more art

I'm posting another painting. This is Paris Street Scene, by Boldini.

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Art is Life . . .

Hallo. I am instigating a new series on Parlez Vous Francais . . . paintings! Yeah, I know I don't blog much anymore . . . but shut the hell up . . . !

Anyway, I'm posting the first painting today, along with this quote from Elizabeth Bowen:

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that you live, if you do.

I think it's beautiful, and so is the painting you see above! It is Amelie von Schintling, by Joseph Karl Stieler.

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New Heading Pic!

Ok, the picture behing the blog title has been changed from an adorable Ruddy Kingfisher to a wonderful American Goldfinch!

Has anyone else off in cyberspace started their Christmas lists? (Yes, I still do that. They're much shorter than they used to be though! And now they don't include Barbies.)

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Hey my readers who don't actually exist - except for you, Lindsey the Leopard! :DDD

Anyway, I wanted to clue you in to this great art blog I found, called Old Paint. This is the link:

http://oldpainting.blogspot.com/

Enjoy the great works of art . . . I've already found + saved five!

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Hey

Hi, sorry I haven't posted. I've been very very very busy. I've been:

A, preparing for the Big Sit!

B, sewing my Halloween costume.

And C, perusing France and New York City.

The Big Sit is one of the biggest Birding events of the year. It lasts for all 24 hours of October 15th, which fell on a Sunday this year. If you're participating you are supposed to bird-watch for the whole time and count how many birds you see and hear. I think if you're a member of the National Birding Association (NBA, ironically enough) you can submit your number and the biggest one wins a prize or something. I spent most of Sunday sitting outside, part of the afternoon my friend sat with me. I identified (saw or heard) 3 birds! For a major amateur like me that's incredible! Congratulate me (with comments!)

Haha, it's been awhile since I pleaded for comments, from readers who I severely doubt are there.

My Halloween costume is Gaz, the sister of Dib from Invader Zim. I'm wearing a purple wig (I dyed an old blonde one of my mom's) and clothes I obviously am making myself.

And I was doing my perusing of France and New York City via Google Maps "street view." It's sososososo incredible. I've only been to NYC twice but I love it. And France never, unfortunately.

Anyway, GTG.

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A Boot, in Honor of Those Changin' Leaves

These are Manolo Blahnik cap toe booties. I love their vibe. It's kind of film-noir, right? The Chanel-esque cap toes, the monocromatic, staid coloring. Aren't they great?

Speaking of Chanel-esque, I need to tell you something that can now only be called Chanel-esque.

Coco avant Chanel. Coco before Chanel. I can tell you right now that the movie is going to be a farce of the early life of my idol. In the review in the Times, it said, blatantly incorrect, that Coco and Adrienne were sisters. THEY WEREN'T! Adrienne was her frickin' AUNT! Dammit. She had two sisters, Julia who was a moron and faced the same fate as her mother, accidental pregnancy and being worked to death. And there was Antoinette, who died of a disease like yellow fever in South America.

!!!!

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Today, a Quote

"Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to change it every six months."

- Oscar Wilde

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Yes, I know I haven't posted in awhile, I haven't mentioned Fashion Week, like I care. I've beenn busy.

BUT TODAY IS AN EXTREMELY IMPORTANT DAY.

Today is Tuesday, September 29th. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TODAY?

Yes, that's right.

PARAMORE'S THIRD ALBUM CAME OUT, BRAND NEW EYES.

OMG. I AM BEYOND EXCITED!

I'm trying to pace myself, so I only bought one song today, "Playing God". It's beyond awesome. I've played it so much already.

Whatever. I gotta go watch Grey's Anatomy on my TiVo. It's the season premiere!

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It's Almost Here!

Yup, that's right. It's that time of year again: Fall Fashion Week. Is it fall? I can never be sure, because they show the spring fashions in fall and the fall fashions in spring. But Fashion Week means a lot of things. Summer laziness is over and it's time to get back to work and school, and it's time to get back to looking CHIC.
Last week on Project Runway they did surfwear, which I am hoping was just a tribute to the end of summer. But a lot of the design teams (Teams! Can you believe it?) did a Tim Gunn: they made it work! But I am with Heidi and I was shocked to find out what happened with Mitchell and Ra'mon. One team member being the winner and the other getting kicked off? Wtf?
But back to Fashion Week. It also means that all the fall styles you salivated over in February when they were on the runway are now available in stores!
So I'm going to include a schedule for New York Fashion Week (Sept. 10-17) with all the notable designers:

Thursday, September 10th

10am: BCBGMAXAZRIA in the Tent

2pm: Mara Hoffman on the Promenade

Friday, September 11th (also the anniversary of 9/11. But I will feature a memorial post on the day of).

6pm: Nicole Miller

Saturday, September 12th

10am: Lacoste in the Tent

4pm: Christian Siriano (Project Runway alum!) on the Promenade

Sunday, September 13th

10am: Lela Rose in the Salon

1pm: DKNY at 711 Greenwich Street

3pm: Herve Leger by Max Azxria on the Promenade

4pm: Diane von Furstenburg in the Tent

Monday, September 14th

10am: Carolina Herrera in the Tent

12pm: Jill Stuart at the New York Public Library

1pm: Tracy Reese in the Salon

Tuesday, September 15th

10am: Badgley Mischka in the Tent

2pm: Max Azria in the Tent

7pm: Tibi on the Promenade

Wednesday, September 16th

9am: Tory Burch in the Salon

10am: Michael Kors in the Tent

11am: Nanette Lepore on the Promenade

2pm: 3.1 Phillip Lim in the Tent

6pm: Anna Sui in the Tent

Thursday, September 17th

9-11am: Ralph Lauren in the Skylight Studio, 275 Hudson Street

Okay, that's it. Of course there are more designers showing that that, but I included the ones that are, in my opinion, of note.
So if you can get to New York City AND you've got enough major clout to have scored an invitation to any of the above shows, go and tell me all about them! (in comments, s'il vous plait.) Everything's in Bryant Park, of course.

