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the veins and pancreas of pop-culture


Banksy and Sons

Before I get to my things I want to say that today is a very good day for the following reasons: Today was the last day of school for 2010, I won an i-pod dock for a fundraiser Im fairly sure I didn't participate in, I got accepted to Mount Allison University so yay for another option, I'm finally having a good hair day, I'm still on a high from last night's school dance that made me super excited for prom, it's pay day at Papa Joe's and Mall World is super fun(thanks Andrea)! Not really sure how all of this good fortune could come to one little girl in a single day but it has so I wanted to share it with you, and gloat a little bit:) Yay for Today!

As for your dose of culture here is a guy that has been intriguing me for quite some time. Known only as Banksy, this mysterious British political street artist is famous for his incredible, contemporary creations on public surfaces. Most likely youre already familiar with some of his work because in a short time he's become a pop icon. And managed to keep his identity secret!
So yeah, a lot of his stuff has to do with like the destruction and decline of human culture and the incline of consumerism. I love the ideas but am sadly one of the culprets when it comes to the latter.. but I dare you to stay away from the siren call of forever 21 once you get your own credit card.

Secondly for you I have a song. Mumford and Sons is being right the big boys lately with their growing fanbase so you might have heard some of the songs from their albums. I want to share my favorite song that can't be found on any itunes, bearshare, 4share, myshare, yourshare or any share you can find. Only available on the Deluxe Edition of Sigh No More as a Bonus track. So here's Hold on to What you Believe. It's goooood.


willow whips the wall

Last week I was O so bless-ed with the opportunity of a great musical experience. Taggin along with some goodhearted badboys, I went to see the Australian Pink Floyd show in a land not too far away. I'll admit I was never a huge fan of the band, and I even openly prefered Radiohead's version of Wish you were Here (and still do, sorry). However, I'd heard good things of this tribute people, decided to go, and promtly searched through the P section of my record collection to give myself a crash course.

It turned out to be a pretty great show, and even when I wasn't familiar with the song, the flashing lights and videos kept me amused. But some of the songs really caught my attention, particularily The Great Gig in the Sky. blew my mind and everyhing. So I can now call myself a fan, however, I can still not call myself a photographer.

So despite the crafty alliterative title of this blog, Willow Smith is coming in a close second this week to my loves. This adorable 9 year old is the new thing says me. Certain untamable teens are getting too old for the kids so here's their new hannah. My peers, when we were 7, who blasted through our boomboxes as we danced around trying to iminate their sexy dance moves? Nobody this cool.

Not to mention, with he help of a team of private stylists, she's becoming one of the biggest trend setters on them red carpets and the hollywoodland magazines. I'm in love with her funky outfits and hairstyles. After watching the premier of this video on the mtv website, I promptly went and got myself some
whip-able hair extensions (under the clever cover of grad photos). Fresh Prince the Next Generation? Here she is, you know you love her.


Dear Godfather

I went through a fairly large stage where I was convinced that I wanted to be a filmmaker. It seemed like such a fitting role for Lori Noel: I'd get to be creative, work on movie sets, write stories, put together visual works of art on screens and boss people around. I even went so far as to make an almost full length documentary on the kids at my school, I'll spare you the linkage... but it's on youtube if youre super curious. Anyways, Here's filmmaking at its best, in my opinion.

If you've been keepin up you'll know that my absolute favorite director and filmmaker is Sofia Coppola. (Virgin Suicides, Marie Antoinette)
So, you'll understand how excited I am about her new film, Somewhere, starring none other than Elle Fanning. The second coming of Dakota, with cuter facial features.

Sofia and Elle on the movie set

(anyone thinking Elle looks eerily like Kirsten Dunst here...? note: Kirsten Dunst has starred in two of Coppola's films. guess she's got a type.)

Another great filmmaker of the right here and now? The grand prize winner of the video contest for Monsters of Folk's Dear God. Produced by Kathleen Bryson and Directed by Nele Hecht. This video is a bit long but you have a minute, really watch it. It's a bit chilling when you let the concept sink in. Plus this kid is adorable.

