tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32647167830768018362024-03-13T21:51:24.640-07:00The Frenchiemaggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-61796795946597272792010-03-01T19:34:00.000-08:002010-03-01T19:47:22.828-08:00Always, All Ways<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 698px; HEIGHT: 465px" height="465" alt="" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/wve8v9.jpg" width="701" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/zxtv6p.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 699px; HEIGHT: 459px" height="463" alt="" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/ofd168.jpg" width="699" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 701px; HEIGHT: 469px" height="474" alt="" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/16c9tgx.jpg" width="704" border="0" /></a><br />(Banana Republic military sweater, Abercrombie & Fitch one shoulder dress [Yea, I know, surprise surprise!], black cross bracelet)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The only exciting news in my life right now is that my fashion merchandising and design section may be entering a contest to design shoes. Awaiting on the news for that. Hopefully all will work well!<br /><br />Otherwise, I just wish there was a "block" button in life where I could just "block" everything and everyone that gets in my way. That sounds bad. </div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-55984096116775202642010-02-16T15:04:00.000-08:002010-02-18T18:49:45.686-08:00For the past two months...<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/4p4qf.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/260apu1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 556px; HEIGHT: 381px" height="367" alt="" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2qsapzn.jpg" width="572" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img height="374" alt="" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2co3nmr.jpg" width="558" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 558px; HEIGHT: 375px" height="381" alt="" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2cnbo29.jpg" width="566" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 558px; HEIGHT: 370px" height="362" alt="" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/27wt7dd.jpg" width="562" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/rrtf80.png" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img height="393" alt="" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/zukrpy.jpg" width="548" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 536px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="381" alt="" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2ywic7t.jpg" width="544" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 534px; HEIGHT: 388px" height="388" alt="" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/11tordf.jpg" width="544" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 538px; HEIGHT: 354px" height="380" alt="" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/derb6b.jpg" width="588" border="0" /></a><br />(UO t-shirt, circle scarf a la mommy, shorts pacsun, UO tights, boots Macy's)<br /><br />So basically, this is a compilation of what I've been doing for the past two months. I've a newfound love for Ash Stymest, making messes with my "sister", working on my inspiration book, talking to mon petit ami, going on tumblr, celebrating Chinese New Year, watching the Winter Olympics (mainly watching Apollo Ohno), going to fashion board and directly shopping afterward, going to school, and sleeping.<br /><br />Everything seems a little less trivial than usual...<3</div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-71300752296953490142009-12-21T10:20:00.000-08:002009-12-21T13:58:33.374-08:00psychobabble<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/345y2hg.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2elcc29.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2i1zjgk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(AA tee, Express leggings, DIY zipper chain)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Last night, tears and bon bons. This morning, banana nut muffins and happiness. Btw, I don't think I have ever expressed how much I love Disney movies. Mulan, Cinderella, Pocahontas, The Little Mermaid. Yea, that's where it's at. My happiness is compiled into Disney movies... and Sailor Moon. Yea, Disney movies and Sailor Moon. Three days until Christmas Eve. Four until actual Christmas. Am I excited? Heck yes. I really need family time to break away from "bon bons and tears". My hair is getting super long. For me, at least. This entry makes no coherant sense. </div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-43816261911659283042009-11-16T16:36:00.000-08:002009-11-16T16:48:17.375-08:00Built For Sin<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/14y7dpi.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/k0k4ty.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/zn8vvc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(aa white vneck, Nordstrom tights, circle scarf from mommy)</div><div align="center"><br />"When you were mine, was I for you? Just one cheap thrill just to help you make it. Dammit I hope you didn't fake it."<br /><br />-Framing Hanley</div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-46221989494710981922009-10-27T16:38:00.000-07:002009-10-28T14:44:39.144-07:00This love's taking all of my energy<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/nf5k6s.