how embarassing

yellow

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.
I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called yellow.
So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.
I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.
Cause you were all yellow,
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow.
Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
Id bleed myself dry for you,
Id bleed myself dry.
Its true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.
Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.

lol

all i have to say

inspiration

paranoia

I am sitting
On the roof of my house
With a shotgun
And a six pack of beer, six pack of beer, six pack of beer.

The newscaster says the enemy's among us
As bombs explode on the 30 bus,
Kill your middle class indecision,
Now is not the time for liberal thought,

So I go hunting for witches
I go hunting for witches
Heads are going to roll
I go hunting for...

90's, optimistic as a teen.
Now its terror
Airplanes crash into towers, into towers, crash into towers.

The Daily Mail says the enemy's among us,
Taking our women and taking our jobs,
All reasonable thought is being drowned out
By the non-stop baying, baying, baying for blood

So I go hunting for witches
I go hunting for witches
Heads are going to roll
I go hunting for...

I was an ordinary man with ordinary desire
I watched TV it informed me
I was an ordinary man with ordinary desire
There must be accountibility

Disparate and misinformed
Fear will keep us all in place

So I go hunting for witches
I go hunting for witches
Heads are going to roll
I go hunting for...

I was an ordinary man with ordinary desires
I watched TV and it formed me
I was an ordinary man with ordinary desires
There must be accountibility

Disparate and misinformed
Fear will keep us all in place



The news has got me paranoid
Papers and the news reports
Casualties of every war
The anchor people keeping score

The weapons now are chemicals
In water and in air above
In circulating envelopes
In powder through the postal routes

The threat of a disease is here
We nipped it once without a cure
It took forever 'til it stopped
Through mandatory needle shots

They gave us all a little dose
To teach our bodies how to cope
Finally when we had it licked
Some terrorists are back with it

The propaganda's working now
I'm falling for it hook and reel
I'm stocking up on medicine
Buying tape to seal us off in paranoia

Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia, paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia, paranoia

Paranoia attack, paranoia war
Paranoia sinks like a bomb
Paranoia threat, paranoia affects
Paranoia drops bombs, bombs






(^note, that will give you a seizure)

inspiration

credit

why why why why why

eyes like that

and what do you think about my stockings

american apparel

blaaaaaaaaaaah finally i don't need to edit the hell out of these photos
please excuse the messy hair!

good luck

too bad you're tacky as hell...

feels like

the old me.







i don't think i like it.

sigh

am i the only one nostalgic for when blair was this wonderful.

it's perfect

someone tell me. is this gucci??? i think i'm in love.

Le Pays des Contes de Fées

it's like living in a fairy tale.



a reconstruction of prince eric's castle in disneyland paris. isn't it pretty.

420

as always, the lighting is bad. i do what i can!




lulz. when i looked at my profile, the view count was set at 420. i couldn't help but laugh.


god i'm a teenage girl.

yuuuuuum

here.

have you ever

not talked to someone in years and then realized they deserve to be shoved in front of a damn bus now.

you know

i realized why i stopped getting into long rants about how i feel. i'm really annoying and self centered when i speak. i don't think it's avoidable.
i'm totally kidding, i'm sure it is. i'm just too lazy to do anything about it.
most of my writing is embellished sarcasm. it doesn't come out very well in print though. oh well.




also, when i read blogs, more than half the time i totally ignore the writing and just look at all the pictures. i wonder what that says about me.














SUBLIMINAL MESSAGING LOL

bumblebee

tehehehehe, i cranked the brightness as high as i could on most of these. lighting in my house is still dim :\

pants/vest/sandals- urban outfitters
shirt- anthropologie

i think

it's really funny how people don't see the irony in this.




SPOLIER ALERT: it's ur tax dollaaaars LOL!!!!!!!!!!!

wouldn't it be nice

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.


If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,

remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

true love

yessssir.

i can't drive

pro: i misssed a whole day of school yesterday because of it.
con: i am trapped here because my parents are gone all weekend.
pro: i could throw a party!
con: it would have to end by 5.


my birthday's on monday. i'm perpetually afraid that everyone's going to forget and then feel bad about it. i think reminding people, "hey, my birthday's coming up!!!!*~*" is rude. and i think walking around with all those signs and posters and balloons and shit on your birthday is really tacky.

that said, i hope people bring them for me.

strange as it sounds, i really just want a good haircut for my birthday. that and the ability to bother the hell out of my mom whenever were at the mall with "i really like this, you know, i didn't really ask for anything on my birthday.





i'm thinking about going black.

teenyboppers, lollipops,

whipped cream and a cherry on top.

the old days

it's really funny how much sentimental value i have attached to bands. i'm not a person who keeps old photos or gifts and stares longingly at them during times in which i'm feeling particularly down. the only thing that really gives me a sense of past is music. more specifically, very very IRONIC music. everytime i listen to an old mindless self indulgence or hellogoodbye album, i always remember the (slightly more) awkward teenage stage of my life that it was associated with. i used to be a huge fan of ~*the jonas brothers*~ when they were still completley unknown and "underground" (this time period did actually exist, i promise) even if they are associated with rediculously bad and cheesy pop or, god forbid, rock, they'll always have that little part of my heart that helped me bond with people who really meant a lot to me. all the time we'd spend obessing over what their favorite kind of sandwich was, giggling about all the dumb interviews we'd dig through, or looking all over disneyland for any sign of a promotion for them.

i wonder if in ten years i'll be able to listen to all the hipster crap music i do now, and think to myself, hey, i rememebr when i use to like FUCKING TECHNO, oh my god.

i think in ten years, i'll still be loling at set your goals or something. bonus points: this blog is named after ironic, "old" and hipster music, the only way i could upstage myself is ending with a good DCFC reference, i'm sure.

hello, juicy

my birthday's coming up :D

an afternoon

a boring one


* the first picture is from my moms room, only to prove to linda that we are in fact, moral, pious, and obscenely mexican

there are no words

the new bailout

(click to enlarge)

hey gloria,

tehehehehhehehehe.

sometimes

i feel like this blog should be about my incessant need to whine about my life or tales of the old country (the old country being puerto rico, mexico, or lithuania, which ever one you prefer i fake knowing anything about)

i think i'm just going to do more outfit posts and lack some more creativity.

it took some getting used to

i think i like the bangs now though.
i almost had a coronary when i first got them, i didn't intend them to be so choppy, but i think the korean lady who cut them took me as someone who wanted an ~*edgy style*~

y/n

i want my hair cut just like this