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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