the ultimate in candid photography

First, how scary is that old man? Trust me, it gets scarier.

As stated on their website, "MethodIzaz is a unique photography experience. Subjects are unaware of the exact moment they will be photographed and of the photographer's identity. Instead, the subject is photographed completely naturally, living life as normal. ... Using information provided earlier about their weekly routine, the photographer will arrive on the scene, and unseen, take shots of the subject." UHHHH.

In other words, you're paying top dollar for a camera-wiedling stalker. That's not creepy or anything. They have several samples of their "work" on their site. I'm using that term very loosely...I mean come on, following someone around for a true "in the moment" shot? I'm not convinced. Pretty much every shot on the site looks exactly the same: subject in a medium-close up walking down the street not looking at the camera. I'm not sure if that takes any kind of real photography talent.

I totally love that this crazy-haired guy paid tons of money for this picture.

surprisingly, i once was a poet

My name is a rainy day
sitting in front of a fire
drinking hot cocoa.
It's a big chocolate pie
with lots of sweet, creamy frosting.
My name is a pair of unworn
Converse shoes stuffed
under a bed.

Nicolle Matthews, 1996

those chicks, they're fulla crap

toothpastefordinner.com

old diary entries

I'm housesitting for my parents this weekend and decided to use the opportunity to go through my "childhood box"...y'know, the place your parents keep all the stuff you wrote and drew as a little kid. As soon as I opened the box I spotted "The Secret Garden Diary" (I was really into the book and movie when I was little). I flipped through the pages and there are only a few entries, but they are all priceless.

January 30, 1992
Today I am going to get a hamster. And Noelle is too.

July 2, 1992
Today my sister and me and Kali went to my grandma's house and we got to have popsicles and we got to swing.

Later in July, this is what the page looks like:

This is what I was trying to hide:

The boy that I like in my bible school would have to be Chris and I think he likes me too because we always sit by each other and we always play together and hold hands. I love Chris just for a boyfriend. I hope to see him next year.

The last entry, also in July
Today my best friend Lindsey sent Noelle and I a letter from Seattle, Washington. She went to Washington State a week ago. She is prodle [sic] going to come home this week or next week.

everyone needs to accessorize, right?

You can pretty much buy anything online these days. No matter how crazy you think your request is, there's no doubt that a quick Google search will reveal that not only does someone make what you want, but they have an entire website and fan club devoted to their product. Nonetheless, I was intrigued when Twin showed me these Kitty Wigs the other day. Well, maybe not so much intrigued as disturbed...but after perusing the site for a while, I kind of (totally) want one. Now I just need a cat!

I'm a complete dog person, but I can definitely see the appeal of cats to people like Twin, who is unquestionably devoted to her two kittens (she bought me a ticket to Kansas City for the sole purpose of transporting one of them, the other kitten she took first class). Personally, I'll probably never own a cat, but they're pretty legit animals most of the time, and definitely easier to take care of than a dog. There is an undeserved stigma with being a woman and owning a cat, but if you really take the time to break it down, cats are the bomb.

Cats are awesome because:
1. lol cats
2. they don't need your attention every waking moment
3. litter boxes
4. they know how to clean themselves
5. they always want to take a nap
6. lol cats
7. they'll pretty much let you put whatever you want on them (check out the book Stuff on my Cat)
8. purring is pretty cool
9. they're mysterious and they look killer in a Bashful Blond Kitty Wig
10. "meow"

when it's time to party, we have a tea party

Here's a transcript from a conversation I had with my boyfriend last night. He thought I was trying to have a heart to heart with him. Silly boys.

Me: So did you talk to your parents about your post-graduation plans while you were home over spring break?
BF: Yeah, my dad and I went for a walk and we talked about it for a few minutes. He wants me to go to business school, but I think that's mostly because he went to business school...(he attempts to continue the conversation about his future, I interrupt)
Me: Oh, I was talking about my tea party, can you come or what?



We keepz it real, by "real" we mean rich.

And of course, a tea partay wouldn't be complete without a prepsta guide outlining the steps to throwing a successful WASP get together. My favorite advice? "Invitations: They should be on thick, white cardstock, in cursive and something should probably be embossed. Embossed paper looks tight." Also, "Decor: Keep it real when it comes to decor. Nautical is always a good way to go: ships-wheel chandeliers and port and starboard lamps. Preppies like to feel like they're yachting at all times. If you have your Tea Partay on the beach, remember to have a big bonfire. You want to keep your peeps warm at night in case they don't want to untie and put on the sweaters draped across their shoulders." So true.

dreaming of cabo san lucas

Going to Mexico for spring break was one of the best decisions I've ever made. Since it was just me, K, and Mom there was no hardcore binge drinking or crazy Girls Gone Wild antics...just the beach, a good read, and a few margaritas. Perfection.







Oh, also, two months until graduation. Not that I'm counting or anything.

little things that make me happy!!

A few weeks ago one of my "Places to eat in Stockton" Yelp lists was featured on their home page, I saved a picture of the screen image but forgot to post it.



Then, just now, I logged in to write some more reviews and I see this:



EEEK! Not only am I fresh, I've been featured by Yelp!! Silly, I know, but in my personal bubble of self-importance, it's totally awesome. Too bad internet popularity doesn't transfer into reality. But who needs "reality", anyway?

stupidest fashion idea ever

Twin, the ultimate on-line shopper, shared this link with me today for a "Paint-Your-Own-Baguette" Fendi purse, aka the worst way to spend 1,300 dollars in the history of spending 1,300 dollars.

I honestly cannot even imagine the meeting where this crack-pot idea was conceived. Color your own purse with markers? Um, no thanks. I'm not in kindergarten and I also do not feel like spending over a grand to ruin a purse. I can't imagine that those markers are very permanent, either. I love that eluxury makes sure to stipulate that it is "only returnable in original condition." In other words, "we don't want your ugly purse back once you draw all over it and realize you hate it." Who in their right mind would approve this concept? It's definitely not fierce.

in an alternate universe

If my hair was redder, Tater Tot was uglier, and I was a model for Macy's, this would be me:



In this universe, however, I've been wearing pajamas since I got home from Mexico Friday night. Mmmm, lazy weekend, how I love thee.