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i35.tinypic.com/16lwfet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(black long sleeve - Banana Republic, skirt - Nordstrom BP, lace tights - Nordstrom BP)<br /><br />I haven't felt compelled to do much of anything these days. Le sigh. So bad.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Nails are 'For Audrey' from China Glaze. (:</div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-39706199905848537122009-10-07T15:12:00.000-07:002009-10-10T07:27:26.667-07:00P.Y.T.<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2gse3k4.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 394px; HEIGHT: 623px" height="640" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/j6h1n5.jpg" width="404" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i37.tinypic.com/1zvy3ad.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Express studded blazer, express tank dress, UO tights, zipper boots)<br /><br />I haven't updated in a while. Lot's of stuff to do, applications to be filled out, people to see, stuff to think about.</span></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-87530126249541879262009-09-15T14:25:00.000-07:002009-09-15T14:39:02.135-07:00birthday girl<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm 18 now. Scary.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/14vnu5l.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-14651189395953460922009-08-29T14:41:00.000-07:002009-08-30T21:36:17.723-07:00high heels have got me fallin' down on my knees<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/25ujyop.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i30.tinypic.com/5502aa.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2chm61w.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(variation of the last post [excuse my looking zoned out]: Express black mini skirt, AA tank top, mom's old belt, boyfriend cardi)</span><br /><br />I'm pretty siked about this MAC Cyber lipstick. My social worker at school told me I looked "melancholy" yesterday. So tired. I don't know why white-out white nails look so pleasing.</div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-78429880454977209632009-08-10T12:19:00.000-07:002009-08-10T19:28:55.920-07:00throwing punches<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/qmxb1e.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2gspe8h.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/1eqi47.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Express cami, boyfriend cardigan, studded belt, shooting star necklace, Roxy lime green mini)<br /><br />I've been feeling surges of obnoxious colors.<br />(I always look sunburnt or something, regardless, I had fun with Poladroid)</span></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-30290487959837410202009-08-04T15:38:00.000-07:002009-08-10T13:09:07.677-07:00i am, i am a zombie<div align="center">Two outfits since the last post, nothing too spectacular...<br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/16701eb.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/sd0kqu.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><br /><img alt="" src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2j0mrrn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Express purple jumper, The Limited white sweater, Nordstrom brown dolman sleeved sweater, Express cami, Arden B miniskirt, UO wrap bracelets/rings)</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I haven't much to say. I just have to go read but got REALLY sidetracked which landed me here... sigh.</span></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-10220743254626752402009-07-23T11:38:00.000-07:002009-07-24T06:16:54.766-07:00every day is exactly the same<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/1m254.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 385px; HEIGHT: 618px" height="618" alt="" src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2ck0sk.jpg" width="383" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(boyfriend's old dress shirt, uo shorts, vest from mom, coach belts, f21 silver ring, random black rings)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Note: Disregard my right arm and legs here. They look oddly tan in these pictures. This is only a façade, I am actually still pretty pasty with exception of my funky shorts tan and a quarter of my arms due to driving. Sigh... I always have weird coloring.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Hmmm. Long time no post. This summer feels as if it's passing by so quickly. The only thing I'm REALLY looking forward to is back to school shopping... which is probably my favorite part about school, new clothes, shoes, pens, notebooks, erasers... Now that I do work in retail, I'm ALWAYS surrounded by clothes and shoes and accessories. It's so bad for me, but I refrain from buying... kinda. Retail will be the death of me and my hard earned $$ that I've toiled for when my ankles felt like they'd fall off.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="WIDTH: 510px; HEIGHT: 368px" height="386" alt="" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/6sfdxu.jpg" width="634" border="0" /></a><br />Anyway, I just thought I'd post a picture of Tom Felton a.k.a. Draco Malfoy a.k.a. Hottie Mchotterson a.k.a. the man I may potentially marry. I've had a crush on him since Anna and the King. HAHA.</span></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-76635305706311932792009-07-07T12:30:00.000-07:002009-07-07T12:52:07.980-07:00hands of time could never move again<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/s1nmls.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i32.tinypic.com/xg9lk.