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It's An Emergency!

I've seen love die way too many times when it deserved to be alive, and I've seen you cry way too many times when you should have been alive. . . .

My new favorite song :] "Emergency" by Paramore.

I know it came out on All We Know is Falling and is therefore really old . . . but whatever!

And I cannot wait for them to go on tour . . . it starts tomorrow!

And I DOUBLY cannot wait for BNE!

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P.S. Sorry I haven't posted!

Bird Alert!

The above shown is a lovely Lemon-rumped Tanager, native to South America (Panama, Colombia, Peru, etc.) Isn't it lovely? I love it when they have bright beaks like that, or when they have just a splash of color on a neutral backround, like the Red-winged Black bird :D

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Horrible, Awful News

No I'm not dying. No nobody I know died (although did you hear about the helicopter and the plane who collided in NYC? Everyone died!) But I have been scrolling through some forums on Facebook (I have a profile but I haven't been on it in like six months so don't bother) and I found one about the Sims 3. <:[ And guess what? No pianos, hired help, HOT TUBS, you can't make your own custom neighborhood, THE SIMS ARE UGLY, very few hairstyle choices, no stargazing, no a lot of other shit! Fuck it. I'm sticking with TS2 and maybe I'll want TS3 if they come out with EPs! FUCK YOU MAXIS. Altho they really didn't have anything to do with the Sims 3. Maybe that's why it sucks so bad!

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Oh My Gol

No, that's not a typo. That's a pithy way of heading a blog entry about a great new site, called Omegle. You go on their and talk to a stranger! Literally. You don't have to give any personal information and you can lie through your teeth. In the past month I have met people from Korea and China and Canada, and a 19-year-old from Massachusetts who has a four-year-old and while I was talking to her, was in labor with her triplets. I didn't believe her. But the Chinese and Korean seemed far more convincing. I discussed food with Korea, and education in Guangxi with China. It's fun!

http://omegle.com/

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Jupiter Takes One for the Team

A few days ago, an amateur in Australia witnessed an amazing --- or terrifying --- sight. A comet the size of the Pacific Ocean hit Jupiter, leaving a gap in the gaseous surface. To the side is a size comparison of Jupiter to Earth. There was an article today in the New York Times about it. There will be a link to it at the bottom of the post.

If that sucker had hit us, we'd've been destroyed. So we should all be unerringly grateful to Jupiter for being so huge and having such an enormous gravitational pull. Countless comets and meteors have hit it, very few actually being seen. It is amazing that the most recent was seen. I find it kind of scary that the spot (storm) on Jupiter that has been there for billions of years is twice the size of earth and has been there for the same amount of time. There could be some kind of alien civilization living there obscured by the gas. Not much is known about the surface of Jupiter because it is almost impossible for a rover to walk across the "surface", unlike Mars (yay for Spirit and Opportunity!).

Anyway, we should all, like, send thank-you cards to them if that were possible or probable. Write one anyway. Who knows, maybe they'll be able to tell you did. But I think that if there were any aliens out there, they probably find us quite trivial. They are surviving in very different circumstances from ours, and . . . I don't know. If you ever meet an Extra Terrestrial, make sure there is an available phone. Come on, didn't any of you watch E.T.?


http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/26/weekinreview/26overbye.html?_r=1&ref=science


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I'm Talking Like a Lolcat. Deal With It.

Okayz, u r probably teh wonderinz why Ize not posting more poetryze. Well, de answer to dat is dat I got bored wit it. So now I am teh postins birds insteads! I'm still postins shoes. And mebbez some writins.

Ize in ur computer. Takin up ur blogroll.

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Ignorance ISN'T Your New Best Friend

Good news, everyone (makes joke about the Professor from Futurama)! I found out that Paramore's third album, Brand New Eyes, comes out September 29th! AND that their new single, "Ignorance" came out July 7th!! YAY! "Ignorance is your new best friend" is a line from the song, and I said ISN'T because it is better for me that I WASN'T ignorant of the fact that Paramore came out with a rockin' new song!



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The Answers to Yesterday's Quiz

Well, here are the answers to yesterday's Harry Potter Quiz, as promised:

1) D

2) B

3) A

4) C

5) D

So how'd y'all do? Comment and tell me.


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How Well Do You Know Harry Potter?

Today I will post the first-ever official Parlez Vous Francais quiz! The How Well Do You Know Harry Potter quiz! I will ask trivia questions and post the answers tomorrow. Here's the quiz!

1) In Half-Blood Prince, what was the name of the house-elf who served Hepzibah Smith?

a) Honky
b) Horky
c) Dorky
d) Hokey

2) In Sorcerer Stone, what does the winged key in the second room look like?

a) Gold with blue wings
b) Silver with blue wings
c) Silver with green wings
d) Gold with green wings

3) As said in Prisoner of Azkaban, what kind of "superfine, streamlined" handle does Harry's Firebolt have?

a) Ash
b) Oak
c) Mahogany
d) Elder

4) In Deathly Hallows, how does is the First Brother of the Beetle the Bard story The Three Brothers meet his end?

a) He kills himself so he can be with the dead girl he loves.
b) He evades death for many years and eventually goes with him gladly.
c) He is killed by a jealous man who desires the Elder Wand and therefore slits his throat so he can gain it.
d) A jealous man who desires the Elder Wand uses the Killing Curse on him when his back is turned and takes the wand.

