I Get By.

I never know what to wear either.

If this were Wario instead of Mario, then I'd totally be in love. For reasons I cannot really explain, I will always have a crush on Wario.

I read once the hardest relationships to maintain are those with your close friends. Romantic elationships and acquaintances are supposedly easier to navigate. In a romantic relationship, you have a physical connection with someone to keep you united. Acquaintances are just loose connections, but sometimes people surprisingly put more effort into them then their actual friendships. People take friends for granted. They hurt them, forget about them, misunderstand them. This especially happens to women. Statistically, it's nearly impossible to have good, close friends as a female. Or, it it's nearly impossible to maintain them.

I can really see why this is true. No, not always, but damn, are people hard to please and difficult to understand. And ladies, aren't we all just bitches after all? I'm thankful for my friends. I happen to be lucky, but not everyone is as fortunate as I it seems.

I happen to have a friend, a good female friend. This good female friend and I attended a concert last weekend, and it was without a doubt the best show I have been to in my life. If Ozomatli is coming to your town, shell out the reasonable ticket fare it costs to see them. Believe me, it is beyond worth it. Also, the band who opened for them, Rubblebucket, was also intoxicatingly awesome. In their bio, they list all the musicians who inspire them. I find this ironic because I have never heard anything like the sound these kids are making. Beautiful. Check it out.

My cousin invited me to go see a goat race this Sunday. It makes me happy to find such great things are still being created and such interesting events still occur. Being in love with the world is easier that way.

♥ Lini.

My head is open again.

In one of my all time favorite movies, Mr. Zach Braff's Garden State, one of my all time favorite actresses Natalie Portman's character Sam says the beautiful words:

"I know it hurts. That's life. If nothing else, it's life. It's real, and sometimes it fucking hurts, but it's sort of all we have."

True story.

Personally, I am an unfortunately wordy person, but the discovery of this site today proved to me once again it doesn't take an entire manifesto to make point.

The world fascinates me. I'm off to finish my Creative Writing final, feeling oddly inspired by a TFLN spinoff.

♥ Lini.

Dollars and Sense

I'm about to rattle off a lot. So I'll spare you all and let you know ahead of time, below lie a bunch of words. I know, actually reading blogs sucks doesn't it?

I'm not even being sarcastic here, it is kinda shitty reading sometimes. I threw in some pics if you're reading and it happens to be one of those times for you. I understand, promise.

Hope those made you smile. Isn't it odd they mostly all had animals incorporated somehow? Swear that were subconscious choices, the mind works oddly that way.

Anyway.

Last week I went out with some people who are a bit older than me. In some cases, older people actually know jack shit and it really annoys me how poorly older generations treat younger ones. We're not all completely unintelligent, nor are you all completely brilliant. Everyone's a little bit of both. [Well, maybe not everyone...] However, though older, this couple I was with happened to know what's up.

I think of everything I heard from them, one of my personal favorites included a story about a recent trip one of the two had taken. She had been talking about how annoyed she getting carded to order a drink, but the flight attendant had announced at the beginning of the flight everyone needed to show I.D. in order to buy anything. Company policy. So, she was understanding and had her license ready. The fellow next to her was not. He instead threw a fit and insisted this must be an "Obama Thing". How dare they ask for an I.D.? He was obviously of age, and demanding he show identification was obviously both outrageous and inconvenient.

Yep, it's an Obama Thing sir. I think it goes without out saying how completely ignorant this man, and far too many like him are.

Her and her boyfriend also told me just because you're not someone's type, doesn't mean they don't find you attractive. Someone could consider you totally hot, and you could still be completely not who they go for. Now, I do realize this. I have found guys good looking who aren't my type. For whatever reason, it never occurred to me this could work the other way around. So, whenever someone is like "Oh, he/she would never go for me, I'm too [insert issue here] for them..." they could actually be completely mistaken. Maybe you're really tall or into sports, and he's short and into girly girls. Maybe you're into skinny artsy guys and he's a chubby nerd. So, you automatically assume there's no chance. But haven't you ever found yourself bizarrely tangled into one of these webs? Basically, attraction makes no sense. Just because you aren't someone's type, doesn't mean they don't think you're hot. So if that's what's holding you back, find a better excuse.

Also, here's another bit of advice which I found brilliant. Is it that much harder to put on leggings than sweatpants? No. It's in fact not. She's right, by taking an extra minute to push yourself a little harder you can make a huge difference. Not just the difference between fabric creating a shapeless ass or a fitted booty, but beyond that. It's not that much harder to double check a paper you wrote. It's not that much harder to ask for a second opinion on a project. It's not that much harder to stay an extra ten minutes at the gym. There's always room for improvement. Basically, step up your game kids. Give an inch, get a mile. Maybe it's cliche, but let's be honest. As long as you wear the right shirt, leggings look 100x more flattering then sweats.