Post links in the comments of your favorite films:) 
Oh yah, and I just recently figured out how to add videos in my blogs, hehe:) so check out the page on the side called music for you, which contains some nice little videos of songs I've been listening to a lot. 


Carnivaleque Rebellion

I'm all over a new photographer. Funny thing really.. all my life I never gave a damn about photography, considered it an inferior artform even. But recently I'm struck by some of the iconic shots coming my way that can't be described as anything but art.

Yesterday I came across this one by a man named Joseph Szabo. I saw it in a really cool magazine that's worth checking out called Adbusters (all about questioning the media and society's "norms"). His pieces are so beautifully simple and unpretentious. I'm in love.

I can't believe I havn't mentioned Olivia Bee yet! She's the best thing since olives and bees. A 16 year old camera wonder that takes the most amazingly whimsical pictures of pretty people doing pretty things. They are so fairytale-esque. The picture at the top of this blog's homepage belongs to her and is actually a secret link to her magical website. Check it out :) This is one of her many beautiful self-portraits:


Stardust son of Rage and Love

Straight to the point:

Green Day's American Idiot on Broadway was the most amazing thing I've seen. Not show, THING, out of everything in the world. This was seriously completely off the charts insane. It lived up to all my huge expectations that have been building since the spring when I first heard about the new show by Green Day, nutured and bred from their album American Idiot, soundtrack to my middle school days. I've had my upfront tickets for months now and I travelled all the way to the great N Y C to fulfill my longing.

I hope your jealous when I tell you that I was literally close enough to the stage to feel the spray of spit fly from John Gallagher Jr.'s mouth as he belted the opening number. This was followed, without much unneccesary dialogue in between, by  my favorite song of all time, Jesus of Suburbia (yah, the entire 9 minute long epic tale). I don't have to tell that I was already perched on the edge of my seat when Whatsername finally emerged from the shadows, hair flying everywhere, clad in the purple boy briefs with a streak to match.

Then my favorite song from the cast version of the album came up. 21 Guns blew my mind ( in a way no snarky comments by TH could ever come close to) when the entire chorus came on to sing in perfect harmony. The cast stood, looking into the distance and then let themselves fall to the ground metaphorically depicting both the lead character's struggle with drugs and the 9/11 terrorist attacks. Easily the best number. Actally, not so easily, they were all amazing.



ceci n'est pas un blog

J'ai toujours aimer avoir une deuxieme langue. Mais je n'es jamais vu l'importance ou quoi qui est speciale de la francais. Plusiers choses m'a changer l'attitude vers la langue dans les derniers coupe des mois. La premiere est un film de 2009 appelé:

An Education. About a young school girl in London during the 1960's. She's completely bored with her life and her rules and dreams of France, glamour, maturity and listens to french records. She meets a much older man who whisks her off to lands of adults and exciting adventures. He takes her to France where her dreams are made reality. Carry Mulligan (so cute with fringe) is the naiive little Jenny who gets a real education, blah blah. The part that caught my attention in this independent little Oscar nominee and won my heart was modestly beautiful Jenny laying in her bedroom singing along J'ai Deux Amours, which is in fact a foreshadow  in the movie's plot.  Actually, the entire soundtrack is to die for. Not to mention 'You've got me wrapped around your little finger'.


Senority Kicks in, Sooner of Later

As a kick off to my final year of sufferage(defined as high school life and not the injustices of women's rights) I invited a few close friends to party hardy in my garage on Friday evening.  My night was spent on endless crowd control and although I tried to keep the peace, names were called and feelings were damaged and it seems like we never learn. After four long years cohorting with each other and suposedly learning how to be proper adults and live in reality, we still can't seem to grasp basic skills of human decency. I may not be the best at math and science but I like to think that beneath my dont-fuck-with-me glares, I am a nice person. I also like to think that this is something I learned from experience because believe it or not, becoming a good person is something that you must develope, through experience, years of not getting invited to the cool parties.