5) In Goblet of Fire, what score does Karkaroff give Harry in the First Task?

a) Ten
b) Six
c) Zero
d) Four

And that's it!! I'll post the answers tomorrow.

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Bird Baby Bird

Starting today, I will be showcasing some of my favorite things in the world: birds! Today's is a new discovery of mine, the Common White Tern! It's up there :]

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Shoe of the Week

Hey peeps, I love this shoe cuz of the fabulous colored cork :] It's the Miu Miu Sandali patent slingbacks :]]] Comment if you heart them as much as I do.

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Bestthing.com

I have found this great new website called Bestthing.com. You get two options and you have to pick which one is better; it goes on and on! It's addictive. Here's the link. Enjoy!

http://bestthing.info/

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Jasper Hale is Very Sexy

I was watching Twilight on DVD last night and I managed to save some wicked screen shots. Mostly of Jasper. Here's one!

Sorry about the black lines. I had to make it big enough.

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CHAPTER TWO

I'm going to post the next bit in my Clique Fanfique. CHAPTER ONE! I know the title is Chapter Two but who gives a fuck?

Here it is:

BOCD
The Café

Monday, October 8th
12:09 PM



“Ehmagawd,” Massie Block said to Claire Lyons. “Where is Leesh? She was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.”
“I don’t know,” said Claire. “Cam said Josh wanted her to eat with him at the trailers. He wanted me to, too, but I said I wanted to sit with the Pretty Committee.”
Massie rolled her amber eyes. “I know she and Josh are, like, in love or whatevs, but this is getting seriously ah-nnoying! It’s the third time in a week she’s bailed on lunch with us.”
Dylan Marvil shrugged. “Kristen isn’t here either. She’s at soccer practice.”
“With Deeeempseeyyyyy,” Claire sing-songed.
“Exactly!” Massie stomped her Michael Kors navy suede boot-clad foot. She turned to Dylan. “I’m surprised you’re not with Derrington — excuse me, Derrick.” She smirked.
Dylan ignored the jab about her usage of her boyfriend’s real name instead of the secret nickname Massie had made up for him, long ago. “We doubled to school today anyway, and we’re going to Slice of Heaven after school.”
“Ehmagawd.” Massie snorted. “You do that like every day. What happened to all your diets?”
Dylan fluffed her red hair, which so didn’t need it. “I have a boyfriend now. And he likes me the way I am. Make that ah-dores.”
“Just like Chris Plovert and Kemp Hurley did last spring?” Massie raised one eyebrow and took a bite of fresh iceberg lettuce salad.
Dylan turned redder than her hair, ahb-viously remembering how she’d burped and ate her way into gaining ten pounds, and losing her two admirers. “Shuddup. Shouldn’t you be happy that I’ve gotten some confidence? You always said my weight obsession made you crazy.”
“It’ll make me even crazier to watch you bloat to a size eight,” Massie shot back. She crossed her arms across her chest and glared out the window-wall in the direction of the trailers, where Alicia was undoubtedly enjoying a love-lunch with Josh, and Kuh-laire could have been having one with Cam. Then she shifted her gaze to the soccer field, where she could make out blurry shadows of the Sirens and the Tomahawks, and one extremely fat shadow that could have been Kristen getting cozy with her new crush, Dempsey Solomon, who used to be Massie’s! And so did Derrington.
Gawd! It seemed like these days everyone but her had a new BF. She scanned the Café for a boy that might have suddenly gotten hawt over the weekend. But nobody had. She felt like Jennifer Aniston after she’d lost Brad, and Vince, and John. She lost her long-time crush Derrington, who ditched her for Dylan just like Brad had for Angelina. Only it was backwards. She was supposed to be Angie. Nawt Dylan. And then Dempsey ditched her, supposedly for Layme Abeley, but then for Kristen, who was supposed to be helping her get Dempsey!
It was cool to have a lot of ex-crushes, because it showed you had experience. But it was different when you were the one who got dumped. Then, instead of making you feel like a sexy femme fatale, you felt like an LBR (Loser Beyond Repair.) Something had to happen, fast, because that was just nawt an option.
And she knew all the other people in the eighth grade looked up to her, the alpha. And far from making her feel proud and important, as it usually did, it was making her feel the pressure more than Paramore.
She straightened her purple velveteen fedora. It matched her hair streak. Wasn’t it supposed to guarantee her access to everything fabulous? She’d gone through weeks of LBR-makeovering, and almost made a public apology, to get it. And yet she no longer seemed to have access to fabulous boys. Back when OCD didn’t have a B, she’d had Derrington. And now her precious school was full of boys, and they chose her less-fabulous friends! Sure Alicia was more beautiful — not that she’d ever admit that out loud. Sure Dylan was funnier, sometimes. Kristen was a much better athlete. And Claire was kinder, in a nauseating sort of way. But she was an alpha. And that mattered more than any of those qualities.
Or at least, it used to.

Hope you love it!

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Back Down to Business

Now that I've had my little sob-fest, and talked to my exuberant aunt who can always make me feel better, I'm ready to write today's REAL post. Both of them, because I have two things to report and they don't really go together. The first is that the REAL NEW MOON TRAILER is up on Stephenie Meyer's website and is probably on YouTube right now. Oh, and I LOVE CHARLIE THE UNICORN. If you don't know what that is, you should be shunned like the pink and blue dudes tried to do to Charlie on their way to Candy Mountain. But whatevs. Bye!