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(crop top mommy bought for me, boyfriend's shirt, shorts UO)<br /><br />Today was an eventful day. I played "Woodchips" and "Monkey in the Middle". I think when I'm done with this job, I'm going to blend in with the little kids. </span></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-67731017483094749572009-06-28T11:29:00.000-07:002009-06-28T11:46:38.104-07:00laugh, i nearly died<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/14nlapw.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/de07q.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Express shirt, Nordstrom Maxi, random bracelets)<br /><br />I kinda love swishing around in dresses and drawing pictures of what's supposed to be Josh Beech *swoons*. Sometimes, when I feel utterly bored or frustrated/upset, I'll draw. But I'm always afraid to finish because I might mess it up. None of my drawings are ever COMPLETELY finished. Must be some sort of personality disorder/trait.</span></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-81424996929360435622009-06-17T08:16:00.000-07:002009-06-17T12:26:30.936-07:00waiting in vain<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/23mq9g2.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/aexlj4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(tee-AA, Trench from I don't remember, white skinnies UO)<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Somehow I managed to land two jobs this summer and the fashion board and classes and have it surprisingly all fit together. I need to be occupied. Anyway, I just finished watching 'Tree of Heaven'. I cried buckets. Perhaps it's because Lee Wan is such a babe and I want a boyfriend like him. HAHA. </span></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2hd432x.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I really like his nose </span></p>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-68501693740016544102009-06-10T09:18:00.000-07:002009-06-10T10:30:43.884-07:00outta heart<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/icpze8.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/e8u23m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(UO layer sleeve top, Express mini, red hemp bracelet, black wrap bracelet, clunky shoes?, liquid leather nail polish and yea my nails are pointy and real =\)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />I haven't been very motivated in the past two weeks due to massive amounts of schoolage. But anyway, </span><span style="font-size:85%;">I finished my last final as a junior! So long sweet spring, hello summer! I've a lot of things coming up in the next few months and extremely excited for all of them. This must be the process of getting older. Doing new things, having new ideas, seeing new possibilities... Le sigh.</span></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-28847340851797978912009-05-29T15:07:00.000-07:002009-05-30T13:22:28.208-07:00how my heart behaves<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2ztlqaq.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/142vdrs.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(bf's dress shirt, leather wrap bracelet, express mini skirt, UO top)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Just eight more days of school... only 8 more days of suffering and anxiety attacks.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">-----edit-----</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">I MADE IT ONTO THE FASHION BOARD!</span></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-74007683289026802772009-05-19T16:04:00.000-07:002009-05-24T07:32:38.201-07:00you have been loved<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/6f7ar9.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/5o9ojs.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/mm751g.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes I'm oblivious to people around me. Disregarding feelings, thoughts, emotions. I think it might be because of the weather or the ending school year. So sleepy...<br />There's a slight possibility I might go to the beach/city with my boyfriend <s>this</s> next weekend in this outfit with a bathing suit under... oh how I love nice weather. </span><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRi5LF1cQgQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BRi5LF1cQgQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-86228474150053121692009-05-17T19:00:00.000-07:002009-06-07T06:45:23.190-07:00promeezy<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/1juira.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/1zcmsur.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><p align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2nlsfl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><br /><img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/2ic1c2b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2z85jww.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />. <span style="font-size:85%;">(Banana Republic Silk pink halter dress, Charles David silver shoes)<br /><br /></span>My prom was pretty fun. Small but fun. I'm just anticipating my senior prom now. I'm in so much dire need for a break that it's ridiculous. Le sigh. </p><p align="center">This is DEFINITELY a change from my usual black, white, and gray. </p>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-11894631669545093592009-05-14T15:11:00.000-07:002009-05-14T17:50:36.616-07:00slow me down<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/wv6gdf.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2ywvlhx.