The schools will always be filled with geeks and freaks and dicks and pricks but when it comes to loving thy neighbor and expressing a smidge of self respect and individuality, where is thy line drawnith? I'm talking about the line between so-called pretentious vinyl loving, acrylic painting behavior and hoop-shooting deadpan prepratory bores. Is standing on that line the only way to balance yourself and be a really 'good person'? That seems so difficult.

If this post seems super confusing it's mostly because the 9 months that are left of high school are looming ahead of me and the gradu-waiting is making me a bit crazy. I'm also a bit scatterbrained in the morning. We're probably not on the same page, or maybe we are.
A wise kid once told me that two people can never ever be completely in sync with each other, except during sex. Well that makes good sense to me. Although it seems like nobody is having sex anymore. Everyone's just smoking pot.

On things learned in high school, Tavi Gevinson say's it best:

-Some boys reach a certain age in which they are convinced they invented anarchy, poor hygiene, and Kurt Cobain.
...And I have reached the age in which I am too often under the incorrect impression that I am wise enough to make that kind of observation.
-If you, as a short person, want to get anywhere in the halls, you must push and shove. PUSH AND SHOVE.
-It's great when you don't want to see someone, and they don't want to see you, so you can ignore one another in the halls on a mutual basis.


knee deep in a river of pussy

I want to share this. I didn't write but I sure as fuck wish I did. If only we could all be this raw and new. These words are savorable so savor them.

      "Rome is burning," he said as he poured himself another drink. "Yet here I am, knee deep in a river of pussy."
      Here it comes, she thought, another self indulgent whiskey soaked story about how fucking great everything was in the past. And how all us pour souls born too late to see the stones play at wherever or snort the good coke like they had at studio 54, well, we'd all just missed out on practically everything worth living for. And the worst part was, she agreed with him.
        Here we are, she thought. At the edge of the world, the very edge of Western civilization and all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything, that we keep falling into each other and fucking our way towards the end of days.


Vera this Way

Fall Fashion Week is better than March Break. Not only are the clothes great and versitile (cold or warm weather) but you care because it influences the holiest of shopping; school clothes shopping. The one time my mother pays for my new clothes because it's things I "need". huhaheha. 

My favorite of the week is the never-let-you-down ever Vera Wang even ask Carrie Bradshaw who was lucky enough to be stood up at the alter in the most fabulous custom designed wang wedding dress. Here's the highlights:
♥ black lace black lace black lace black lace black lace black lace black lace black lace black lace black lace black lace black  ♥

Donna Karen's looks were also very dark with long trenches and black tights. So many dark pallets on the runway but I must say, it's a whole lot more flattering than spring's floral everything frenzy. A trendy fall we look forward to. 


Vampires Sunseekin' Weekend in California English

It's Tuesday; The night that Pretty Little Liars is not on. Today the greyhound(which is actually called acadian bus lines) brought me back to Bathurst from my weekend adventures. I went to the Sunseeker Ball Music and Art Festival where we partied and saw lotsa cool music and got drunk and other things and met rad people. 

Joel Plaskett was wearing a jean jacket with jeans. ha.

But on Friday it rained like a bitch and our tent broke so we spent the night in sj with my soul sister Cherise and she took us to a cool coffee house to hear some local musical talent. I also got a chance to check out Backstreet Records, a record store on the beautiful Germain street in Uptown Saint John. (near the equally cool Feel Good Store)

I picked up Vampire Weekend's Contra on Vinyl which caught my attention because of the amazing cover art which has a pretty neat background story that I won't get into, I'll just tell you that the album rocks, Vampires Don't Suck. Also got Damien Rice's O, because of my recent realisation of how fucking sick he is. Oh! and the soundtrack to Scott Pilgrim vs. the World ! :)
 Right the muuusical weekend


Hitting A New Lowe

In the word's of classic Degrassi, "New year, new look, new Paige.", I've come to a brand new realisation for the coming school season. In spirit of my all-art-no-math-no-science schedule Ive made for myself I've been thinking about amping up my um, artontheoutside (style). I'm being inspired by loads of things and people lately and theyre all leading me in the same general direction.

