I didn't forget, I swear. Let's do some last minute studying, shall we?
Ok, so ladies: you got the whole dress thing down, right? A simple drop waist with some pearls and you're set to go. Fancy it up with a boa, maybe some fishnets, or a feather in your headpiece...its up to you. Perfect example of a flapper style dress: Then you got your how-to for finger waves. It's a great guide. If your not down with the effort that goes along with that, a black bob like Katie Holmes here is perfect. And even if you can't manage that by chopping, tucking, or wigging it...a simple low bun will do. Remember, their hair was short and bobbed back in the 20s. As for makeup, your lesson was provided earlier, and I'm sure you could find more online. I really think we have it all covered.
Boys, don't fret...your attire shouldn't be too hard either. Fedoras are an easy accessory which many of you probably already have. You can use suspenders, black thin ties or bowties, pinstripes, gangster attire (not thug, but real gangster mafia style), spats (which I don't expect anyone to randomly have, but I would be quite impressed if you did), waxed mustaches, any sort of single-breasted suit, or just a plain white tuxedo shirt.
There ya go. Good luck...and see you tomorrow night!!!
And take lessons from my friend, Sarah. (I was looking for videos of this dance and came across one of her old videos...she's the one in the near front, black hair, and cropped leggings)
...and from Sarah's friend (and my idol), Lacey Schwimmer.
From now until NYE, I will post something in relation to the 1920s. So get out your glad rags, read up on your vocabulary, and start practicing the lindy hop cause here we gooo...
There's really no other way to spend your Christmas than with two good friends at the movies getting the bejesus scared outta them. Well, at least, I was scared. I had my hands over my eyes half the time.
Erica, Rob Hitt, and I spent le evening together woofing down a larrrrrrrrge bucket o' popcorn, two massive cups o' coke, and one expensive bag o' twizzlers. Nothing like holiday at the cinemas, right? I mean, we even had the delinquents in the front right-hand corner providing additional sound effects like, "Damn, dat white b*tch got knocked da f*ck out!" Nothing screams joy like a lil extra profanity. It's like adding cinnamon to your gingerbread latte.
We went to see I Am Legend, and I have to say I was pretty pleased. Obviously, it was scarier than my usual taste in movies, but I love lil' Willy and couldn't resist. My friend Joanna was the alpha female on the lab table throughout the whole movie. She freaked me out, so I have to say she did a good job, though all she did was really breath and scream once or twice. I don't think I could handle any other of the zombie-like creatures, though. I'm surprised they didn't give me a nightmare. The ending kinda sucked. I wasn't completely satisfied. And don't they know that the dog is never supposed to die in a movie! (Ooops...sorry if I spoiled it for anyone...I usually don't do that, but I had to vent). I don't know, maybe we should have gone to see something a lil' more cheery like Juno? Ok, not exactly, maybe Alvin and the Chipmunks?
Yea, that's what I said. Hey, it's still holiday-related cause this was from the BK Holiday Bash. I'm trying to get back on track, here...my last post didn't seem so holiday approps.
I know it is Christmas day and all....and this certainly should be the last thing I should be making a post about, but I was horrified when I came across this film that is set to release in the beginnings on next year.
The movie is called The Poughkeepsie Tapes, and since I spent 4 years of my life (my college years) living in Poughkeepsie...this obviously caught my eye. My first thought was "Oh great, first a horror flick about the island I currently live on and now a horror flick on the city I went to college in. People are gonna think I make bad habital decisions." (Yes, I think I made that word up, but go with me, here.)
I can't lie, Po-town (as we liked to called it) never had a good rap. It was known for druggies and prostitutes and had a higher murder rate than New York City. However, disregarding the city's reputatuion, Marist College somehow seemed to breed and maintain high class, Abercrombie & Fitch look-a-like, Catholic Christian students...not to mention the campus looked to be straight out of the catalog. The grass was always green, the computers were always brand new, we had one of the country's most advance libraries..you would just never think Marist was located in a town like Poughkeepsie. Oh, but once you set foot off campus...you get a feel for the true Poughkeepsie flare.
Thinking back to how mad we used to get having to keep our "swipe cards" on us at all times to basically proved we belonged wherever we were, I don't think we realized what their true intent was. We joked and made fun of the campus security and how strict they were, but now...I'm kinda glad they were. However, they couldn't always protect us. There was the one time a townie got into Gartland Commons and held someone at gunpoint. Luckily no one got hurt and I forget the outcome of that incident, but it was the off-campus happenings that kinda stick out in my mind. I had one friend caught in a shoot out in the streets outside The Palace Diner...not even a block away from the house I lived in off-campus my senior year. This was the house I got robbed in the first week we moved in. We were the 2nd of 12 houses to get hit in a two week span. I walked in not realizing they were still in the house robbing us of our jewelry, laptops, digital cameras, money, and personal identification...and people wonder why I carry mase. And though, this isn't as scary as it is disturbing...my girls moved into a house off-campus, which they found out later in the year, a homeless man was living in the garage of the year before without the owners knowing. But I suppose nothing compares to the night (Halloween 2002) our star basketball player, Pierre, got shot in the middle of the dance floor at our beloved McCoy's (the legendary bar all Marist students knew well and loved). Ok, so that wasn't a townie-related incident, it was a fellow Red Fox...but still it adds to the depth of my story. Basically, what I'm trying to get across...Poughkeepsie was never the safest of towns. So this movie's relatability (?) scares the bejesus out of me.
I had to do some research though, just to make sure this movie wasn't a true story. Sad that I actually thought it was a possibility, huh? Well, it's even more sad that it actually IS based on a true story, but not specifically held to Poughkeepsie or discovered in the year 2001 (or else, I would have absolutely know the truth to this). Whatevs, I am obvs not going to go see this movie.