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Skirt from kiosque in VN, bofriend's dress shirt, bra/belt from UO)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I've been unreasonably tired for the past week which messes with my routines and sleeping patterns. Along with that, I've made a daily 4 mile run/walk routine. I feel... great. Minus the fact I did get my ACT scores back and it wasn't what I wanted. There's always a retake. =[<br /><br />Other than that, I had my interview last week on Wednesday and I'm waiting for the fruits of that effort to surprise me sometime this week or next. Talk about unnecessary anticipation. </span></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-7672115173648624132009-05-04T15:11:00.000-07:002009-05-06T16:05:09.098-07:00read between the lines<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/r6z22x.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/vr78yp.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://tinypic.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/j17kmo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(I♥Ronson cardigan, diy shredded tank, 'For Audrey' and 'Liquid Leather' China Glaze nail polish)</span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't think I've ever expressed my addiction to nail polish. I probably have at least 50 bottles of nail polish; half are stored in my room and the other half in the fridge (so are other various products as moisturizer; just keeps your things in better shape). Though, at first, I was reluctant on getting the "For Audrey" one, I kinda love it now. It's fun. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Also, prom is next week and my mother has figuratively kicked my ass and pwned me twice today telling me that I've gained weight, which I did. But seriously, thanks for rubbing it in in vicious and blunt ways. Mothers.<br />------Edit------<br />Had my Fashion Board interview. I'm nervous for the outcome D:</span></p>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-65782435123838301572009-04-29T15:53:00.000-07:002009-05-02T21:57:16.263-07:00truth is<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/i5dr1v.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/dd1ibm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2ur9i8h.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(Levi's-DIY slashing, purple tank-Nordstrom, AA tee, timberland boots) </div><p align="center">Lot's to update about! </p><ul><li><div align="center">went shopping and ran into a guy who worked for/on/with Sesame Street</div></li><li><div align="center">I have a tumblr : <a href="http://theminimalist.tumblr.com/">http://theminimalist.tumblr.com/</a></div></li><li><div align="center">Had my ACT's which were unreasonably hard considering the practice tests were mild</div></li><li><div align="center">bought lightwashed boyfriend jeans (resounding gasp)</div></li><li><div align="center">I got my call from Nordstrom, my interview is May 6th. I'm dying from the anticipation.</div></li><li><div align="center">Had a dream I was dying from swine flu and was drinking pastel colored liquids to "cure" me. This is an awful epidemic/pandemic. I'm terrified.</div></li><li><div align="center">Waiting for summer to arrive, I'm so close to senior year, I can smell and taste it.</div></li><li><div align="center">I've been repeating Little Dragon - Forever, literally, forever. </div></li><li><div align="center">Addicted to DIYs especially with all this time I've acquired. </div></li></ul><p align="center">Yesterday, while I was slashing my jeans with a pair of hefty scissors, I somehow managed to cut off the top layer of my skin. It doesn't hurt but it's annoying that it's getting snagged onto things. Oh well, story of my life. </p>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-23067023756697151762009-04-14T15:31:00.000-07:002009-04-14T16:24:29.607-07:00starlight tears<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2uic8kx.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2mwpdw.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(AA tee, DIY acid wash cut offs, nylon knee highs from f21)<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">So so so so stressed. ACTs are in a week, so are PSAEs, so is my interview, so is my application for my ID for school, so are 3 projects, so is planning my junior prom (why am I senior secretary? le sigh) . Can a girl get a breather? Other than that, my life consists of Korean dramas (Boys Over Flowers and my HUGE crush on Lee Min Ho), many ACT practice tests, drama with boys (J in particular), looking into schools. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I should go finish my ACT practice tests... but for now here's probably my favorite scene in Boys Over Flowers where I cried bucket loads (I usually don't embrace much of my Asian)</span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KK4m1XoQa2M&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KK4m1XoQa2M&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-27862439847572281652009-04-04T14:06:00.000-07:002009-04-28T15:20:37.533-07:00dance with somebody<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/23keusg.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/noue5i.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Limited circle sweater, American Apparel tee, Express mini, ripped tights from the nooks of my closet, Nine West shoes)</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">The best friend came over for a little photo session for my project I had to do for the BP. Fashion Board application (of which I'm praying to get in, story after this). But yea, we had a good time just taking pictures and I had a good time styling her with a few pieces from my wardrobe.