Aria Montgomery
A brand new fashion icon to say the least. Although a fictional character from my new favorite show, Pretty Little Liars, she's created a whole new style of goth with an alternative, bohemian, glam twist. I'm in love with her dark plaid dresses, chunky black boots, patterned tights, signature leather jacket(dark brown cropped moto) navy blue thigh highs and underworld accessories. Not too mention I enjoy that fact that she's about my height and wears her 5 inch heels fearlessly! :)

Daisy Lowe
The British model brings my fashion dreams to life. She's the perfect amount of hardcore black and blue mixed with soft fringe bangs and cherry red lips. Give me more. It will take some effort to pull this off, although I don't exactly plan on picking up a cigarette habit any time soon (even though, let's face it, it looks fucking cool)


Alice in Chains

I'm all for spin offs and paraphanelia concerning my favorite culture icons; especially good old Lewis Carrol. I hung on every word of the original Alice in Wonderland book in sixth grade. I was overjoyed to play the part of Alice in the 'adapted for stage for middle school children' version in 8th grade. Soo excited for months about the first film to hit big screens last year in Imax 3D. I was even aboard on the SECOND blockbuster set to come out next year revolving around the classic tale of lost girl in trippy world. But some people just take it TOO FAR. In society's attempt to ruin and discard of every last shred of respect for classic literature and stomp on all childlike innocence, we've turned a  curious little wide-eyed child into a busty teenager with come hither eyes and a let's have sex kinda wrap around dress, a stupid inbocile on hullucinagenic drugs and finally to a middle aged woman with bright red hair and a beauty spot!

Yes, in April 2011, Wonderland the Musical will make it's Broadway debut. I had yet to question the wisdom of the infamous stages of New York but it seems that day has come. Check out the site.. (note the White Knight and his "Boy Band"..)


oh ya.. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

Musical Website (BLASPHAMY)


Pretty Reckless

Update on the Pretty Reckless: Debut Album out June 22, 2010. (4 days!!) So Pumped. Listen to: 'Zombie', Live Version. Sooo sick. love and peace people! -Lo


Things I'm Digging Today

1. Yardsales, I've loved these morning bargain events for as long as I can remember being a frugal little antique hunter but today one was especially good to me when I found Janis Joplin's final album, 'Pearl' accompanied by one of Kris Kristpherson's better albums where he's super goodlooking and bearded and all for 50 cents, the poor old woman didn't know what treasures she was giving away :(... :D:D:D:D:D:D.

2. Taylor Momsen, and her band the Pretty Reckless. She surprised me right good with her song things she made there. A little bit High School Musical meets Courtney Love, nothing too original but it's darn respectable I'd say. Stickin some 'underwear as outerwear' in there, Currie style. Sick.

3.  Lily Cole, baby doll. the new face of Maybeline, maybe she's born with it maybe it's. Right along side Kate Moss (are you starting to see a pattern to my interests folks?) And she is brand new Alice, in the new spakin movie cummin out called, Phantasmagoria: The Visions of Lewis Carrol. Yeah, it's a mouthfull right. Well I think she is sooo fit for this role. It's gonna be a horror filmage by Marilyn Manson out next year. Where you've seen her: The infamous postumous underrated unique and terrifying movie called The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus. She's a beauty eh.


Out of the way Bitches, it's Festival Season. Wellies, anyone?

Kesha is here. This chick has sass. She's a whole lot of summer fun, like, who doesn't wanna get fucked up with her? I read in some article it was like asking oh do you know Kesha? Yah, they said, she threw up in my closet once. Sweet. Not a bad voice too, and she's super cute and Id do her:D

Also today (number 2) I had a sudden longing, no a need, a necessary desire to own a pair of Jimmy Choo Hunter Boots. It's partly cause Kate Moss has been rocking them at every outdoor music festival for the past 6 years and partly because they are the best thing Ive ever seen. Fashion and comfort, and tell me what would go better with short shorts and a summery bandeau wrap around your titties while youre screaming your ass off in the front row of a late august night to the sound of The Joel Plaskett Emergency and Slowcoaster and Grand Theft Bus (cause that't what Ill be doing in 2 months time suckahs) ? I ask you. Nothing, That's what. And so, they must be mine!! But for now, since I'm sorta saving money for my European adventures, I might have to settle for a knock off walmart-y type. I'll survive. I'm frugal right?

