Showing posts with label obsessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obsessions. Show all posts

Friday, June 29, 2012

Things

Things I've been into lately.

This sweet nature spot at the end of my street

Fresh cut watermelon

My flawless, silky, leopard print robe.

My favorite small purse from H&M

PocketLife app for iPhone. Hopefully having a pretty calender will encourage
me to go to yoga (hah, right).

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Another week, another series. VAMPIRE DIARIES.

I'm not exactly sure when my life started spiraling out of control into a blur of teen dramas and vampires, but I'm not mad about it. Not even a little bit. 
Last week I was sick for a few days and after going to dinner with two friends who talked about vampire diaries a handful of times, I figured what the hell? Why NOT start another series on netflix? And even better, it's a vampire teen drama? UM HELLO HAVE YOU MET ME? This is a perfect combination, and since cancelling my beloved secret circle, vampire diaries will have to do considering it was written by the same author. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? I love it even more than secret circle.
IT IS SO GOOD. It's not like, true blood good, but it's CW good (and we all know one tree hill is one of my favorites, shh). It's very rare that I like almost all the characters on a show, BUT I DO. Even Caroline who was annoying as fuck in the beginning became a great character. 
She gets me
DAMON'S EYES and one liners. Stefan's brooding. Bonnie being a badass motherfucking witch. Alaric and his vampire hating half self (Although I'm sad about this). Even the villains are charming and likable! I mean, are we supposed to hate Klaus and Rebekah? Because I just can't. I FEEL FOR HER, poor thing, all she wants is to go to a high school dance and have a boy like her (can't say I understand the school dance part, though). 
AND THE FLASHBACKS. I LOVE FLASHBACKS.
I knew it was a winner for me when I cried a million tears somewhere around the second season finale. ANY SHOW THAT BRINGS ME TO TEARS IS A WINNER. Although I'm not happy about some of the people they have killed, not even a little bit, I guess that's the point, right? Take people the audience love and rip our hearts out. AND THE SEASON THREE FINALE? OH. MY. GOD. Dead. I need someone to talk about it with. My best friend started it but she's still on season one so I'm DYING HOLDING IT IN AND TRYING NOT TO SPILL THE BEANS.
I know my life and choices are questionable but to be honest I'm okay with living my life vicariously through TV shows and creatures of the night. Especially when it comes to this dude
Don't you roll your eyes at me, Damon
Can we also discuss the deep lines in between Stefan's eyebrows that perfectly match up with the lines above his lip? Because i'm obsessed with them, and I'm not really sure why. Don't judge me. 
AND. THE FACT THAT IT IS CARRIED ON INTO REAL LIFE. Damon & Elena are actually a couple! Stefan is married to crazy nanny Carrie/crazy Melissa Hastings! MASON IS LADY GAGA'S BOYFRIEND! It's like the CW had a partner swap (minus gaga, obvs) and ALL THE BEST COUPLES CAME OF IT. 


Anyway Sorry I'm not sorry for my overuse of caps but I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THIS OKAY.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Things

A few things I've been really into lately.



Head Scarves
(which also look adorable with your hair down, but I forgot to snap pictures)

Sheer button ups (which was ironed, I swear)

Blue nails. I've worn four different shades in the last few months, can't stop, won't stop.

Are we seeing a pattern? Blue crochet shoes!

Clearly I'm in my blue phase. I swear it happens when I'm blonde. No shame.

Friday, May 11, 2012

vamps, dystopia, and never leaving my house.

If you know anything about my Secret Home Life, you know that I watch a lot of TV series in their entirety and read a lot of young adult fiction (I actually just typed victim instead of fiction, that should tell you how sick I am).

This week I decided to watch True Blood from the first episode since the new season starts next month. Oh. My. God. I forgot how fucking good it was. Pretty much every thing Lafayette says in the first season is flawless (although I love him always, especially when he's with Jesus, RIP), Tara was hilarious and making up stories about her husband killing dudes and her baby daddy who just got out of prison going to beat her bosses ass. 





Bill was actually dark and sexy in the first couple episodes (and always accompanied with a string quartet) and Eric was not. What a sad world when you think Bill is better than Eric. Also, let's have a moment of silence for the beautiful episode in season three when Alcide walked into our lives. I'm not usually into super buff tan werewolves, but give me a tall, bearded dude any day and I probably won't be mad. 




After the can't-put-it-down can't-think-about-anything-else state the Hunger Games left me in, I needed more. I picked up a few other books that were recommended to read after HG, and although I was doubtful they'd fill the huge Peeta shaped hole in my heart, I had to do something to feel normal again.



