Life as Plastic, It's Fantastic

Today, I challenged myself to NOT WEAR ANY BLACK AT ALL, OH NO END OF THE UNIVERSE. Even more intense, I'm wearing pink. Not pastel pink, not a peachy pink, but a bright Barbie pink. Hot pink. Does this skirt not scream, "I'm a Barbie girl, in a Barbie wooooorld?" I'm sorry if that song gets stuck in your head. I think I bought pinky because it was three dollars at the thrift store. Unfortunately, at said thrift store, there were no dressing rooms and you just had to buy by size. I bought this by my size, but when I got home, it was just a tad too tight. Me and my mom might install (for lack of a better word?) some fabric in the sides of it. Either way, it was awesome, even if I had to breath upward instead of outward like a normal person. Have you ever breathed with your chest instead of your stomach? Try it. Either way, this Barbie skirt was most fantabulous for the twenty minutes I was able to stand it.

So yesterday, whilst at my pool job, I noticed this rather large bee. I'm talking huge. The size of my thumb. You could hear him buzz from meters away. I was rather scared of him. I was watching this bee and it appeared that he was trying to sting himself. Beside him sat another big bee, but this one was belly-up and clearly not alive. I started to think that maybe these bees pulled a Romeo and Juliet, and perhaps Rombeeo did not get to Julibee late enough. So there I watched Rombeeo, my eyes welling up with tears, as he stung himself. He made no more movements. O, happy stinger. Perhaps it was just the heat that ended his yellow and black life, or he was most likely just sleeping, but still, I like to think they were doing a one time only Shakespearean play for their fellow insect friends.

Bodysuit: Forever 21
Skirt: thrifted, Ann Taylor
Necklace: vintage, gifted by Gramma Nami
Shoes: Steve Madden via TJ Maxx

This Brand New Colony

Okay, so obviously these pictures are not super special, but I wanted to upload them in honor of the fact that they are the first pictures from my (insert cheesy car salesman voice here) VERY NEW CAMERA!

It's so exciting, I'm so excited, it's my first DSLR camera and I love him, I do (my camera, that is; I haven't named him yet, I'm trying to think of something royal and epic since he is the king to his tripod throne, Jean Bob II.. see how I make inanimate objects have little lives? I'm odd, I know, I like it). I got a Canon Rebel T1i and I wasn't even looking at that camera before until my dad pointed it out and I realized that it was so super amazing. Thank you, dear father! I was wondering why Mr. T1i wasn't wearing a cape and standing high above the other cameras, but I suppose he was hiding there and waiting for me to find him. Or for my dad to. Anyway, I still have lots to learn but I can tell that this will be my new companion for many years to come, even up to my rocking chair years!

Arsenic and Old Lace

I have good news! For my birthday, I received a new tripod! This means that my handmade tripod, Jean Bob (who was made from 3 sticks, a massive amount of hot glue, and a tin pie pan) will be succeeded by Jean Bob II. My mom saw how very pathetic, err awesome, Jean Bob was and had to lower me to a tripod that didn't radiate with so much greatness that it blinded the people of our valley. Along with a tripod, I was gifted lobster slippers (yessssss), various clothing articles, and reindeer antlers and big red nose for my car. I think it was a very good birthday. And now I must end this post shortly for my dog has run off with my whale plush for about the third time today. This is routine for me. Have a good day, citizens!

Shirt: from forever ago, Kohl's?
Skirt: gifted
Shoes: Dollhouse
Necklace: vintage, gifted by Gramma Nami
Purse: vintage

Restoration of the Lost

So, I actually posted these a long while back in January, but back then, I had like 1 follower (some crazy kid, right?), so I wanted to post them again. Now I have 38 followers, which is a big number for me! And I thank all of you who are following, I love and appreciate you all! If I could, I'd send you all, uh, a rare and valuable acorn, one so rare and valuable that if you attempted to sell it to someone, they'd try to trick you into believing it's worth absolutely nothing. Anyway, these are some older pictures from 2008-2009~!

Swan picture: Charles is a swan who swims in the lake behind our house. He used to have a lover, but his lover got aggressive and had to be taken out. Thankfully, Charles remains elegant as he always has been to this day. I'm trying to figure out what that yellow thing on him is that resembles a popcorn kernel. Is it his underbelly? I am no swan underbelly expert, but I think that's what it is.

Bullet cracks picture: Up north, my aunt and uncle have a farm, and also rows of old cars and machines and just fantastic rusty old things. Total antiquage, duuuuuude. In some of the old cars, there are bullet cracks in the windows. I'm starting to think that my aunt and uncle used to be secret agents, super spies, or maybe even crime-fighting sea sponges. I've never been prouder to be related to someone before.

Saffron Dunes and Blood Red Moons

Yeah, so today is my birthday! I've been on this wonderful earth for seventeen years, or 1.62 dog years, whichever you prefer. I am a little dissapointed about turning seventeen, though, since nothing exciting happened at the time when I turned such age (I'm not talking present-wise, though, because that was more than I could ask for!). Seriously, I was expecting that I would suddenly light up into flames and fly to Mars where I would shed my skin, sort of like what happened on my last birthday. Maybe that only happens when you turn sixteen? Maybe. Must be. Anyway, I realized that I really haven't talked much about myself and who I am so here is you guys' chance to learn (YAY LEARNING) about who this mysterious person you are commenting on is.

My name is Ali. Contrary to popular belief, my hair is naturally this color. I am Viking and a Norwegian and it feels awesome to know that my ancestors hunted whales and grew beards. I am a nice person, but also very sarcastic and sinister, for I am always plotting dastardly things like tipping cows or freeing the lobsters at the grocery store. I'm going to be a senior in high school next year, but have no idea where I want to go to college yet (by the way, I made a 30 on my recent ACT test, and that score to me means I never have to take it again! so happy). I want to do something artsy, maybe architecture or illustration or painting pictures on the shells of large sea snails.

If I was in a band with people, we would be known as the Floppy Mustaches. Along with that, we would have mustache shaped instruments and, of course, wear fake mustaches. Speaking of music, I like listening to Michael Jackson (my favorite!), Oren Lavie, Sting (The Police), and lots of 80's music. I'm not that much for modern music, but Lady Gaga is an exception because she dresses in fantastic things and could probably work a potato sack pretty gosh darn well. Other things about me are that I tried to drink a candle once, ran into a glass door before, collect old giftcards, like to organize, and still jump on my bed at night so that the monsters from beneath the bed won't grab me and pull me under. I don't like the dark, it's just too dark.

Bodysuit: Forever 21
Skirt: Charlotte Russe
Scarf (as belt): thrifted
Necklace: vintage, gifted by Gramma Nami
Shoes: Amazon