OMG MERN STFU

.252 Let's get some shoes - by Mern on Polyvore.com

Chris asked me to prom and I said yes.
It all depends on AZNXIETY.
Aziz asked me to prom and I said yes, maybe, no.
Fuck him and his stupid broad shoulders and sideburns.

Why do I find metalhead jerks with facial hair attractive? Why? Really, just tell me why.
Anyways. I ended up using the painting AND my new gladiators in the polyvore set.
I bought them from Bakers yesterday for fifty bucks. I wanted Balenciaga S/S 08 knee high multi-colored gladiator boots but I don't have Jennifer Connelly's legs or her budget. Nor am I Rihanna that I would have somewhere to wear them.
I saw He's Just Not That Into You.
I hate romantic comedies. I liked Drew Barrymore and Ginnifer Goodwin's characters and hated Scarlett Johanson's. I thought the role was just gratuitous especially for an actress of her caliber. Boys aren't like that, but Justin Long is fucking gorgeous. I would give in and buy a Mac just for him. If I didn't hate Macs (watch me get a mac).

I went to Whole Foods today. It was incredible. It was like food heaven.
With gluten-free cake mix and omega-3 enriched coconut oil. It made me realize how fucking limited my life is and how expensive it is to be environmentally conscious.

I'm waiting for a doctor to find this operation morally suitable (they only have a few fucking months to get over themselves as I'll be 18 soon), then I will have it and be happy. Who knows? I might be normal and confident by graduation.
Because I want to wear my 5 inch Marc Jacobs platform heels on stage if not a brand new pair of Christian Louboutins (dream graduation present).

Laura only said she wanted a David Yurman ring. Disgusting. Everyone has those. And such boring designs. Lariat? Am I a horse that I'd want to wear that?
NO THANK YOU.
I want those Louboutins (patent black leather $600 Ron Ron pumps) and something else. Either a laptop or a pair of Chanel earrings.

Dream on...

Calvin Harris

He's so adorable. Something about white boys with blue eyes and facial hair turns me on.

So crude.

I got a Twitter because Jennie made me. It's really dumb. All I've done so far is message Matthew.

I miss my family so much it hurts. I've never gone so long without going to England. I talked to my uncle on the phone and I started crying.

Because I'm pathetic. I hate crying.

Anyways.

....

Jockin Jay-Z makes me so happy. I keep having that dream of being so succesfull at my dream job. The one where I'm stomping around my huge Austin office in Versace purple crocodile skin cowboy boots and a black Dior homme suit with Razorlight or similar sitting outside scared shitless of a bad review from me on their new album, and then a secretary would knock on my door and BAM

Jay-Z, Kanye, Pharrell, Lupe Fiasco, and T.I. would come in and give me high fives or something and we'd show off our RocaWear watches that cost more than people's houses and smoke imported Cuban cigars.

Something like that. I could make Blender the best music magazine there was. Make SPIN the new Rolling Stone, knock Alternative Press off the shelves, and have NME and Filter for my only competition.

I could do it. Just give me a year at that office and I'll be up there as an editor.

Guess I gotta make do with Fort Worth Weekly though...Even though D Magazine would probably be a hell of a lot better.

I just want to die with some dignity. Some significance.

I want people to know my name and remember me for my accomplishments if not who I was.

Are we who we are or are we what we accomplish?

I can do it. Even if it means simply showing up all the debutantes here in Fort Worth.

Versace cowboy boots or not.

I'll do something.

PR for Neiman Marcus or Nordstroms?

I can do that.

Hey maybe do some editing for their lookbooks.

Or do I want to be in the Press Corps on Capitol Hill.

Oh man, sitting with Helen Thomas and yelling at the Press Secretary and Chief of Staff.

That's a fucking honor.

I want intelligence. I want to learn. I want to spread knowledge.

I'm listening to Akon. Why is AR Rehman in the video? He's too Muslim for Akon.

That's another thing.

You can still be religious and be fabulous.

I want to break that stereotype. I want to be moderately religious and completely glamorously professional.

There's so much I want to do.

God will do with me what he wants but all I want is a chance.

Damn is Colby O'Donis good looking.

