Want, Want, Goose.

I get these ideas in my head to try new things. Sometimes they're little ideas, perhaps a venture to a different restaurant. Sometimes they're a little more adventurous, like the time I decided to get my lip pierced in Paris on a school trip many, many years ago.

Note to reader: your mother will likely be unhappy upon your return home, as will your chaperones.

Recently, I developed an interest in Buddhism and spent a sunny day stealing my neighbor's wireless and reading about it. I really liked it quite a lot, minus the few things...

Like the whole you shouldn't really want things thing... Because I am a girl who unfortunately really loves things.

Doc Marten USB.

So sexy, I love you to pieces.

I can see my roommate digging this. Clever, nutrious, cute- approved!

A Barbie iPhone app.
For me to decorate my virtual nails.
And I have a Droid so I can't buy this?!?!
Listen, before you judge me, just stop and take a look at how cute the poddle nail is!

Guerrilla promo for some movie.
This looks bad not to mention weird. But I do love me some guerrilla promo hype art.


Now this? This is just awesome.

Not to mention listening to Dance in the Dark got me to finish that extra mile at the gym earlier.

So I don't know how much room there is in Buddhism for beddazzled flashdrives and needlessly labelled fruit quasi-cupboards, but I do know there's always room to be nicer to people.

So I will try that out for now. Maybe later I can stop lusting after Barbie aps and such?

♥

Lini.

On the Other Side

Girl crush, always & forever. No one let me cut my hair like this and now it's getting played.

I had no idea so many people wore clothing made out of latex... Like a lot of people. I find it a little bizarre. I only know this thanks to some research on GaGa's god-awful Alejandro video. Like really, other than when she ate the rosary I didn't like it at all. She is trying too hard to make "art". And it makes real art look flimsy. I need her to win me back again because I want to love her again. I really did love her, sigh.

I cannot talk about how perfect this is.


One guess as to why this might be even more perfect.
A cool designer who I don't know that well made this, feel free to check it.

I had a bunch of stuff to say but I feel le tired.
I'll try and keep it short, for all our sakes.

At my internship, I sit for a large part of the day at my desk. Across from me sits the other intern, so naturally we talk a lot. I mean, we're there for hours. Plus we're females. So anyway, I think I've finally begun to see both sides of so many general life situations, whereas I previously only saw my own. I think this is a result of her stories and just me growing up/getting older I suppose. For example, she'd talk about how frustrated she'd get when the guy she was seeing previously wouldn't text her, call her, or just ignore her in general...but they'd get along so well in person, it made very little sense. I can relate. Then, a few days later after thinking about this she realized she had been doing the same thing to the guy who liked her currently. Not because she didn't care. Not because she was even ignoring him. He just didn't fit the way the guy did before. He was cuter, nicer, smarter... all of the above. And she really does care. But for some reason she couldn't really put the effort into it. Yet, I can relate to that too and they're opposite attitudes.

I have had so many people frustrate me. Hasn't everyone? Not just guys, but people in general. Employers who don't answer phone calls or emails. School partners on a project who don't work as hard as I do. Little actions and tasks that just make me angry because I know I would have handled them better had I been in charge of taking care of excecuting them. But, to be honest, aren't we all guilty of playing both sides? Obviously if I'm being frustrated, someone's frustrating me. At one point however, that person has been frustrated by someone else. And I'm no saint myself. I've ignored calls. I've ignored emails. I've never slacked off on projects that affect other people, but that's just me.

It's just easy to get frustrated, but it must be so much easier to do the frustrating since we're all victims of it constantly.

Karma is a bitch, I pray to God she always haunts you.
-Gym Class Heroes

*I'm not condoning this, I just think it seems to happen a lot.
♥ Lini.

ps: I ♥ this song. I'm not sure how I feel about B.o.B yet, but this is contagious, thanks Pepper for contaminating me!

We need a little pretty cause this country is insane.

For semi-useless products of my musings, skip down to the bottom. For some pretty shit, begin here.


Better than Botticelli's Birth of Venus?

I have a huge girl-crush on Lady Gaga. Artists like her allow me to call pop-culture a pleasure, and by no means a guilty one. I have huge respect for creative people who dedicate a piece of every single day of their lives to constructing their vision and sharing it with the world. This bitch is brilliant, completely. Totally post-modern: she's self-described as "sexy-ugly", an undeniable whack job, and a perfect example of how completely wonderful this terrible world can be if you let it. I really cannot begin to comprehend how she manages to get her hair and makeup to look so surreal, nor can I express how jealous I am of her crazy-awesome style.

And if that's not enough for you, she taught herself to play piano at age four. Being 20 and personally unable to properly hit a pleasant combination of more than three notes, I find that pretttttyyyy incredible. Additionally, if you can wear hot pants and get away with it, then bless your pretty soul.

I cannot tell you how many times i have listened to this song in the last week. Click&love.

I recently re-fell in love with this. Stunning design, one of the best examples of successful packaging I have ever seen. (If you've seen my Sephora tab, you know pretty shit is my kryptonite. Ask me if I have any idea what this juice (if that's what it is?) even tastes like. The answer is no.) Designed by Naoto Fukasawa, found at Welcome to the Glory.

These are just pretty sweet. I suppose a small part of me has always longed to hear music spurting from a sculpted decapitated dog.

By Dutch designer Sander Mulder, same site as the above.

“And, now, I’m just trying to change the world one sequin at a time.” -Lady Gaga

♥ Lini

ps:

On to the random thoughts. This entire post had been inspired by quite an array of individuals... it's a strange company I keep...

Everything works in cycles, repetitions, and returns to the ends and starts. Some cycles are natural and necessary, while others are vicious. Personally, I find cheating to one of the more ruthless. Essentially' to cheat is to steal, to rob someone's trust, work, innocence, or efforts. It is to take away something earned from the blood, sweat, and tears of another, and in no way belongs to anyone but the owner and whomever they deem deserving. When you cheat you degrade the quality of what you're stealing. Whether it be someone's answers or someone's heart you toy with, you have broken something which cannot be repaired. You have robbed not only them, but yourself. You have throw away the oppurtunity to expand your mind, to learn, and to appreciate. You have tainted what you've taken.

I love free shit, everyone does. I have a field day whenever I win anything...but it doesn't compare to how I feel when I earn something myself. I can't say I am completely oppossed to the "Fuck, I forgot about math, can I see your homework?" situation, it happens. What I cannot tolerate is the deliberate and lazy philosophy that allows people to believe they are entitled to what is not theirs. There is a difference between products of inspiration and products of imitation. I have a fierce love for what I create, and it disgusts me to hear and see ideas copied and reproduced cheaply. It is unethical and shameful. You are not an intellectual, not a designer, not an artist if your creations are ripped from the hands of another. It breaks my heart to watch this happen over and over, to see someone genuinely put together their ideas only to have them spoiled by a pair of greedy eyes. Physcically, I have to wonder if people are meant to be faithful. I believe it is possible, but once the cycle begins, once you've become jaded from cheating...

Honesty is priceless.

"Why don't you try lying for a change? Lying's the currency of the world"...

Well, look at the economy now.