Because I'm bad at summarizing - (via hellogiggles) - Lena lives within the confines of her society where, at eighteen, all teens are cured by the government of deliria (ie: love) and assigned a spouse and job. This all sounds good to Lena – whose own mother committed suicide after the cure failed her – until she falls in love three months before she’s scheduled to have the procedure. 


So, the writing in the book is great, but a little Too Much. Every little detail is described in so many metaphors and... words. Too many words. Describing a spoonful of broth would take up half a page and you'd forget that the conversation was even happening. It was about 90% describing minuscule details and 10% action. Lena was kind of annoying with how By The Books she was, but became more bearable by the end. But then there was the end, and I didn't like that either. I couldn't get into it until halfway through the book and by then end I was MAD and left with something that doesn't attract me to reading the second book. Bummer.


Divergent, on the other hand, is my new obsession.



Also via hellogiggles - In post-apocalyptic Chicago, society is divided into five factions based on very different and distinct virtues. 16-year-old Beatrice must decide to either stay with her family’s faction or follow her heart to another group and risk being shunned by her parents and peers.


This book totally did it for me. It started out a little unclear whether or not it was going to be able to, but half way through I was all about Tris, fighting for her life (literally), realizing how wrong things were at the same time she did, feeling like you're 13 and not sure if this boy is someone you like or someone just playing with you. It was SO GOOD. The sequel just came out last week (though I have yet to read it, very tight schedule with True Blood and all), but the thought of waiting a year for the last book basically makes me want to die. I have no idea how anyone managed to do it for Hunger Games, my life would've been so empty and meaningless for the year in between books. Yes, I take young adult fiction this seriously, but WHO DOESN'T!?

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

HUNGER GAMES


"You finished the entire Hunger Games trilogy in just 48 hours, existing only on Chinese take-out and your Peeta-loving tears. Congratulations! But now you’re stuck in a post-THG depression, craving more dark, dystopian young adult fiction. Maybe you’re even feeling a little embarrassed about this new desire. After all, you’re a high-functioning, stable and successful adult with great hair and a casual but cool wardrobe*. Is it normal to want to read about angst-y teens fighting oppressive future-governments while making out with each other? The answer is YES"
via hellogiggles


This. This is my life right now. I never really caught on the popular-book-series-turned-movie band wagon,  but since I've been trying to spend a lot less time on the computer and I figured I would see the Hunger Games at some point, I downloaded the kindle app for my iPad (best app EVER), downloaded the book and hoped I'd somehow get pulled into this story that is not typically the kind that I'm interested in. 


Two days later I emerged, in the exact same clothes, on the exact same spot on the couch, all three books read. A smile on my face with the last lines of the book.  Depression settling in at the thought of it being over. Obsessed. I don't really think there's another word that could describe it. I even woke up this morning from a hunger games dream.


 I'm dying for the movie. DYING. Even though I don't see how it could possibly be better than the book. 
Apparently there's been a lot of upset about the casting, but for the most part, I think it's pretty good. Jennifer Lawrence will make a great Katniss. People are complaining she's too old, too curvy, but she's meant to be strong, and I'd have a hard time believing it if the role went to one of the tiny little things that were auditioning. 
Peeta. Peeta, Peeta, Peeta. My problem is with you. I'm trying to find the appeal. I'm trying to accept that you two had the best chemistry together. But you are just not what I was picturing. I knew Hunter Parrish had auditioned, so in my head, he was a cross of him and maybe a little Logan from Gilmore Girls (I'm not really sure why, I don't particularly care for Logan, but it's what my brain wanted). Although I can see they're too old, they have that charm and charisma that Peeta has, the ability to say the right thing, to make your heart swoon, to scream WHY AREN'T YOU REAL LIFE? WHY DIDN'T YOU THROW ME BREAD WHEN I WAS STARVING? And I just can't get that from Josh Hutcherson. I hope he proves me wrong.
I think the rest is cast pretty well. I don't particularly care for either of them, but Woody Harrelson will be perfect as Haymitch. And Lenny Kravitz as Cinna is flawless. I can't wait to see what they do with Finnick in the next movie, but it probably won't matter because it doesn't come out for TWO YEARS and I'll surely die from withdrawal by then.


If you haven't read this book you need to do it. NOW. 

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Things I want

Sometimes life is really boring.  Instead of writing here are things I'm dreaming of.


a covered front porch

a new tattoo

jalapeno popper grilled cheese

an incredible altar

back to blonde & shorts weather