My tummy is yelling at me. I'm tired and cranky. I just got home from work an hour ago (yes, past midnight). And I just want to go home and see my family. Christmas is around the corner and part of me barely feels it at all. I'm sad because Christmas is like my favoritest ever! I didn't even have time to decorate this year...how sad is that? But, I DID get all my shopping done way ahead of time (at least for me) and even when I had more people than usual to buy for. I can't wait to give everyone their gifts. Tomorrow I go home, and hopefully I can fit everything in my suitcase. One thing I'll be sure to pack....my supercute holiday undies! Hahaha. Seriously, one of my favorite things to do in the holiday season it to break out all the cute Christmasy "goodies." ;) This season I'm swearing by Aerie...and not just because I work for AE. They have the cutest prints and the best colors out there. Sorry Vicki, but I'm over you.
Off to bed, I go, though...want to wake up early enough to miss the morning rush at Grand Central. Sleep tight, world.
I am obsessed with this song. Angela introduced me to it a few weeks ago and I've been trying to find it everywhere since...and now there's a video! Think what you will...but I like it.
Srsly, what's the deal with all these babies? Nicole Richie, Jessica Alba, Jenny from the block, Lily Allen...and now, Jamie Lynn Friggin' Spears! It's like the dang plague! Sad to say I once had hope Jamie Lynn would save the "Spears'" name. Guess I was wayyyyy off. Bet she'll be a better mom, though, at 16 than Brit will ever be.
It's all good though...everybody loves a good trainwreck.
I am dying to see this movie, and not just because my friends are in this. 1) I use to have the biggest crush on Will Smith (ok, maybe I still do), 2) I pretty much love any movie that Will does, and 3) Ok, and because my friends are in it.
I'm a little nervous seeing as it looks scarier than any normal movie I'd normally see (I don't do horror/scary movie...I get nightmares, lol), but maybe, now that I know my friend Joanna was one of those scary demon-like creatures I saw in the previews...maybe, just maybe, I can handle it. I stole this pic from her myspace of the lab scene:
Before when she mentioned she was one of the "infected people" in the movie, of course I had no idea what she was talking about. All I knew is that she had to shave her long gorgeous black hair off for the role...and I thought she was the bravest/radest person ever for doing it (dude, and she looks hott in a buzz cut, too). So here I was thinking maybe they were gonna have her in this crazy disgusting makeup of lacerations or whatever...but I didn't know she was actually digitally created! She probably told me before, but maybe I just didn't understand (not an unusual thing). Whatever...so rad, and I'm jealous she got to breathe the same air as Will Smith for an extended amount of time.
Also, Texas, who most of us know and love, is in this movie as well. She plays a mannequin and I will definitely be on the lookout for her when I go to the theatres to see the movie. I will probably give you another whole recap when I see it because its just what I do. Anyways, here's my plug: go see the movie...that way we can discuss laters. ;)
Yea, that's right. I know you may not believe it, and I'm not sure if I do, yet, either...but Britney apparently landed a role as the Virgin Mary. Do I hear "comeback?"
I srsly don't know if she's trying to contradict me here, but I lost all faith in her after this year VMA's. That was really the last straw for me. Can she regain my hope in 2008? I really don't know. But she does have a new video out as of today:
Most that know me, know I lovvve to shop and i have a hard time turning down a bargain. Below, are all my purchase from two sample sales my company had (employees only, otherwise I woulda sent out invites). Keep in mind, this is great for gifting season and pretty much anyone who hates spending money on stuff they "need" instead of stuff they "want." Sorry, I will not spend $50 on a plain long sleeved tee, but I will spend $200 on a fabulous dress only to wear it once.
Keep in mind the worth of some of these clothes...as to my total amount spent: a crazy low-blow of $276. Amazing, right?
15 bags 5 outerwear pieces 40 pairs of "undergarments" 10 hoodies/sweaters 15 long/short sleeve tees 3 tank tops 1 hat
I couldn't help but spread the word in hopes this message gets to the right person.
The moment I stepped out of my office this evening, right in front of my face I saw this sign plastered on top of an advertisement...and then, two feet down the street a few strewn along the sidewalk, and then, sign after sign attached to poles, payphones, or whatever else that was placed at eye level. Someone out there really wants to find this man. I could not walk more than a couple feet without seeing his face...his image being etched in my brain. Brilliant! Whoever posted these signs knew exactly how to get through to people. Make it impossible for them not to look and you got them hooked. Then as I rounded the corner, a man was handing out these exact flyers. Since I was out of reach, I walked up to him asking for a few. He handed me three and asked me to place them where I like. As I got to the next corner, there was another man handing out these same flyers. He saw the three I held in my hand and thanked me for so much as caring. The only thing I could think is that this man is obviously missed, and what if this were a friend or family member of mine. All I could hope for is they find this man for whatever the reason it may be. If you can help to spread the word, I'm sure his loved ones would be so grateful.
So I suppose the deal is, some dude is turning old and we're supposed to celebrate this...tonight. There is a high chance I'll make an appearance due to special requests...so yea, we'll see if this bear comes out her cave tonight. Happy Birthday Rob Hitt, he who provides us jams to dip to.
There comes a point in a girl's life where her secrets come out. This weekend I was revealed...shamelessly.
Curbie sleepover on le island was full of food, half-butted board games, a whole lotta Rosie, and four solid hours of Britney in her prime. It was sad.
I think the only list that is truely consistant is the chronological one. I mean, I'm no expert...but, right? It makes sense. You can categorize things in so many more ways than one, but the only true one is one that is in order by date and time...no?
I'm probably making no sense, but my reason for posting this is because I rearranged my photo gallery by date instead of given categories. I always got confused if something fit into more than one, so I tried to ease my OCDish anguish and go the more organized route.