Wrong. I tried to be frugal this week and dye my own hair a nice shade of brown with blondie highlights, I had a picture from Teen Vogue and everything. After leaving 2 hair salons crying because they said my hair was waaayyy too long/dark to dye anything other than black or red (and they were very mean to me and said I had highlights when I clearly didn't it's just cause I tan outside a lot and that tends to happen and they were saying it in spanish because they thought I didn't understand but Ha! I could understand it a bit because I went to mexico last year.. but yah) So I went out and bought ... List: 2 hair bleaching kits, 2 boxes of nice n easy "medium blond" dye, one do-it-yourself box of highlights. I ended up looking like a "curved yellow fruit".. so I cried and made an appointment at the hairdresser's! which I never do because my aunt cuts my hair for free (Like every 2 years) (I have really long hair) and I only knew the number by heart cause the chick there does really good waxing but anywaysssssssssss. Now I'm kind of ginger with blondie streaks and it's actually kind of nice and I'm happy. That.. is the story.... with that...  :)


Onto the Wild Road

I have a top 5 list of movies and a top 5 list of books that I've collected and polished and made available at the front of my brain for anyone cool enough to come to me and ask me what my top 5 favorite books or movies are. Today in english class my second least faovirte teacher ever, Bitch Black, (and no, she's not black like Lewis wanted to know.. it's her stupid name) showed our class my third favorite movie, which is, drumroll, Into the Wild, based of course, on the book by John Krakeur that I wasn't a fan of.
It's about a lot of things. Chrsitopher McCandless, this college graduate, also known as hotnlovelysexy Emile Hirsch, burns all his cash, abandoms everything and sets out to find a different way of living that doesn't involve materialistic things things things. So he wanders around the U S of A, finding really cool people, calling himself Alexander Supertramp, of course. And all the while, all these wonderfully perfectly directed adventures are being soundtracked by one of the best albums I've ever heard, I even bought the album before the actual movie, by Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam. It's about a lot of things. It's about adventure, freedom, wanderlust, but most of all, truth.  "Rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness... give me truth." 
 Two years he walks the earth.
No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild.
— Alexander Supertramp
   May 1992
(btw carmine, this is how you legally put a quote in a blog, mmk?) 
Other than that, I'm getting another tattoo right, to go alone with my back's eternal sunshine.This newbie comes from one of mine, and Christopher McCandless's favorite books, On the Road, by Jack Kerouac. About a bunch of beat-nik do-no-good young people driving around the country, looking for money drugs sex and a fun fun time. The tattoo will say 'never yawn' and comes from one of my faovirte quotes of all time that I picked from the book as soon as I read it and repeated it to anybody who would listen, before I even know it was famou(I should add for my street cred) McCandless took a lot of inspiration from this book and I plan to do the same, except I won't die in the forest I promise. I don't even like moose.
They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"


I Blame Coco for Bohemian Love

Here is the next big thing. Well maybe not, considering her debut album has been out for almost two years and still, you can't purchase her shit on i-tunes. Fuck that. I used to hate when cool music when all mainstream and the kiddies got their handsies on it but now that Im older and the wiser and all that, i realise that if you really appreciate a band and respect their music then you should feel proud when they start making money and getting their music heard. I want the world to hear Coco. Who do I blame for her dismissal? Gaga, for one. nothing against gaga, like, power to the strange but.. There's just so much shitty music out there right now its saturating the 'stream' and making it impossible for anyone with legit talent to cram their way in!