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*Bursts into gushing tears*

WAHHHHHH I'M SOOO SAD!!!! MY BEST FRIEND WON'T TALK TO ME AND ITS MAKING ME REALLY DEPRESSED! I LOVE THE BEST FRIEND I HAVE NOW BUT I MISS THE OLD ONE SO MUCH. AND I SENT HER A NOVEL-SIZED APOLOGY EMAIL AND I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD SEND ANOTHER ONE OR IF THAT WILL MAKE HER MORE ANNOYED. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT ANYTHING! I LOVE TWILIGHT AGAIN AND WISH I COULD TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I'VE SAID ABOUT IT IN THE PAST FEW MONTHS AND GUSH OVER IT WITH HER AGAIN. AND SCHOOL IS OUT AND I ONLY HAVE LIKE THREE WEEKS BEFORE I GO TO CAMP AND I WON'T EVEN BE ABLE TO HANG OUT WITH MY FRIEND LIKE LAST SUMMER AND TALKING IN ALL-CAPS IS GOING TO TAKE UP A LOT OF SPACE BUT I DON'T CARE I'M YELLING AND CRYING AND SO I AM USING ALL CAPS!!! AND SHE WON'T EVEN READ THIS BECAUSE I KNOW SHE WON'T READ MY BLOG ANYMORE BECAUSE SHE HAAAATES ME EVEN THOUGH SHE SAID SHE DIDN'T!!!

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I Have Big News :]

My big news is that I am writing a Clique fanfiction (I call it my Clique Fanfique :]). I'm also going to write a Twilight one I have an idea already. I will post the character synopsis of the Clique one here so enjoy:

Maybe that boyfast wasn’t such a bad idea . . .

Massie Block: Has gotten the Clique back together and is once again the alpha. Then why is she feeling like such an LBR? Everyone at BOCD has a crush but her. And she is determined to change that.

Kristen Gregory: Is going strong with Dempsey and couldn’t be happier. Except that when Layne, her former SBFF, found out, she dumped Kristen and the Witty Committee. With guilt plaguing her heart and the remaining members of the WC starting to pick sides, Kristen will do anything to get Layne back . . .

Alicia Rivera: Has rejoined the Clique and once again given up her alpha dreams. But her beta status is in jeopardy when she starts giving up carpool and #18 for a certain J. Hawtz . . .

Dylan Marvil: Now that she’s got her new BF, Dylan has finally signed her Body Peace Treaty. But will she regret it when all of those Cheesy Fridays start going straight to her thighs?

Claire Lyons: With pressure from the much-changed Layne and fear of committing PC treason coming at all sides, Claire might soon be ready to book a room next to Britney — at Promises.

The Clique . . . the only thing harder than getting in is staying in.



I will post more some time later

Until then,

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Shoe Show

I'm posting a shoe because I have nothing to report besides buying a couple new songs on iTunes and getting some new sandals . . . Anyway, this is the Giuseppe Zanotti flat sandal. Thank you, Saks.com, for that incredibly vague name.

Meh. I'm in a bad mood because it's finals week at school.

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Life is a Mobius Strip

Ain't it the truth.

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Fuck

I'm not going to get into my top college because I won't have any AP's and I'm not gonna get into honors language I didn't do advanced math because I had a dipshit teacher and I'm not allowed to do honors science and I'm not gonna go to a good college and I'll turn into a bum and my sister is going to fucking @$##^@! (censored!) and I'm gonna go NOWHERE and I'm not gonna go to FIT and I'm not gonna be the editor in chief of Vogue and I won't head my own fashion empire or be a best-selling novelist or an award-winning journalist and GAH!

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I've Reverted Back

Well, it's happened. I am a fan of Twilight again. My desktop is once again that really sexy photo of Edward in the parking lot before he saves Bella, and after my three-month hiatus from the series, I plan to start reading them again as soon as school lets out.

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Has Anybody Tried the Sims 3 Yet?

I am a big fan of the Sims games. They embody my great loves of architecture, interior design, messing with people, styling, and swearing loudly (when it doesn't let you do something.) I have the Sims 2 and most of the expansion packs. But unfortunately I haven't been able to play recently because it was on a computer that has been replaced and we haven't set up the old one anywhere yet. I would like to play the Sims 3 but I don't know. It seems like a lot more responsibility to actually take care of your Sims. With 2 I know all the cheat codes. My Sims almost never work, and since I got Night Life, they stay out all night and never need to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom. Yes, they eat out with friends, but as an outing not a necessity. And yes they go to the bathroom, but to make out with their latest crush not as a necessity. AND I CAN'T PLAY IT BECAUSE MY FREAKING -------* HASN'T SET UP THE COMPUTER ON THE CARD TABLE LIKE I SUGGESTED AND HE NEEDS HIS SECOND DESK!!!!

*grumbles some more*

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*Censored at request of my guardian. Wait a sec, who made up that shit term? It sounds like a freaking angel or a rottweiler. It should be like caretaker or something.

Shoe-ba-boo

I have no idea what that title means besides I'm posting another Shoe. Anyway, what I loved about these Kors Michael Kors Bang platform sandals was that the cork was actually a color. In books like The Clique they always say they're wearing navy cork sandals, and I thought until recently that that meant that the cork itself was navy. That's how I always mean it when I design an ensemble with colored cork sandals. But no. That means the STRAPS are navy. I find it odd. But these sandals had COLORED CORK! So I loved them. They are also well-sculpted and all-around nice looking sandals. Well done, Michael Kors.

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Fucking Twilight

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. I swear to God. Are there drugs implanted in the pages or some shit??? The books are written horribly with weak, Mary Sue-ish characters and gaping plot holes and yet I still can't get them out of my mind. I have a large picture file featuring pictures from the "saga," a term these books totally do not deserve. I am taking a break from my obsessive reading of them, and yet I MISS THEM! I miss these books that I have trashed on many occasion, ranted about and obsessed about and read about and discussed. I like the first three. The fourth kicked the entire series' ASS! In the bad way. It beat them up. It poisoned them in my brain. The names "Bella" and "Edward" are forever ruined for me because I will have that association and that association only. So just like Bella, I will not be able to read many Jane Austen books because the names are simply "too close"!!! Grrr. Grrr. And further GRRRRRRR!!!