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Anyway. After the photo session, and lunch my friend J and me went to Nordstrom to drop off my application. I was just perusing and such and then we get to the BP. section so I ask the girls working there who I can turn this into. Note that my heart palpitations at this moment was irregular. The Asian girl told this girl that was working with her to help with the customers then get to me. So I waited there with J and this cute, tall blonde girl comes and she's super peppy and bubbly and she's like, "I'll take it for you!" and sticks her arms out and she just looks at me and I was like... "Thank you! uhmmm... yea! BYE!" So then J and I go talk to our old mentor that happened to be working there and talk to her and go look at dresses for prom. I remember we were looking online in the BP. section so I decided to go back. Cute, tall blonde rushes over to me and goes, "I just HAD to tell you... I LOVEEEEEEEEE the Olsen twins", (my project had them as my celeb icons), "Did you get their book<em> Influence</em>?" I start gushing and I say "Of course!" And she explains that she's the assistant for the person who runs the Fashion Board or something like that and that she was flipping through it before she put it on her boss's desk. So now I'm super excited and SUPER worried also. I have my fingers crossed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><br /><a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3653g.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/310/img3653g.th.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3660l.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/3423/img3660l.th.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3617w.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/2645/img3617w.th.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3623q.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/5962/img3623q.th.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3642b.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/9416/img3642b.th.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://img3.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img3643j.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" src="http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8184/img3643j.th.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-74078498078236131292009-03-30T14:40:00.000-07:002009-03-31T16:28:42.919-07:00cold shoulder<a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/16jmzrm.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/2qc30ao.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(shredded Express tee, UO ribbed tights, timberland boots, a few rings from the VN)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Yes, I have done it, I have shredded a tshirt. Well, it was mostly because I found a hole in my shirt after I pulled it out of the laundry. Oh well. Anyway. I opened my email today and I see two emails of which I was hyperventilating about. Email #1 contained information about Syracuse's spring invitation on April 15th. I gasped and almost cried because April 15th is a Wednesday and I don't have any form of break then so I can't make it to New York and back in one day. Email #2 was about the Nordstrom Fashion Board for juniors in highschool of which I just need to go to a Nordstrom and pick up an application and I'm good to go. It's due April 5th though. Blah.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm applying for the Fashion Board like right now. I'm so excited.</span>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3264716783076801836.post-11987023596402204932009-03-23T10:44:00.000-07:002009-03-25T13:23:43.201-07:00all that you left was your name<div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2u8jo7t.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/jrtu03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Express leggings, AA tee, blazer that my mom gave to me?) </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">This morning I ate a donut. It tasted a little funny. AHAHA. The first bite sorta tasted like dimsum and I'm PRETTY sure that donuts aren't supposed to taste like dimsum... Anyway, my friends are supposed to be here soon because I'm bored on a Monday afternoon and they've been wanting to have some "chill" time. Oh yea, I'm on spring break, that might be why I have so much time to myself. Also the fact that my fractured foot is healing nicely and I have full access to my four limbs. (:</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">It's the spring season. Couples should be blossoming, but why is it that everyone around me seems to be breaking up and breaking down? Le sigh.<br /><br />PS. I think I have awkward buns. My friend names my hair various vegetables. I think this one qualifies as her "mushroom" bun<br />----------------------------------------------<br />EDIT: </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I just watched August Rush. I'm utterly and completely in love. Why can't my life be so amazing a.k.a. why can't I just fall in love with a man in one night like Jonathan Rhys Meyer? I've a huge crush on him now. Anyone remotely Jonathan Rhys Meyer-esque, please sweep me off my feet. haha.</span><br /></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/30xdd0m.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">via jrmfansite</span></div>maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11535888259579978984noreply@blogger.com19