Who is she? Coco Sumner is the daughter of Sting, the policeman. her band is I blame Coco and she's the sickest shit Ive seen in many a days of wandering youtube in search of dirty beings who grunge the guitar properly. Her completly unique voice and style are enough alone to captivate you, and her perfect face keeps you watching. She has this video out right, where she dances around, does hip things and people film it and put one of her less than thought provoking songs with it. Of course, they can't pick something like humner humner that blows up your ovaries on the hook. No, that wouldn't attract the attention of the wandering kiddies. But they were wrong. Those producers and contract hotshots that fought over her music genius when she was just 15, who would own her, who would sell her, who would market her as Sting's daughter better. Nobody won.
I'm in graphic art's class by the way, in case you were wondering. I get a lot of work done in here. A lot of hard, dedicated work. And today, I'm inspired by Carmine's long run-on sentences and rambling that makes complete hippie hippie shakin sense. If you havn't checked out her blog yet, please do. Imma put a link in here later, or on my page on the side. She's right aesthetic and her balance of color, graphics, words and.. eerything. She's a real artist.

Back 2 Coco. She stands up there, right, being all cool in her black and her rips and her layers of boho favorites.. singing like a goddess off her rocker, resonating the soul of dead people from the 60's and alive people from a dirty city. Pete Doherty even entrusted her with his love song to Kate Moss, that goes something like.. Boheemiann Looove. here it is, enjoy. I'm done rambling. I'm not done with you.  Loove, Lori.


big and dirty

I got home from New York City yesterday. It was my second visit to the big apple. Needless to say, I wasn't quite as excited the second time around. The skyline didn't take my breath away, the traffic engulfed streets and packed sidewalks didn't seem so glamorous and the pollution really became more evident. Being so realistic about things you used to love isn't a great thing but I guess it's part of growing up.

But no no no. Don't get me wrong. I do love the city. It's jam packed with every bit of music and culture and art you can squeeze onto one little island. I love it. Instead of hitting Forever 21 and flea markets like before, I took an intellectual approach on my shopping and rescued about 50 pounds of books from the Met's Book store. (Also, American Idiot on Broadway.. soundtrack! Yay!:D ♥)

 Yes, I was quite amazed by most of the art I saw. The Warhol, the Pollock, The Monet, Picasso, Degas(fave).. etc. But one amazing painting stood out against the rest of the beautiful collections on display in the city that never sleeps. This amazing painting took my breath away. Couldn't breathe. It's truly a timeless peice of art. Here it is darlings. Enjoy. ---->

lovely. simply lovely. (Yes, they are serious. And No, I am not.)


words to live by

Take it easy but never stop, dont get greasy or take drugs that pop. Wear what you want but not if its ugly, drink diet coke and dont play rugby.


i lost my phone in paradise of the freak folk era

I breath in music like air. I don't think I could survive without it, at least not live a life of any worth or pleasure. My taste is constantly changing and my new favorite thing is finding new bands I've never heard of and falling in love. I happen to fall in love daily as it were. That's okay. For the time being these people are replacing a male amigo. When my bff says I need to get laid I tell her I'm Practicing my Independence but really I'm Exercising my relationship with music.  Here are my current Lovers.

Pete Doherty
He's accented, dirty, rough around the edges, how can lori not love?  He's hardcore like my golden delicious apple but when he's just him and his acoustic guitar, high as fuck and loving music so much he could have a heart attack, well there's nothing there but amazing music and passion. What a brogue he has and is hard to understand, but it doesnt  matter somtimes because it's just pretty sounding. He's also a poet and here is what he wrote for me:

My you did look dapper in your mother's
Old green scarf
With your famous Auntie Arthur’s trousers on
You were slapped by that slapper
And how we all laughed
But you laughed the loudest
In ‘ could charm the bees knees of the bees

First Aid Kit
The Swedish sisterly duo. They're all about the rebirth of folk music, which I love. They sing in amazing harmony that makes you want to get on your knees and live forever. The first time I heard them I was sitting on a futon, and didnt expect much from the two plain girls in flannel shirts, the guitar and the forest. But then they sang. And their voices echoed through the trees, and through the surround sound of the smoking-room by the train station. I had never heard or felt so much passion in my life, I was so in awe I can't even explain without sounding completly corny, if I havn't already achieved that! Just listen for yourself, and I hope you are as paralyzed by the sound as I was, and still am.