Lastly, we talked about a recent decision I'm making of where to live over the summer. I'm still working on getting internships, looking at a few in Miami and a few in New York. I used to have this idealized vision of all these place, New York included. Then I spent some time there. Then I opened my eyes to the rest of the world and woke up. Don't get me wrong. I love New York City, it's alive and electric. I spent so much time loving it, I forgot to look around me and fall in love with what I had. Miami's Design District is actually really great. It's beautiful and quiet in a good way- in a way where you can see and feel things. You don't feel constantly congested and confused a la NYC. Yes, New York internships would give me great experience. Yes, I would have the time of my life. But, last I checked, I'm been having a pretty sweet life so far not in NYC. The world's filled with cities. Tons and tons of amazing underrated cities. So, basically, the grass isn't greener on the other side. It's greenish everywhere depending on your lawn care abilities. You can create your own happiness wherever you are.

Looking back, now everything they said seems like common sense. I hadn't realized it before. Maybe that's what wisdom is. Maybe that's what growing up is.

Good luck with finals everyone. Summertime is coming.

♥ Lini.

If I were a Boy...

Don't all we girls all ask ourselves this at one point or another? How many times have we groaned about how easy it must be, being a guy and all?

Now, I don't know about easy, but it sure looks like fun.

Miska D.A.R.T. Lookbook, Spring 2010.

Brooklyn company.

Great images, and I love the models they chose.

Martin Margiela Line 8 Glasses.

Love, love love.

Kind of an aviator hybrid I guess? They always have the coolest shades.

Bathing Apes Ranger Collection.

I love manipulation of iconic images. I love ombre. Clearly, I love this piece.

Speaking of frogs, snails, and puppy dog tails, these two boys have also done it again. Cudi does no wrong, featuring Snoop Dogg in That Tree.

In other news, Banksy Exit Through the Gift Shop has opened, and continues opening in select cities in the upcoming weeks. I cannot wait, the footage from the L.A. premiere looked great.

Boys, boys, boys.

♥ Lini.

Just Breathe.

As life gets longer, awful feels softer.

Well it feels pretty soft to me.

If it takes shit to make bliss,

Then I feel pretty blissfully.

-Modest Mouse.

Good song, great band.

Spring should be inspiring.

Gentle.

Easy.

All I see running down the feed of various newsfeeds of various social networking sites is "Busy". "Stressed". "Can't take it anymore". I'm included in this category.

It's quite beautiful outside most days, and it hurts to be trapped inside. I watch the world through glass windows. My reality is viewed the same way television is. On nights where I up late working I can hear birds chirping, confusing the artificial lights for sunshine. I am confused too birdies. It's hard seeing things around you that look, feel, and seem beautiful and feeling like you're missing out. It's hard feeling average and wondering if you could have pushed yourself more, or knowing that even if you had, nothing much would have come of it. Humanity can be cumbersome. It's hard feeling you deserve more. Is it mass media? It it everything we're shown? Everything thrown into our faces to make us believe we're all above and beyond ourselves? You can be a hero, you can be a star. This person is a winner. This person is better then you. How can we be inspired or have faith in ourselves, when there are so many setbacks? It's hard to smile even when the world outside is blooming.

I wish we could all enjoy Springtime more. I wish we could all enjoy pretty things more. It's hard to feel positive when nothing seems to go well.

That's about it. Just some thoughts & pretty pics. Remember there's sweetness left outside, escape into it when you get a chance.

♥ Lini.

Anything to stay in bed...

Images from China Fashion Week in Beijing.

This stuff is so awesome it makes my head spin.

I'm gonna get this good.

How I feel.

Zhou Fan.

Another great Chinese contribution to my life. Check him out, very cool things.

Now I'll get out of bed.

♥ Lini

Quitter.

I am so sick of my hair.

I'm gonna do something crazy & fun, but then again I am scared.

This is starting to get played, I've seen it everywhere.

1950's shot from Brooklyn.

This is precious and these kids look amazing, even for today.

♥ it.

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This, this I dedicate to you.

I don't know if you read my blog or not, but I hope in your pathetic paranoia you assume it's about you. Cause it is.

You're a bitch, and strange. Not in a good way at all.

Cool Kids, on the street.

Cool Kids, the band.

Just a thought... I don't like quitting things, but there's something in my life I cannot stand anymore. Should people stick to things solely because they made a commitment? What if it makes you miserable? What if it prevents you from doing everything else in your life that matters? On the other hand, maybe we should fulfill our obligations until the end. Maybe if something is so awful, instead of quitting, we should fix it for those who come after instead of leaving it in pieces and handing it over for someone else to clean up.

I don't know. Thoughts? I don't want to quit, but God, do I want to quit.

I thought I understood people but it's becoming clear to me that I fact do not at all.

Bonne Anniversaire Marc Jacobs!

