At Least I'll Die A Good Citizen

The Christmas season has barely begun and people have already begun talking about New Year's Resolutions. Is no one living in the here and now anymore? (Nope!) Halloween was hardly a holiday this year and Thanksgiving? Ha! Yeah, right. Everyone is so keen on moving foward as quickly as possible. And you know why? To get to 2012. That's right, my friends. Nowadays, people are trying to get to the "end of the world" as quick as possible. This says a lot about the human race, dontcha know? (Dontcha?)

December somethin' 2012 is supposed to be the end of mankind. It'll be hot, it'll be cold, and there will be total chaos. If that is true, then it'd be the end of the world right now! Are you worried about this? Some of my coworkers are, and I'm like You cuckoo brains, that is a bucket of donkey breath! and you know what they say? What the heck are you talkin' bout Autumn?!

You know what else these coworkers of mine tell me? That I'm boring! Sure, I may have a good sense of humor, an acceptional wardrobe, and an extensive vocabulary, but apparently I'm altogether BORING. And I'm like Well some people are quite content being calm, law abiding humans. So there I am, tangled up in my rolly chair typin' away at my keyboard, doing my business work (business work = playing snood and watching old JakeandAmir's) when my friend/coworker/next-office-neighbor, Chloe, comes in for a visit. Here's how the conversation played out.

Chloe - There's a party tonight, you should totally come.

Me - Hm. Awkwardly sitting around while people I don't know/care about drink and act of fools doesn't really sound like a night well spent to me. Thanks anyway.

Chloe - Well you could always join in, I know you're too boring for that, but still.

That's right she called me boring! Just because I don't drink or smoke or "have fun" I'm a boring individual. At that point I rolled my eye's and closed my mouth, too tired and annoyed to even speak or argue. I don't care if those people think I'm boring and not fun. Have fun with puking and overdosing.

What're you thinkin' bout the "end of the world" do you buy it?

Do you believe it's not going to happen?

Tellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellme.

The Love/Hate Relationship of New Cosmetics

This, my lovelies, is what I like to call heaven. Brand new makeup.The glossy new holder alone makes you want to throw on a pair of gloves as to not leave fingerprints. Buying cosmetic products gives me tingles, the wonderful neon lights glinting off of the shiney canisters as I walk down the beauty aisle makes me feel like I'm in a dream. Then there are the angels. The beautiful little stands pertaining to each company, whom I bow down to habitually; M.A.C, Mary Kay, UTLA, Lola, Sephora. It goes on and on, and endless, sweet dream of temptation, desire, and beauty.

I get home, carefully open my new cosmetics and then end up putting it away, promising myself I'll save these wonderful products for a more needful time, these are pretty expensive, rightly so of course. But the temptation digs into my center. I try to push away the thoughts of my lonely new friends on the vanity, just waiting to be used, but I can't seem to make them leave entirely. The strange part is, I hate using new makeup. Especially eyeshadows and blushes, the have the perfect little designs in them with the company's name, it kills me to screw up such art. But I can't help wanting to try everything out. No, I give myself limits for a reason. I must save it for later!

I used it. Desire gives way and I have to use it. To quote Beyonce; A sweet dream became a beautiful nightmare.

.XO.

Fashion Needs

So I need something. You fashionista's and true sick shopaholics understand what I'm talking about. You see something in a window, glossy new magazine, or maybe a picture of a friend, celebrity or other blogs. The object you want is there, tangable but not quite in reach. So close that you can almost feel the sleek new cloth and almost smell that fresh-from-the-botique aroma. I have a new fashion inspiration, her name is very well known and has been an inspiration in the material girl world even after her death.

Marilyn Monroe.

A well worthy icon, don't you agree? Sure she was more of a white dress and diamonds type of star, but I loved her most in her Norma Jean's (no pun intended). The high-waisted jeans are on their way back into the fashion world, but instead of the modern day one's with the fades and suspenders, I'd die for some original vintage Norma's. Or maybe some amazing vintage Calvin's..

One of the most legendary ad's right there. Ah, I wish I could go all Doc Brown and go back in time to get some REAL Calvin's. Looks like I'll have to deal with adoring the modern fads from afar.

.XO.

Realizations of the Potential Explorations of an Ill Woman

Today, I'm sick. When I woke up my head felt like there was a screamo concert going on inside. I'm absolutly freezing, but then again I feel as if I'm dying of the heat. So many worries when you're sick; do I have any soup? Do I know where my good sick movies are? How am I going to get out of bed? Poor pitiful me, blah blah blah.

But then a beautiful idea crept over me, it silenced the banging in the back of my forehead and spread a comfortable warmth over my body that started at my toes and the tips of my fingers and made it's way to my center. My idea was that I can do anything. Here I am worrying what I'm not going to be doing this weekend while I'm sick, when I realized that there are no boundaries, even for an ill individual.

I can go horseback riding on my beautiful horse, Gwen.

I could go to Paris.



I can kiss and tell.

Or kiss and not tell.

I could be a homebody.

I can see the world in a different way.


I can hide under covers.I could readOr I could swing.

