Going In Like a Violin

 It's 10 days into December and I've finally gotten over holiday brain (the stupor of carbs all day, carbs with other people all night) and my friends circulating 'ninja, we made it' memes (we're officially done with the school year) and fixed my router and I'm blogging again ish. I've been crazy lax with taking photos of outfits and what I'm doing to my room and I'm not sure whether to try Photoshop the ones on my phone or reshoot or cry. I always end up choosing the third one.

I figured I'd share some journal pages I took photos of and new books.

 Note lipstick in orange is my absolute favourite thing right now along with my namesake perfume from KENZO that smells like how crispy white cottons and silks feel. I just finished A Clockwork Orange - which wasn't too easy because of the intended difficult use of Russian language as slang - and I can't even organise my thoughts beyond 'OMG OMG OMG'. I Love Dick is one of my absolute favourite autobiographies/novels/religious-texts and I finally have my own copy. Jack Kerouac Allen Ginsberg: The Letters and The Ethical Slut are some recommeneded reads from Rookie.

 A friend, during a drunken rant, convinced me that everything I used to love Kanye West for was basically almost everything I've been sleeping on Pharrell for as well. And then some. I'm only halfway through the interviews and editorials and essays and I'm almost ready to forgive Pharrell for being a New Black and having a name I always have to double check in spelling.

 Rose and Vintage's Ellie convinced me to get the Wes Anderson Collection and while I haven't begun to read it, the photos are so pretty and have kept me from focusing on the actual text.

 I found an old Oxford dictionary I used to use religiously in grade five and started cutting up my favourite definitions. I used to be obsessed with trying to learn every single word in it and stunning all my peasant friends with my wealth of knowledge.

 We've been experiencing rolling blackouts so I've found myself with a lot of candlewax art. This is my favourite. I discovered that pouring hot wax over paper and then peeling it off made it rather transparent. These are some weeds I'm letting die in my journal along with a bad watercolour.

 A page I made for the 324th day of the year when I was anxious and felt like I couldn't study anymore. I also heard the Cool Cafe Volume II that day - hence the lungs.

 This is the first page of my August-October journal.

 Stress doodles during English when my teacher brought up the future and university drama.

 Quote from twitter. Compasses because I really wanted (want) some direction in life.

While Photoshopping my selfies, I found this header from Amy Scheppper's old Fancy Pants the blog blog and it matched my feels:

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