can i be nostalgic for 2006 yet?

in 2006 i was in second year undergrad. and for the first time in my life i had a decent amount of cash, since i was selling shooters at a strip club. i spent that cash on smirnoff ice and designer jeans. i  somehow managed to do all my school work during the day, and was absolutely smashed every night, especially when i was working. it was a magical time when beyonce was getting us to throw all our exes shit in a box to the left and jt brought sexy back. nelly furtado had a baby and got promiscuous, in that order. james blunt was fuckiiiiiiingg hiiiiiiiiighhhhh. and t-pain was in love with a stripper, a song i think the dancers at the club fought over every night, but i was mostly too busy drinking free shots to really notice. 


other than the stress of working, in a round about way, for the hell's angels, it was a very blissful time. i always had cash. i always had a stocked bar. i was learning literary theory. and i didn't understand how to be hip or indie or whatever the cool people were in 2006. but i could finally afford to spend $300 on a pair of jeans, which made me pretty pleased. 


as the years passed and leggings emerged and jeans got skinny, my flared true religion jeans of 2006 sat and collected dust in my closet. but i could never bring myself to throw them out. they had meant a lot to me at the time, a symbol of how hard i worked to afford the brands other girls at uwo could just charge to their dad's credit card. 


so now, in the summer of 2011, only five years later, i've just moved for the second time in the last few months, dragging along with me my true religion jeans and a few other clothing relics. 


and. well. i wanna wear these bitches again. so i decided to cut them up into shorts. and i thought i might document the before and after process.

look at that style. that's the kinda girl you could buy enough jagerbombs for and she'll pretty much do whatever you want. check out those dirty converse sneaks. at least i don't often look like that bitch anymore.

maybe not worth $300 but those are some damn nice shorts. $11 forever 21 jeans just don't hug your ass like that high quality denim, i gotta say.

visual trickery (drawing the eye up)

preeach, jenna.

i decided that being short is no reason to actually look short in pictures. so i put on 5 inch heels and jumped on the edge of my bathtub. voilà! 7ft tall.

so you may remember the shirt i'm wearing from this post before i cut it up to become the shirt you see here. improvements, generally. except that it won't really stay on my body very well. personally, i don't mind, but maybe not great in the cold. we'll see. 

i'm not sure anyone on lookbook has ever been hyped when you can visibly see thigh fat, just as an aside. i would like to see the correlation between most hypes and thigh circumference. skinny people could just be more fashionable overall, i guess.  but srsly just scan through the top looks everyday and think 'if i made the 3oh3 hand gesture, would that person's thigh fit in the oh?' the answer will 99.9% of the time be yes. 

i really need to cut my bangs but i was thinking i might just grow them out now? i dunno.

also it is just cold enough out now that i have the urge to listen to Fleet Foxes on a loop constantly. it's so lovely and cosy like a giant mug of tea or a A+ hug. it sounds like softly falling snow and holding hands.

trying to make use of them interweb 2.0s

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mayer hawthorne + crème brûlée earl grey tea

for my next trick, i will hibernate with tea and soul music instead of going to management class.

doesn't my messy ugly apartment look lovely with this filter? i promise my love affair with the 'Melissa' filter on Pixlr-Express will be short lived. isn't it charming how candid i am about my lack of photo editing skills and my reliance on free web-based clients? i hope so.

so. i'm wearing a small men's Mayer Hawthorne concert tee from his recent-ish show at The Opera House (which was amaaaaazing). before i saw him live i was concerned that he always sounded flat on his record, but that must have been a stylistic choice because that muhfucka can sing. most of the rest of what i'm wearing is from Modcloth.

except the shoes which are clearly Jeffrey Campbell. i talked to a girl on the subway last night who was wearing the 99s while i was wearing these. she was super lovely and we bonded over shoe-lust. i should have gotten her digits so i put up a missed connections ad. <3 please email me cute JC girl.

but most importantly THE TEA. this magical tea is from Golden Mint. that link will take you to Yelp were you can read my spectacular review.

this tea requires no milk or sugar. i recommend it for all earl grey fans who want to mix it up a little. you don't even really need a tea ball, the steeped loose tea will just sink to the bottom of the cup.

time to buckle down and do some school work. peace out, interweb.

my beautiful dark twisted fantasy that i had when i was 15 and goth but have totally grown out of by now

how bout that new kanye album? dayum. the album title makes me laugh though. srsly how would you finish a sentence that starts with "My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy...."


a)  that i shared with the melodramatic community when i blogged there in 2002
b) that involves James Spader in Secretary telling me to eat four peas while i listen to Lady Venom  by Swollen Members
c) is the title of the new yeezy album OOOH SHE A GOLDDIGGA


baha. no but i really love it.


ANYWAYS


when i go to bed at night, i always think 'damn what a great outfit, too bad i'm sleeping in it and no one will every see it.' well never fucking fear because i am probably one of the few people to consistently take pictures of the clothes i sleep in. of all of the seven deadly sins, sloth is probs on my top three. that's probably not great?


i'm having a love affair with plaid flannel right now. its warm enough for winter and so comfy that i can't bear to take it off before bed. not sure how long this love affair will last but i'm cool with it for the time being. 

maybe one day i'll show you how i wear plaid flannel when i actually leave the house. and maybe i won't. 

i didn't promise you a rose garden

i don't actually wear leggings as pants because my ass is phat. i wore this to school today with a long cardigan so as to not make respectable people uncomfortable.

can anyone put an era to this top? i wanna say early 90s. i am in love with the shape of it, even though it is for someone with a smaller rack than me. 

yeah i'm bringing 'rack' back.




 

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