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I Can Feel the Pressure . . .

Some things I'll never know, and I had to let them go. I'm sitting all alone feeling empty. I can feel the pressure, it's getting closer now. We're better off without you. I can feel the pressure . . .

Those are some of the bitchin' lyrics to my new favorite song, Pressure by Paramore. It used to be I Caught Myself (as seen on the Twilight Original Soundtrack), but then I heard a string quartet version of Pressure, and I really liked, it so I bought the song and I love it. Do you know they raised the prices on iTunes???? I am very upset about it. I may turn to Limewire like my friend. But not really. I don't wanna go to jail and pay a $250,000 fine. I, unlike other people, read the copyright infringment warnings on DVDs from INTERPOL (whatever that is.)

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It's Quotin' Time!

I was reading a chapter in my social studies book, and came upon a quote from Thomas Jefferson in 1820, on the subject of slavery in the Union.

"We have the wolf by the ears, and we can neither hold him, nor safely let him go."

Cool, eh? Did they seriously talk like that, just chatting? Or did they like, think about it beforehand, specifically thinking up fancy, philosophical, lasting lines like that? I suppose that would be something for a historian to study.

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The Time is Ripe for Another Twilight Rant

Well, not so much a rant as complaining about something I just thought of. Ahem. . . *shakes out piece of paper* Much as I love Midnight Sun, I must admit this bothered me. When Edward is describing his "reckless angel," (you know, the books really are very religious. I really hate that.) he says her eyes are "sky-colored." WTF? That could mean anything. They could be pale blue, dark blue, black, white, gray, pink, purple, yellow, peach. . . The list goes on and on. Stephenie Meyer may have written a phenomenon (but not as big a phenomenon as Harry Potter!), but she just isn't a very good writer. I finally agree with my sister on that fact. A lot of the crap I write for fun is written wayyyy better. I mean, arms cannot be scintillating. Bella is a moron who is actually selfish and Edward is . . . kind of annoying. And stupid. And really, really hot and smart and charming and romantic. It's kind of hard to say bad things about one of the most idealized guys in literary history.

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The French Have So Many More Obscure Holidays Than We Do

Happy May Day, everyone. I have no idea what is celebrated today, all I know is that it is a French holiday celebrated on May 1st. If you are French (as I wish and hope and pray to be), comment and tell me what is being celebrated. If you aren't and know, comment. If you are French but don't know, comment. If you aren't French and don't know, comment.

Bye!

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Shoe Time!

I now present to you the Marc Jacobs Lace-up shoe with heart heel!

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It's Spring!

Or summer. Yeah, it's been freaking hot. Everything's in bloom, and the magnolias have already come and gone. Our cherry is in bloom, and I took some killer pictures. (Those are not getting posted; you will see them if I ever become a photographer like my dad.) BTW, how much do you love Blue Foundation? It's a band, not some ocean-saving organization. But I did attend a save-the-whales meeting at my school this week. I have to admit, I found them on my Twilight soundtrack (I have The Score too. Love the Lullaby!), but I really do love their song, "Eyes on Fire." Ha-ah ha-ah hahhh. Anyway. . . Go enjoy that blooming thing we call nature! I know I will.

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Happy Earth Day, You Earth-lovin' Fools

Today is the greatest of all days. Earth day. Today we celebrate what we so seldom do. Our home, our motherland (MOTHERLAND!!!), the place where we changed from amino acids to bacteria to fish to monkeys to neanderthals to people. (there was a little lesson in bio history for ya. It's on my list of Classes to Take in College, a sub-file of Places to Apply to College.) Have you seen the Google thing today? It is so cool. Anyway, what are you doing online? GO PLANT A TREE!

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My Poetry Anthology for Reals

Yes, yes, I know I just published a poem, but that is not really a part of the Anthology. Well, it kind of is, but it is not the Official Anthology Poem of the Moment. This is.

Hope is the Thing With Feathers, by Emily Dickinson (my relative! My very, very distant relative.):

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches on the soul,
And sings a tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gail is heard;
And sore be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Pretty, isn't it? If it is a little long.

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Fucking Weather

Okay, so my poem isn't about pigs, it's about, obv., the FUCKING WEATHER. I wrote it on the bus yesterday, an ode to walking home in the rain.

Walking to the Bus in the Rain, by self

Crystal droplets
In my hair.
Seeping through my sweater
Is chilled air.
My house will be surrounded
By a freezing moat.
Why oh why
Didn't I remember my coat?
Twisted clouds
Fill the sky.
This is the kind of weather
Where squirrels die.

Emo, isn't it? And I bet you're thinking that it's out of context, for California at least. But get real, people. Only in southern Cali do people enjoy sunny weather year-round and 80 degree Christmases. It can get pretty freaking freezing up here in a town I will neglect to name. Sigh. But. *sings Vanessa Hudgen's Say Ok* At least I have a cup of steaming cafe au lait to keep me warm :]

I may have neglected to mention that I am, as well as a fashion-lover, writer, and artist, I am a cafeine addict and have a love of France. You may have guessed this from the name of my blog. If you didn't, you're a moron and should die like those squirrels.

I fear that I am about to do the same, but from boredom instead of cold. This town is just as ho-hum as Forks, without incredibly sexy vampires to fall in love with. And I am sorry to report that on Google if you type in the letter "e", the first suggested search that comes up is for Edward Cullen, and for "r" it is none other than Robert "I Am Physically Incapable of Shaving and Getting a Haircut" Pattinson.