Hobgoblin

Matthew and I manage JV softball so we were at a tournament out in this cute little hick town outside Fort Worth for about 87 years or so. We took a picture together, I'll put it up once Miranda uploads her pictures to facebook. I love Matthew, he's like the Golden Retriever puppy I always wanted haha

SO

That aside. I found this photo site off of Polyvore called fishup.ru. I honestly have no idea what it's about. I'm hoping it's sort of like a cooler version of Photobucket or whatever (watch me be totally wrong about that) and that's the link to the English version of the site but DAMN- They mixed in some Russian, Slavic, Polish or whatever it was originally written with into EVERYTHING. I couldn't even register for a free trial to see what it was like despite some English. But whatever. Just take the tour and look at the amazingness or just be lame like me and go onto the section on Polyvore and save pictures for an Inspiration folder. I'm going to share some finds with you. 

FIRST I SAW THIS:

Yes. That is Linda Evangelista in Simpson form 

(courtesy of Matt Groening) 

walking alongside Marge&Co. in the streets of Paris in what I think is an issue of Glamour from 2000 (according to Polyvore, though the fonts could easily be from Harpers). It was a like an Elle celebrity spread- the ones featuring the celebrity along with their favorite designers in a setting echoing the designer's aesthetic based on that celebrity. IT WAS AMAZING. I'm posting the entire spread. 

And as if that wasn't amazing enough- I found these:

They're by (who I am assuming is  Japanese) an artist named Miyuki Ohashi. They're so flirty and sensual looking. The lines are all mussy and blurred which just reminds me of bedhead and the flushed faces of the women in the works just enhances the sexiness of them. Honestly- I would want to buy these beautiful paintings and put them up in my room, they're so flirty and sweet. They remind me of SATC almost. I'm mentally noting this guy and looking up more of his work. Maybe I'll put it up later?

Anyways GO TO FISHUP.RU and look at what they have. They will give you a free tour of the site and while I was doing that I not only found these but I also found a series of fisherman's photos which were so wonderfully bizarre I can't explain them. The colors were blinding and reminded me of a Koi pond- all the orange safety equipment clashing with the dazzling dark blue of the water, it was so thrilling to look at. Haha

Speaking of Koi, Anne did a photo shoot with me for her Advanced Placement Photography portfolio over light. She made me do my makeup like a Harajuku girl on acid for the photo over a dazzling white background hit with spotlights. 

I'll explain more later, maybe tomorrow. 

Anyways I'm going to go listen to Jamiroquai and The Cold War Kids and do my English project and finish up reading about World War I. 

Peace et all,

Merna

 

It's keri baybay

For real though dawg.

Today I had a vision but I don't think I'll be able to translate it onto polyvore.

.250 Tom Binns - by Mern on Polyvore.com

Sexy Tom Binns necklace.

But yeah. I'm going to go catch up on my liberal media. Thank you.

And I may even be able to catch up with my art history work!

Who knows? The possibilities are endless. And I'm going to throw some Tom Binns photos up on this motherfucker.

Once I get to go to Forty Five Ten in Dallas, then I'll actually put up real live photos of his beautiful work.

I was talking to Jenny just a while back and we were talking about BOYZ. I told her I still liked Aziz which is a blatant lie. I see him walk past me now and I don't care. He's just another stupid pothead with no ambition and no personality that hasn't been influenced by peer pressure.

I just like the idea of him.

Whatever. I still have the other one. I'll always have him at the back of my mind. He's just too good to be true even though I'll never have him.

Anyways...

I'm out.

Man did I need this thing again

So Kellen showed up shitfaced and high to the dance. Do I care? Not really. I just like looking at him... I didn't even care when he and Logan basically ate eachother alive on the dancefloor.
I don't care because he's never going to be my property.
I didn't eat lunch today to take a dbq and took Katie to starbucks, this would never if happened at the beggining of the year. Obviously something's changed.
I feel free and content, better about myself and I still hate everyone. I really want to go to subway.
Well college is waiting for me... And I will start my blog... I will never again be embarrassed by my fashion addiction and have finally learn how to pack.
I made my list. My mother said I'm not going to college to be a model, I'm going to college to study. Obviously... Can't you be well-dressed and dilligent? What was Tina Chow then?
I have to promise myself not to fall into a contained culture and be devoted to my ambitions. All I really want is a boyfriend. Who's...well read and quiet.
What I mainly want is people who share my interests. I want friends like me. I've also realized that I'm an attention whore. I need to figure out how to tone it down without changing myself too much and to never get involved with potheads.
I'll post later...
Mern