♥ Lini.

Simon Says...

I apologize for constantly posting things I find insightful or my feelings and nothing cool. I haven't found anything too fascinating lately.

Simon says let me out of this cage.

Simon says I must be dreaming.

Simon says I don't even know what I'm feeling anymore.

Today at Easter a large amount of relatives who I didn't recognize told me to enjoy school while it lasted. I understand why, and I am. I also feel confused though, I'm sick of school and would like my "life" to start, or the next chapter.

But a dozen and a half internship applications later and no responses, maybe staying in school forever won't be so bad. Where's daddy's checkbook?

I hate feeling crazy and I hate feeling like I'm wasting my time. I hate feeling like I know a little bit about everything and not enough about anything. I know what I want, everyday I wake up and I know what I want. I know what I need too, but where is it?

An idea has hatched in this head of mine, details to follow. Also, I want a new camera really badly.

When's it my turn?

Wouldn't I love, love to explore the world up above?

Wish I could be part of that world.

-Some mermaid under the sea, you know.

♥ Lini.

Oh, the places I go.

I'm a Lost junkie. I am slacking on viewing this season, but I cannot watch a single minute without being hypnotized. Watching an old episode I missed in season five yesterday afternoon with a fellow Lost-ite almost resulted in my missing the bus back from the Big Apple to Philadelphia.

Whenever I talk about this to people who don't like [read: don't have enough good taste or mental capacity to appreciate the epic brilliance which is this series] Lost, they always say "It makes no sense." I can understand this sentiment. It is quite a lot to swallow. I think each episode only allows you to blink possibly three times, or else you've already missed too much and will no longer be able to follow the story line.

I promise this tangent has a point.

Yes, I did make my bus yesterday, with thoughts of Lost floating through my mind. Lest you forget, public transportation often results in an odd array of individuals combined together in small quarters. It so happened I was across from a fiesty and naive girl named Raquel by the age of nine [Yes, I eavesdropped. In my defense, she was obnoxiously loud]. A half asleep, half awake bus ride later, the combination of Raquel's innocent youthful musings and my thoughts of Lost had my head in quite a jumble. One issue people seem to bring up with Lost is the whole "time travel" thing Whatever, I know it's crazy but anything goes on the Lost Island. This whole moving through time thing is where I began getting confused on my ride home.

I thought about my time before the time I am now in. I kept thinking about how much I despised taking naps in preschool. Nowadays, I wish I could nap more often. I wish Lost wasn't merely fictional, and I could travel back in time and tell myself to stop being so stupid and just count some sheep and make nap time work somehow. I wish I had told Raquel, as annoying and countereffective to my bus ride nap as she was, I was happy she wasn't jaded. Many other kids her age are. I should have told her dad he was doing a great job but I felt like a bit of a creep. I hope they're as happy as they seemed.

I wonder when you reach they age where you realize everything your mother told you was true, helpful, pertinent, and wise. Yesterday I was stressed because one of my interviews was postponed, the other only went decently, and housing in NYC is so frustrating and foreign to me. She just said [not in these terms] "Caroline, you gotta hustle for ya want." It's true. I guess it's silly but it instantly made me feel better. No one told me life was going to be easy, and I didn't go into a competitive field thinking anything would be handed to me. Good things will come, they'll happen. By complaining in the mean time I only am annoying myself and everyone around me and achieving absolutely nothing. In reality, I'm wasting time I could be spending chasing after all the things I so badly desire.

We all want "it" so bad. Everyone's "it" is different, and changes. But how is it fair for me to want things when I take no steps closer toward them?

Thanks, mom. Maybe I'm almost at the age when you can say you told me so ♥

So many directions to go in.

Oh, the places you'll go.

Wise man, Mister Dr. Suess.

Lini ♥ you.

Gimme Gimme Gimme.

Let's say one of the six interviews I have had or am having within the span of today and tomorrow results in some fabulous career and I can then afford to only shop at Opening Ceremony... With enough money anyone can look cool. What's impressive is being cool and poor. I'm not saying I'm poor, I am typing this from my very nice MacBook, but I am saying these bitches have paychecks, I have papers to write. One day my wardrobe will be as glorious. In the meantime, I just muse. I here present you with my research on awesome future wardrobe development... Now, there's a class I'd take and actually enjoy!

I need this haircut. No one will stop me.

Hanging out with my Wang out.

Alexander Wang shades.

Proenza Schouler heels.

Now boys, don't ask me why women love shoes so much. Just refer to the above.

SO cute.

Must-have for the occasional, I don't know? Motorcycle ride?

♥ Lini.

Wish me luck for domani, pray for me now [I am on MegaNus riding next to a gentleman bathed in eau de McDonald's] and check out the Opening Ceremony site. Jeremy Scott things are sold there, I am hooked. Ciao Ciao.