in bloom

Sorry for the lack of posts, everyone. Been busy. Got my hair re-done this weekend, copped a massive attitude, and yeah. I get emo every once in a while. Who doesn't?

So what's up been up lately? Hmm. . . nothing really of note, besides the quotidian life shit that we all go through. Nothing I'm too excited for, except summer, traveling ANYWHERE, and getting a job. Okay, maybe not the last part, but I have applied to H&M, Forever 21, Charlotte Russe, FYE, and Urban Outfitters. Getting a job at UO would make my life. And my wallet. Ka-ching.

However, there is something that's been pissing me off lately. While I'm at school, studying my ass off, stressing over every single test and assignment that I'm being given, I see idiots like Soulja Boy and this one groupie bitch--whose name I will NOT say here because then that's giving her more attention--making all the damn money. Doesn't it seem like these days, getting an education doesn't mean shit anymore? I mean, why the hell am I in school if I could fuck a rapper and then write a book about it and make my millions like that? Aforementioned groupie bitch didn't even fuck anyone of worthy caliber like Superhead, and she supposedly got a book deal and not one but TWO MTV reality shows. And homegirl doesn't even look like she can spell the word 'book.' All I want to do is make money doing what I love, but apparently, unless you're some attention-starved slut or a dumbass with an awesome dance that all the little kids want to do at basement juke parties, you're not getting anywhere.

Does anyone feel the same way? Do you feel tempted to quit and just slide down a pole/sell drugs?

wuthering heights

A week without fashion is like a week watching re-runs of your favorite show when the new season is available online...and you have a laptop. Okay, lame comparison, but I'm pretty sure you get the idea.

I'd been meaning to wear the tough biker accessories like a vest and sweatshirt with something girly for a while. So I decided to pull out my H&M ruffled mini-dress (which is one of the fashion staples of spring), toss some tights underneath, throw on a pair of Docs and just rip it. Love the earrings, too. They're from some random store by my house.

By the way, the reason why I generally never say where I get my clothes from is because

a) They're from cheap stores that would warrant an eyebrow raise if I ever even mentioned it. I'm talking about stores like PayHalf, Bare Feet Shoes, and stores of that nature that are usually only identifiable to the people who live in that neighborhood.

b) I can't afford to buy clothes from nice places like Express, American Apparel, etc. Sue me.

c) It's really not the designer, but it's how you wear it. Why do you need know where I got my dress from? The point is that I styled it in a way that looks good, and that's all that matters. Most of my clothes are cheap, but I make them work. Who said you needed a closet full of Prada, Gucci, and Alexander Wang? (though I will admit, Wang is beasting it out, and I wouldn't mind one of those hot little distressed bags, or his drapey tanks)

Also! Great big news!



It's about damn time. NYLON has never had a black woman on the cover (here come the arguments that she's Dominican and not black) and Zoe Saldana is perfect. She's been everywhere lately, and this is one issue I will take pride in flipping through. Can't wait until April!

Obsession: Tights with heart patterns

What is it about patterned tights that has the fashion world abuzz? Even on sites such as Lookbook and little street style blogs, patterned tights seem to be what's up at the moment. Especially ones with diminutive hearts scattered about, making me want them even more.




(From Lookbook.nu)


(Modcloth tights)



Now if only someone could tell me where I could get these amazing tights so I can wear them in the summer, I'd be content. Maybe I'll stumble upon them the next time I hit up H&M? A girl can dream. . .

One more week until Christmas!!!! What do you guys want from Santa?