Monday, August 27, 2012


If this were a press conference I would firstly like to apologise to my sponsors (lol jokes I'm not popular enough to have any at the moment) and address the main question that I am not dead. No but seriously, sponsors would be great, I would actually feel more guilty when not posting for weeks on end. I seem to have lost my mind, found it again, and then left it in my pockets while sending it through the washing machine. The last few weeks have not been kind to me lately; I feel blue, my mind is black and I like my tea green. Tomorrow I am considering wearing all black to convey this darkness in my heart as well as a total contempt for colour (I must have really lost my mind or become too involved with goths and black lipstick these last few nights in my sleep). Sorry for being a bad blogger and not even doing anything exciting with my life, here have a photo set inspired by witches and magic. On another dark and magical note I finally bought a pair of Perks and Mini Fangs, a necklace I have longed to have for five or something years and cast entirely in brushed sterling silver. I can't wait till that arrives in the next few days so I can tie my hair up and let it glisten in the cooling Winter Sun.

To celebrate the start of another 'glorious' week I've worn all black today from head to toe with only a small voodoo-looking mermaid necklace thrown around my neck for a little charm and quirky creepiness. I wish I was writing tales of enchanting mermaids this second rather than entailing the charmingly-boring interactions of photosynthetic algal blooms in the oceans along with the viruses that poach them. When I signed up for a marine biology essay topic I thought I'd be discussing more of the romantic and serene scenes of corals bursting with life and seaweed swinging from side to side with every crashing wave rather than funny little men in white lab coats doing experiments on tiny organisms. That's science for you I guess, sucking the fun out of every environment that can hope to be magical and mystical ancient times.

Too young and afraid of tattoos,  tried to give myself a manicure with tiny creepy evil eyes all over my nails a few months ago to this same effect but the results failed miserable and I also broke two nails this week so everything is as lop-sided as my schedule balancing between studies, blogging and work. I'm oppressed by desires to own great jeans, Kawaii leggings and fur coats at the moment as well as the burden of competitive nature and academic drive towards excellence. All I really want to do is harvest herbs and rocks while painting my nails with a high-powered camera as a companion for shoots; is that really too much to ask? Oh, and how cool is they eyeball/ arrow combination tattoo? I'm normally not a fan of the whole evil eye paraphernalia but I really dig this scene of sisterhood tattoos and secret feminist cults with super powers vibe. (I think I watched too much Sailor Moon last year and soaked up the impression it is possible to be a teenage girl crime fighter at night and average student by day...)

I've been absent in my state of mind to blog as well as take care of my own body with the simplest application of lip balm to prevent chapping in the Winter chills. Combine that with the small habit of nervously biting my own lip and chewing off skin into pink sores and you get the above image minus the blog and lovely white pearly teeth. I have remembered to brush regularly without flossing but there won't be any public exhibitions of close ups of my body anytime soon for the public to enjoy; no, I'm more like the eccentric silhouette trying busily to harvest ingredients for my spells and potions.

I've managed to reach this perturbed state of mind where I blame everyone for not being there for me but also attack them in very indirect sniping comments and all the while want to shroud myself in as many layers of clothing as possible and survive on hot cups of tea without heating... because we all know that's what witches do. I think somewhere in my subconscious I've managed to muddle the definitions to old crazy lady with a few hundred cats and witch, but that's all the beauty in getting lost in the English language part of the time. Everything is getting lost in translation once it passes my ears and reaches my brains except for that looming word of procrastination and the over bearing weight of a Biology essay due in a week or two.

There's a heart-warming moment when you realise just how big a come back the grunge movement has made when those cheap plastic choker necklaces are worn on girls so astonishingly and presumably beautiful to be professional models. Also there's honorable mentions to the statement Pegasus/ unicorn ear stretched in gold as well as those gnarled nails of claw-like hand on the top piercing sitting beside lilac hair partially silver in a dreamy moon-like light. Yeah, it's for this reason that I've loved watching Daria, that angsty but dead-pan cartoon of a teenager for the stereotypical fashion club exploiting 'bad fashion'- everything that's cool now like stone-wash jeans, leggings, loosely pinched beanies as well as bewitchingly dark lipstick. Yum.

I'm not magical enough to have received my letter at the tender age of eleven, but

I was a big jewellery snob throughout high school and sort of refused to indulge in cheap and nasty mass-produced designs from local stores at the mall and settled for only precious metals, but at the moment I'm toying with the ideas of no longer fuelling big fashion price tags with my hard earned cash and instead becoming a DIY obsessed poor university student. Mixing up a wardrobe of vintage and thin golden rings as well as kitsch rescued plastic beads would be lovely to wear at work, were I in any position to really express myself. A few extra hours outside of university would be a great loop hole and escape from the usual routine that seems to break my heart so often, but I'll have to continue to work around science as well as creativity battling it out in my throbbing brain time and time again.

I stumbled across this photo set on that wonderfully vague photo-sharing site aimed mainly at youths but also for porn-addicts, Tumblr, which had a strange emphasise on black on red with blue backgrounds which didn't seem to do the freckles of this young buck of a male model but it kind of suits. Those star-crossed eyes as well as sun burnt tinges across his cheeks and forearms only seem to contrast more starkly against those tangled little tendrils of red hair in the shape of flames as well as hand-made devilish wings with a crisp but slightly worn red polo shirt and sweater vest. Oh to be young and still think sweater vests are cool and socially acceptable...

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