Sigh.

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I WANT A PET PIGGUMS!!

I want a pet pig :[
My parents say no for NO GOOD REASON.
I feel like I should be singing a love ballad. Oh piggie, you are my one true love. My daddy said stay away from Juliet. And I was crying on the stair case, begging you please don't goooo . . .
Okay, so my love ballad morphed into Taylor Swift. BUT I WANT A PIGGIE EVEN MORE THAN SHE WANTS JOE JONAS BACK. Because you so know she does. But she isn't going to get over it if all her magazine profiles are all about him and how she's getting over him and how she is sooo happy to be single. The way to get over somebody is to stop TRYING and to just . . . move on. Live your life, go about your business, stop thinking about it, AND STOP GETTING INTERVIEWED ABOUT BEING A WOMAN SCORNED.

I want a pet pig. I am going to write a poem about it, and get backk to you, you nonexistent readers.

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Shoes

For the first time in a while I am going to post a shoe. If you are a true fashion lover like me, and missed the shoes, then suck it up and spend hours looking through all of Saks.com and Shopbop. So yeah, complainer, I pwn your ass. Here it is, the Marc by Marc Jacobs Two-button Round-toe pump.

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ENVIRONMENTAL ALERT!!

Wednesday is EARTH DAY. Not Arbor Day, but EARTH Day. And guess what awesome documovie is coming out on that oh-so-special day? EARTH, the movie. So you will be seeing me in theatres Mecredi night. Oh yes, I speak French. One of these days I will post an all-about-me thingie. But not right down, when my computer screen is well within my father's range of vision. GO SEE THE MOVIE AND PLANT A TREE. OR TWO. OR TEN.

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Finally!

First I want to shout-out to a certain JA and LO, for being the hottest guy and for being the bestest friend, respectively. Now . . .
I was so pleased to see Miley Cyrus on the cover of the May 2009 Teen Vogue. I think that it's great that she is breaking away from the Hannah Montana cover, as an actress, musician, and person. If anyone out there in cyberspace knows where I can find a good pic of the Marc Jacobs white jumpsuit she was wearing in the picture on p. 24, please comment and tell me where! If not, comment anyway!
I'm outie. Showertime! *slide dances and makes M.C. Hammer Hammertime joke*

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P.S. See if you can spot me at Laguna Beach on Saturday! Me and that certain LO are going for some sun.

In Other News . . .

Our new president rocks! He gives the Queen of England an iPod (and gets back the traditional but weird photo of her and the prince consort) and he hosts the first-ever Seder dinner (Seder is a part of Passover, the Jewish holiday meant to celebrate the Jews' escape from Egypt, and the name symbolizes the angel of death passing over the families as the last of the ten plagues the pharaoh set upon the slaves, which was the death of every first born son. He set the plagues on the people after Moses [who rocks] did his Let My People Go bit.) at the White House! Betcha a million bucks that tomorrow he hunts Easter Eggs with the kids on the White House lawn.

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My Poetry Anthology (literally, mine)

To keep the poetry in this anthology fresh, I'm going to include a little poem of my own that I wrote yesterday. It's a little sad, but whatever. Like three quarters of the blogs out there are pity parties for depressed people. So I guess I fall neatly into that category.
Here it is, Doors and Windows, by Moi.

They are designed to
Let in
Or
Keep out.
But
Which is more important?
The
Letting in
Or
Keeping out?

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I Told You I'd Think of Them

Here they are, the rest of my qualms with the Twilight book series and movie(s).
Bella is kind of mean. In Twilight, she "forgot everyone's names as soon as they spoke them." Just because she hates Forks doesn't mean it's okay to be mean to people and not even TRY to remember their names. And that's another thing. She's worse than Harry Potter (another favorite of mine, the WRITING is infinitely better than in Twilight)! If he loves "acting the hero," then she loves playing the martyr! In at least every book there is an instance of her thinking this is dumb and will hurt me (and others like EDWARD and JACOB but who cares about them) but I'm going to do it anyway because it will make me seem even more selfless!
And another point. In Breaking Dawn (the horrible book that stems most of my issues with the series), they say about Renesmee that while she is waiting for Edward and Bella to finish doing it (yet another thing that does not make sense), that "Esme sacrificed her second-best silver service to keep the little monster entertained." WHAT THE FUCK?? Why her second best silver service? Why does a vampire even have a silver service???? And why SECOND BEST? If the little kid is going to grow up so spoiled as to have a silver service as playthings, then why not FIRST best? And why would Esme have second best anything? If the Cullens are that rich, then why wouldn't it all be top quality???? Ugh. The entire book is terrible. I was fine with the rest of the series until that one came along. And about the movies - how is Dakota Fanning going the play Jane, the evil incarnate supreme (besides Aro and Caius who suck)??? And Paris "DWI" Hilton wants a part in New Moon??? GET REAL!
*Again, more later.

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My Poetry Anthology

Seeing as it is now April, the month with the most springly springliness, I am going to post a spring-like poem that probably would have been better for March (it's about wind. You know the old saying: march winds bring april shower bring may flowers and so on) but I couldn't find a good one about rain. So here it is, Who Has Seen the Wind by Christina Georgina Rossetti.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you;
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I;
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.

And okay, there aren't any real leaves in April, but who cares? It's a great poem!

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Whooo

Today I am going to treat you to the joy of song. Simpsons style!

Spider pig, spider pig, does whatever a spider pig does. Can he swing, from a web? No he can't, he's a pig. Loook out, he is a spider pig.

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What . . . the . . . Fuck?!