Music... Enjoy Please


whatever the sky tastes like

Some (5) random thoughts of Tonight Tonight. the impossible tonight.
because alyssa is making me.

ONE She's so sexy with all her clothes on and everything. Zooey Deschanel is about the hippest little chick around. Her voice is so pretty and she's unique without being weird. Maybe a little weird but I like it.  her moo-sic:

TWO I am the proud owner of a cute little Neon. I named it Sunny, she's Midnight Blue.

THREE My Birthday Is coming up. As in, next week. I'm sort of sad that I'm getting older but still excited to be exicted about my day of me:) Also, Carmine is coming home so that's always a good time. Last year was a heap of fun.

and the year before...
FOUR I'm getting a tattoo next week. It's a little birdy thing that will live on my shoulder. His wings say 'the wild' and it has absolutly no meaning. When I turned 16 I decided I was going to get a tattoo that really meant something important and symbolic and blah blah but after a year of putting it off, I'm just going to get something that I think is cute. :)

FIVE  The seaguls at McDonals are basically plotting against me now.


surf it like a wave bro

It basically all began at the center of the Universe. Yeah, southern California. I can't tell you what it is about skateboarding boys that draws me in, they're dirty, lazy(unless theyre skating) and basically don't really give a shit about shit. And yet I can't stay away. If anyone knows why these qualities are so attractive.. A major mystery of the Universe.. But hey, maybe it's just cause all that skating makes then sexy as fuck.

I think it all began when I was exposed to a sub-culture shock in the form of a little film called Lords of Dogtown. If you havn't noticed, I have a bit of a soft side when it comes to anything set in the good ol' 70's. much like this biopic chronicling the Zephyr skate team that revolutionized the sport. And don't go thinking it's just because Emile Hirsch(J Boy) is all naked and badass and tanned and blond and sexy, cause that's not it at all. at all. ;)

For serious though, sexiness aside, you don't have to be a skater (my only experience includes a bruised ass) to appreciate the awesome culture behind skateboarding. Not to mention the soundtrack to this movie is insane, totally acurate to the decade, the rock matches the story's hardcore attitude. Also, from what I can see, it was pretty damn acurate to history, so it's a fucking educational film kids. Go watch it and then break your neck trying be as cool as Tony Alva. And if you get good enough, I just might suck your dick.


blow jobs till the cows cum home

On the other end of the rock spectrum we find, our Groupies.Yes, this species originates from the Sunset Strip, a place commonly faithful to it's name. Dancing at the Whiskey a Go Go, the riot house, Thee Experience, in the streets, on the wings of a rock and roll stage, wherever you find this girl she is sure to please. See, Almost Famous's Penny Lane. See, Ruby Tuesday, Pamela Des Barres, Nancy Spungen, Cynthia Plaster Caster. See, ambitious women, never to be confused with a hooker/stripper or any sort. Merely, making themselves sexually available to musicians.

My favorite? Why, the feisty little curly haired jailbait named.. Lori Lightning. At 13, she wooed and captured none other than Jimmy Page himself. She was in love with his music and his soul and she was his inspiration.

The darn cutest of them all? Miss Pamela of course. Author of multiple bios detailing her intimate experiences with music and musicians in the hippy-dippy era, she's deffinatly a groupie pioneer. her list of acheivements goes on and on; Jim Morrison, Mick Jagger, Jimmy Page, Keith Moon, Noel Redding, Don Johnson.. to name a few.

The modern day equivalent of a 60's groupie is a spunky blond we all know and love. Blow Jobs till the Cows Cum Home. Your average Sid and Nancy, being Out There, crazy, insane, hardcore as shit. Meeting her was an e-harmony moment of 'where have you been all my life?' Miss Carmine, love love love!

a collaboration.

cum on. "acid drops when bombs don't"
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