So many things I could do. So many things I could accomplish. But will I actually do them? Of course not! I don't want to become even more ill, do I? :]

xo;autumn

Safe Haven

I've always wished that I could have a safe haven. A place where I could go and think, or write, or just sit around at. Somewhere that always smelt of fresh new life and nature. With old cobble-stones covered in newly fallen leaves. A place that was partially covered with a roof of vines, leaves, and flowers directly next to a big grassy field.

This is the place I've always dreamt of. I found that place today. It was acceptionally sunny this morning with a chill that gave me goosebumps the second I went outside. I had my puppy, my new fuzzy PINK jacket, and a water bottle. I felt very official, like those runners you see jogging by your house, or that perfect mom as she bustles around her house doing her dailey chores in her day dress as the kids play out back, or maybe even the happy couple as they both leave for work after the first few days of living together. Just sterotypically amazing. Like you are living the dream.

Well naturally, my puppy made sure that cause was lost ASAP. He decided to go through the muddy grass instead of the perfectly dewed blades with small dandy lions sprouting randomly. Instead of walking, or even strolling, at a fair pace he decided to run as if there were a hungry herd of lions chasing us. Then there's the nasty habit of wanting to become best friends with every person, dog, animal, moving object, inanimate object that we happen to sprint past.. But anyway's,I ran into this place, well my puppy did, by chance. It wasn't somewhere I've walked past or even knew existed, but now I can't wait to go back. I'll have to bring my camera next time, I hope I know where it is otherwise I'll have to bring spazmo with me..

xo;autumn

Let's Go To the Movies, Let's Go See The Stars!

I love going to the theaters. It's a guilty pleasure of mine to stray away from the quiet, lonely confines of my unnaturally cold apartment and sit in an equally freezing room with a bunch of strangers and laugh/cry/gasp/smile to whatever is playing. It is really a lot more enjoyable than it sounds. Another of my favorite things to do is collect movies. Event the ones that don't appeal to me at first glance, I buy them. I just won three older movies on Ebay (<3) and I'm really doing everything I can to contain my excitment!

Firstly is The Hole. Yeah, it sounds and looks pretty oddly but it is an amazing movie with lots of twists and is a very gasp-y movie. I haven't seen it in, like, five years but I'm excited to get it in around three days. The main character is the actress from the disney movie Hocus Pocus (the little sister) and there is also Kiera Knightly in this film (she was only fifteen). If you're over eighteen and are into thriller-like twisty movies then HELLO!

Ahh, Elephant. This movie I have never seen, but the previews look absolutly amazing. It is based on the school massacre at Columbine, but it doesn't use any of the names and events are changed, but it is an outline. The best part of this film is that the director, Gus Van Sant, just went to a town and asked random, nobody kids to be in his movie. These actors aren't really actors, they are just kids with great talent which really makes the movie feel deliciously raw.

Lastly is Mean Creek. It's an amazing story of Bully is mean to kid. Kid's brother's find out. Kid has revenge.. Things go horribly wrong. It feels like it could be real, and very well may be. The main actors are Rory Culkin and Josh Peck, odd mis but wonderful, but depressing story.

Maybe it's just me that is obsessed with all of the sad, depressing, scary, twisty, tragic tales. It could be that I'm attracted to the rawness, or the realism of these stories. That's neither here nor there. But I cannot wait until I recieve them on Monday. Maybe they'll come earlier?

xo;autumn

Proudly Conned

This is one of my favorite pictures :] it's from the movie Dazed and Confused, which I just watch last night with the hubs and beasts (friends). This movie is alll about teen's living the the 70's while under the influence.. No not very suitable for children, but still a funny movie.

I don't like magazine sellers. Like those little kids who have to do that fundraiser thing where they sell you some magazines from this huge list. I always get sucked up in them. This morning I bought some from this little girl who lives on my floor, Everyday with Rachael Ray, Vogue, TeenVogue, Seventeen, Lucky, People, OK!, and Time.

Tell me, what in the heck am I going to do with a whole bunch of magazine's that I don't even really like?! But I'm not the weak one, this little cupcake of a girl totally used her adorbleness to con me, man. Lemme play it out for you; she's this little ten or nine year old girl, one of those spazzy one's who run allover the place but are surprisingly well behaved when you ask them to stop. Well, she walked down the hallway with her dad (rather attractive guy in his late 20's, but that isn't the point) she had this little blue dress on with these black tights and black shoes with blue flowers and she had this cute little clip in her curly brown hair. I just want to hug her! So obviously when she said, "Hi Miss Leppla, would you like some wonderful magazines?" with her cute little voice accompanied by a sigh, signaling to me that she must have rehearsed and delivered this line about fifteen times before me. So obviously I had to cut this little girl some slack!

This shall be my good deed for the day. If anyone yells as me for being slightly off my game (thanks to the key dilemma) I'll just shout back, "I BOUGHT MAGAZINES FROM A LITTLE GIRL! LEAVE ME ALONE!" .. except for much quieter and nicer :] Ah well it is that time of the day where I must go pick up some makeup for the bosslady and then go back downstairs to chat with the lovely ladies in the shoes dept. Remember; Love is love is love.

xo;autumn