It has come to my attention that Nintendo Power makes shitty guidebooks that don't tell you half the crap you can do in Pokemon games. Take the one for Diamond and Pearl. It doesn't tell you shit about the various zones in northeast Sinnoh, or Fullmoon Island and Newmoon Island, the Pokedex is incomplete, and it doesn't mention hardly any of the legendaries you can get. And what the fuck is up with needing to have gone to an event to get Legendaries like Cresselia, Darkrai, Shaymin and Arceus? WHAT. THE. FUCK? Ahem. This is a list of Legendaries accessible in all four generations, starting with the most recent:

Sinnoh: Dialga, Palkia, Mesprit, Uxie, Azelf, Heatran, Cresselia, Darkrai, Jirachi, Shaymin and Arceus.
Hoenn: Groudon, Kyrogre, Rayquaza, Latios, Latias, Regirock, Registeel, Regiice and Deoxys.
Johto: Raiku, Entei, Suicune, Lugia, Ho-Ho and Celebi.
Kanto: Articuno, Zapdos, Moltres, Mew, Mewtwo.

All are varying degrees of impossible and all one hundred percent get-able. Don't trust guidebooks! Use Bulbapedia.com and Serebi.net for all your Pokemon needs.

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My Poetry Anthology

The second installment in the My Poetry Anthology . . . It's my favorite little Dorothy Parker poem, called Unfortunate Coincidence:

By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he says his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

It's a bit cynical, but I've loved it ever since I read it in Reckless, the It Girl novel by Cecily von Ziegesar. It was shortly after that I got into DP, and started carrying my grandma's old copy of the Portable Dorothy Parker around with me. Read some of her!

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The Day the Music Died

Ohmigod, I have been all over YouTube, trying to find the original version of the song that goes like "I can't see me loving nobody but you, for all my life . . ." And all I've found are remixes by the Flobots and a scratchy old '70s music video of some band called the Turtles. If anyone out there in the Blogosphere (go to xkcd.com if you wanna get that) knows who records that song (a good version), please leave a comment and let me know!

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Introducing . . . . My Poetry Anthology!

Starting today, I will post a poem whenever I feel like, a part of the My Poetry Anthology blog series! Today's is The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, but it's a long-ass freakin poem, so I'll waste a blog and post the first verse:

Once upon a midnight dreary, that I pondered weak and weary,
Over many quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

I'm feeling really depressed now, so I picked a depressed poem.
So post a comment and make me happy!

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The 30-Minute Ritual of Getting Dressed

It has recently come to my attention that there been an epidemic breaking out among girls in their mid- to late-teens. It is the 40-Minute Ritual of Getting Dressed, and it goes like this:

1. Put on bra. Wait ten minutes.
2. Put on underwear. Wait twenty minutes.
3. Put on pants. Wait eight minutes.
4. Put on shirt. Wait twelve minutes.
5. Put on socks and shoes in the middle of the hallway, and finally, she is ready.

Strange, eh?

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This Is It, People

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p7psh4uhs7o&feature=related

Today in the New York Times, there was an article stating how we have reached the tipping point in global warming, or so say most scientists. So it's either save the plant, Go Green, and stop drilling Alaska, or move to Mars. And we haven't even started terraforming! The above is a LINK to that funny video from Futurama about how they "fix" global warming in the year 3000. When in fact, in the episode where the Planet Express team went on a company retreat to a ski resort, Fry asked Leela what happened to Global Warming, and she answered not that they dump an ice cube in the ocean but that "nuclear winter canceled all that out." HA! It's a link and not the video cuz Blogger chose to be annoying and kept finding an error when I tried to upload the video directly.

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Shoe of the Week

I changed my mind. I'll just post a shoe when I feel like it.
This is the Stella McCartney Carved Wedge Sandal. I thought it was really cool, even though I think the studded trend is a bit extreme.

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I Wonder

Escapism. It's a funny thing. For instance, me writing this is escapism. From reality, I am escaping into the Internet and in the process getting very philosophical and stiff in my writing. It does not help that I am finishing up Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix for the eightieth time, and have just reached the point of Dumbledore's talk with Harry. I'm escaping from the mess of papers beside me on the couch, the done and undone homework that I cannot bear to sift through, the reminders of all that I have missed due to my unfortunate circumstances of having a squeezing, pinching PAIN inside my forehead, eyes, and temples. My rereading of books is escapism, my addiction to my laptop is escapism, my love of television is escapism, my short attention span, my hatred of slow music, the need to listen to my iPod so loud that I can feel my brain reverbrating inside of my skull. All to leave my reality. We all do it, for one reason or another. Reading my blog, for instance, is escapism, though you may not realize it. Escaping into someone else's problems. That's why everyone reads People magazine. Why newspapers like the New York Times (a personal favorite of mine), where you read about world events that effect everybody, is tossed aside in favor of Town & Country, which covers the true enigma of the lifestyles and exploits of the wealthy. Escapism is a funny thing. It is avoidance. Unfortunately, it is also one of my favorite things.

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Shoe of the Week

NEWSFLASH! NEWSFLASH! READ ALL ABOUT IT! Starting today, Parlez Vous Francais has a weekly (or more often) post: the Shoe of the Week! At least once a week I will pick a shoe, or sometimes bag, that I really like!

This is the Kate Spade Cybill pump. It also comes in chocolate brown. I tried it on at Bloomingdales, which is where I first saw them, and it was impossible to walk in! The universal sign of a great shoe . . . .

