A rather plain style of the day but plainess is appropriate for a day spent packing. The last style of the day in America this year. Fascinating.
90% done packing. Must continue on. See you later on the other side of the world!
I'll start with the Twisted Cloud and Leprechaun Petals since they were the easiest.
Braidy Bunch and Exploding Veins
Periwinkle Barnacles
As you can see, my instructions are rather lame. But that's the point. The point is to just get out your scraps and your trash and just do whatever. Play around with easy techniques like braiding and knotting and weaving and who knows what concoction you can come up with. Just remember there's no such thing as wrong. "Ew" maybe. But never wrong. I thought Periwinkle was super wrong at first but I've come to love it and it's wrongness is so right in my eyes.
Now go play with your scraps, create something "ew-abulous" and show me. I swear I won't laugh. Maybe just a little. But I laugh because I love it.
Off to packing again.
Today I woke up to the sun and the rooster call. I put on my clothes, did a mini photoshoot and off to another adventure with KC, Funk Master T, Busababe, Bboi, and their friend J. There was scooter riding, McDonalds Iced Coffee drinking, chinese islamic food eating, karaoking, and random story telling-ing. I was going to post a video of my scooter riding olympic skills but it takes forever to load it up here. I'm too impatient to wait. New Years Eve is such a torture to me. Busababe has got to be the best singer of Under Pressure ever. Second only to David Bowie and Queen of course. I'm awed by her art of music.
I had a big alzheimer moment again when I left my keys in the trunk. Thankfully, there was one of those holes in the backseat and T man used his clean feet to grab them out. I also sold my old clothes to Buffalo Exchange for the first time. They didn't want most of my stuff. I felt rejected both inside and out. But at least I got $42 in store credit. I guess this sort of defeats my goal of buying less. Why am I forever cursed with failure?!
In approximately 7 days and 5 hours and 20 minutes I will be saying sayonara to California as I head off for Milan.
I realize I am a bit ridiculous in this outfit. But I love it. so. so. much. I went to LA today to visit my favorite ghetto superstar along with Busababe and KC. We journeyed public transportation style. Yeah baby, going green. I decided I had to wear these pants that I bought a while ago and posted somewhere in the archives of this wee blog. I thought I would never get the chance to show it out in public, but today, I did not hold back. I said I was going for it. This adventure today was as much about my super socially awkward friends as it was the pants. I should seriously make a book about it except I might get sued for copyright infringement since there is another book out there about pants. But these pants beat those pants any day.
When I woke up in the morning and showed my mom what I was going to wear, she gave me a pained expression and said, "Do you have to?". I said, "Yes. I have to."
She gave up. I think she gave up the day I turned weird. Which is like, my birth date.
I carpooled with mom to the train station and she asked me, "How do you pee with those pants?". I made a wtf face. "Umm, they're just like regular pants." I replied.
"Oh, I thought you had to take it all off to pee."
"Um. No. They're just pants. But cooler."
We arrived and I met up with Busababe (she was dressed super cute by the way!!) and off to LA we went. On the way we flipped through Nylon. And we started talking fashion. I started asking her what she liked. She told me. And then I started questioning what my personal style was. I looked down. Definitely, not normal.
KC greeted us with her monkey face. We bused it to ghettosuperstar. It felt like I was being a tourist at my own school. I danced with the bear. Actually, I was trying to smack it's butt. No. I ain't kinky.
We visited the apartment then off to Westwood for a little TYMing. I finally found heart shaped sunglasses! I've been wanting them ever since they became cool but haven't found them anywhere for cheap. Now that they're a little passe, it's the perfect time for me to wear them out. I'm always behind on trends. I tend to pick things up after all hipsters and trendistas have gone through them. I blame it on my genetic procrastination skills.
Afterwards, with my new sunglasses on face, we went to Santa Monica. Walked around and touched sand. It was bliss.
In order to catch the train, we had to leave a little early than I would have liked. We jumped on a random bus that took forever. On the way we discussed many important topics in life. Such as fetishes, afros, and priests. We finally were fed up with the slow-mo bus that we jumped off when we saw a metroline.
The highlight of my day occurred on the metro.
We were standing in the middle, holding a pole. Outside the window I see a face painted man coming in. I thought he was coming back from some baseball game or something. But nope, he was actually a clown. I didn't give much thought, but just kept looking into space. He looked a little creepy and Busababe looked at him and then looked at me and told me that he was looking at us.
I looked over. He saw me look over. And then he asked in a serious manner, "Are you a clown?"
Internally, I exploded with laughter. Externally, I exploded with laughter.
"Oh. No. Sorry."
Dude. I do not have clown pants man. I don't even look like a clown! Okay, don't answer that. I think he was jealous that he didn't have any awesome pants. When I later told my mom, she said, "He must of thought you were stealing his customers."
Highlight of my day. Enough said. I couldn't look back at him for the longest time. I was finally glad that we made it to the station because this clown looked mighty creepy.
We ran to the train, but it left without us even though we were standing right there. Oh well I thought. That gives more time for the three stooges, aka us, to be lame.
I made it home. And so did my pants. That sounds a little dirty or maybe I'm just thinking dirty since busbabe enlightened me with all her human sexuality knowledge.
I really must sleep. Super tired from waking up at 6:30
P.S Remember this. Only two days left.
I went to OCMA today with J and saw some really weird art, some Warhols, some video with a naked man, and some x-rated winnie the pooh. It was fun. My dad says I get pimples because I don't get enough sleep. I'm going to test that theory. Peace out. Heading to LA tomorrow and waking up at 6:30. Woah. That sounds foreign to me.
And remember to bid!!! Only three days left. Three days left to make your wardrobe complete.
I finally figured out how the tripod works. It was like an angel from heaven came and whispered in my ear. Now I'm afraid I'm becoming even more cam-whorish. Oh well. As KC says, "We are all hoes". True that.
I hung out with KC today and as usual we were being weird. In the last picture she was saving me from jumping into the freezing waters of the Atlantic. We were recreating Titanic in a cooler light. Look at her pained expression. Look at my goofy grin of ecstasy ready to jump into concrete. Priceless.
So from my little hair experiment below, I might keep my mermaid hair at the moment. Hopefully I don't become like one of those guests on the Maury show that have extremely long hair like to their feet that get a makeover. I need to start mentally preparing for leaving but somehow even though it's only a few days away it hasn't quite set in. For me, procrastination works everywhere and for everything.
My butt's itchy. Must sleep to de-itchify my butt.
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