what to wear 3.i seem to always look HIDEOUS for pictures that matter. seriously. My license is a PRIME example. (man... i would definitely pay to get that retaken). I don't like making fun of people. I feel uncomfortable when people point something out to me about someone (intentionally trying to make fun of them). I don't understand why I'm so awkward. Whenever I pick up the phone i always get told... "Heather..? is that you? what happened to your voice? nooo, this isn't heather, you're voice is so highhh" -.-x
So see that picture up there? That picture is actually in my house somewhere. I didn't really notice it until a year go or so. I realized that i love it. I always look at it and wish that I was that girl. (I'm lame, i know.) but, it's just so overly adorable and romantic. I hoping to dress up like that with a future boyfriend someday, possibly on some Halloween or something? Who knows.
Indulgence: Read a ton of magazines today at borders which consist of ElleUK, Bristish Vogue, Nylon, Instyle Weddings, Color(a photography magazine), and Vogue Paris(in french, awesome.)
Coveting: black shrunken blazer, brown riding boots, a stylist/style, lots of money for clothes, a new hobby, a trip to europe...again
Love: fashiontoast.com, stylebubble.typepad.com
So, I was thinking... What makes photography good/editorial-status? i mean, while flipping through the photography magazine today, i was thinking to myself.. what makes this so special? i could've done that...? is it how the artist has a collection that seems to intertwine together and yet each photo is individual? is it the lighting, the angle? what makes certain photos exquisite? if anyone has an answer, let me know.
AAH, another fact about me: people usually don't understand what i'm saying because i make obscure sounds/hand gestures that NO one understands except for the people that are used to me.
Loving this ring bracelet thing that Rumi owns.
I was thinking today, and remembered how some people would always say things like "oh yeah she's so gorgeous, AND she acts, AND she sings... damn...she must have a crappy personality or something" (if you havn't heard this once or so, then maybe it's just all in my mind) but I think it's quite sad yet amusing how people seem to want to find the worst/flaws in people. But,..that's just what I think.
Saw this in a magazine, I believe it was ELLE UK? yep. and the artist is Tauba Auerback. It was under a section of artwork that was supposed to have a lasting impression on you. And at first when I saw this, i thought hm,.. alright, so what? Then I realized that Wasnt here was scrambled from the answer, now so what?... But then I read what the artist had to say. I think that a lot of the genius in artwork is what the artist has to say about his pieces.
"It's a perfect resolved phrase that tells there is no resolution. The emotional part follows the cerebral part. I get joy out of these logical loops. It makes me feel like the world is alright, because there is no truth." Tauba Auerback
You should check out his other artwork. Some are posted on http://www.jackhanley.com/show.php?show=10 Another one of my faves is SUBTRACTION (STARTLING)
So, Hope you guys had a wonderful three day weekend!
Hello! So I had an urge to start a blog for a couple of weeks or more and such. Why this sudden urge? unsure. What is blogging for, anyways? Do I want to start a blog cause... 1. I want attention? 2. Just to post things that you just want to get out there in the world 3. I'm a wuss and can't say things like this in person 4. Have nothing better to do with my time? 5. etc? 6. all of the above?
what ever the reason is, I simply wanted to start one, and I guess you can judge for yourselves which reason it is that I created this.
But ANYWAY... I suppose introductions are in order. Hello my name is Heather. I'm extremely awkward. I'm unsure what else to say, so when i think of things. I'll randomly say so.
This weekend was kind of dull. Went wedding dress shopping(for myself). not joking. today I had all you can eat kbbq and hung out with churchers(: AND souplantation with the parentals.(two all you can eats in one day is not very good for you. i feel like i'm about to explode)
that's it. lame first post. I know.
au revoir. i desperately want to learn french. so desperate, i'm youtubing it. yeah, SERIOUSLY.
Indulgence: People Stylewatch magazine, NOT doing homework, listening to blackbird a million catrillion times
FOOD. FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD.