Cruelty in the Kitchen

The sensation that's sweeping the nation. And I'm not talking about someone hitting their wife while she makes dinner, or kicking their puppy (*faints at the thought*) because it's "begging" for scraps. I'm talking about Home Ec. You're getting ready to cook with your group, and suddenly your partner's like, we're going to do this, and you're going do this undesirable thing. She says it like there was some kind of prior agreement! Or when you say something, and then she says something mean about what you said, and then a beat later knocks you on the shoulder and says "JK!" all smiling and crap. It makes me wanna barf. And it happens again and again, with slight variations, like "LOL" instead of "JK." I hate it. And let's face it --- the using-Chatspeak-in-normal-conversation trend is so dead.

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Broadway in 1840s

My mom showed me this picture in the New York Post today. I though it was cool. It's Broadway in the 1840s, earliest known photograph of Old New York. It's gonna be auctioned off at Sotheby's.

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Oops, I Forgot . . .

Oh, I forgot to elaborate of Bella not being with Jacob and not believing Edward.

For Jacob, I don't think she would have considered being with Jacob. First, it would be totally selfish. And second, anyone that much in love wouldn't just give up like that. She'd keep hoping and praying that he would change his mind. That's kind of how she feels after Alice promises to change her.
Second, Bella so would not have believed Edward, especially not after her talk with Carlisle. Even if she started to believe him, she knew how good a liar he was, and how he was worried about her soul. So she could have just told him flat-out what she would do if he left. Go kill herself. That is essentially what she is doing when she leaps off a cliff. She does not purposefully to die, but because she doesn't CARE if she dies. Which is the same thing. She wouldn't have done all the motorcycles and crap if she just wanted to hear his voice. She did it because she could without fear of dying. Aftter all, what does she have to live for?
And what is everyone's obsession with not hurting Charlie? Don't they know that if she wants to die, then she should die? Surely Charlie would be hurting just as much with a daughter who wanted to die but didn't, simply for his sake? That would make him feel terrible!! Ugh.

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I Just Really Need To Get This Out of My System

OK! DISCLAIMER: Let me first say that I love Twilight, and I am totally in love with Edward like everyone else. But dear God, I need to say this:

I'll do it according to book:

Twilight: not much wrong here. Goes a little too slowly for my taste. And comparing it with later books, it doesn't show enough of Edward's personality.

New Moon: Far, far too much Jacob. And Bella would never, ever, ever, EVER consider actually being with Jacob. I will elaborate on this later. I really loved how Alice came at the end, though. And I agree with Edward. It made absolutley no sense that Bella would believe him so quickly. Again, elaborate later.

Eclipse: Ok, I hated how guilty Bella was supposed to be feeling. I again agree with Edward, she did absolutely nothing wrong. It's Jacob's fault!!! Bella doesn't have to be able to go to La Push for them to be friends!! He could have answered the phone!! And I'm sorry, but he is really a dick with the whole kissing thing. He's really kind of a bastard. I far-and-away prefer pre-wolf Jake. But I love the excess of Alice :]

Breaking Dawn: Where to begin, where to begin . . . . Ok . . . . I hated it. I could not stand it. It made absolutely no sense. First of all, you do not automatically start wanting a baby when you get pregnant. Edward has no body fluid. He can't get . . . . you know. And I really, really hated how Bella acted throughout the whole thing. First she turns into a crazy, life-support, I'm-giving-my-life-to-a-random-demon-baby bitch. And then is a total so-protective, more-than-my-own-life MARTYR!!! What the FUCK?

Which brings me backk to my elaborations: I know Bella is supposed to be this total selfless angel, right? But she's actually really selfish. Like how, first she insisted on still seeing Jake in Eclipse and then Breaking Dawn. And why did she freak out about Renesmee's (stupid, stupid name) nickname? Nessie is a hell of a lot better than the name SHE picked. And why in god's name did she get so obsessed with having a boy? And come on, Edward Jacob???? Terrrible, terrible name. And then, she kissed Jacob back. And then, she was putting the Cullens Edward and Jacob through all that pain just because she wanted to keep that monster baby. And it got soooo gruesome. It broke ribs, her pelvis, and her SPINE!!! EWWWW!!!! And still she "truly" loved it. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I'M GONNA BARF!!! So the epitome of selfish. She's horrible. And Bella is also so arrogant, like about how strong her and Edward's love is. When she was talking to Edward about how long she'll be horny (again, no sense), she immediately assumes that Rosalie and Emmett's relationship isn't as good as hers with Edward. And ROSALIE! She needs to be put to death!! I loved Jake's dumb blonde jokes. I was also really annoyed with the three-story concept. What the hell? And how she gathers all those witnesses to save Nessie, knowing full well that if the Volturi decide to kill them anyway the witnesses will die too. SELFISH.

*sighs* I've been waiting to do that rant forever. After reading Breaking Dawn, I have a really hard time reading the rest. Midnight Sun is the exception. I swoon every couple sentences when I read it. And I end up with bruises cuz I punch my thighs so much. Anyway . . . . I'll probably think of more qualms later, but until then . . . .

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P.S. Please do not think badly about me over this. It's just my opinions, heavily influenced by my squeamishness.

Welcome Welcome Welcome

Well, hi! If you're reading this, then you've been lucky enough to stumble upon my new blog!!! Anyway, this is just a starter-offer, but please please please comment!! That is like every blogger's dream!!! So have a nice day, and no negativity allowed. I apologize, but this blog is going with the old Sedition Act. Anyone who questions the government (me) is going to charged with a heavy fine of a thousand gold dubloons and then thrown in the brig anyway!! (Because we are suddenly on a pirate ship and the Queen of Hearts is captain!! If you don't get that joke, you need to either read Alice in Wonderland, watch the movie, or play Kingdom Hearts.)

JK!! No one is going to jail and I am open to suggesstions for improvement (I'd be an enormous hypocrite if I wasn't, I'm very critical to everyone.) But please be nice!!

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