A Post in pictures

High school blues, it's pretty old news

Hello, bloggy!

I started my junior year of high school this Monday, and I must say this is the most UNORGANIZED year of high school I've been through thus far!

I've been much worse when it comes to organization of my backpack, but the organization i'm referring to is classes.

My classes.

My friend's classes.

And the administrations blatant ignoring of those in need of a major schedule change and fast. Like me. And my friends.

Still, no matter how much i complain about it it won't change the fact that I haven't been successful in changing my classes yet, even though I'm going to miss an entire week of AP Chemistry.

Every time i think of our administration, I see this:

yeah.

But as for outfit posts, I've been forgetting my camera. Almost everyday. So no new outfits as of yet, but i will say that I've looked pretty snazzy. Although my hair was a bit like this;

Was someone watching Ferris Bueller? Maybe...

So for one of my first English assignments we had to watch and analyze all the senate candidates and their slogans and controversy etc. and I could barely make heads or tails of it. If you can, leave a comment and tell me about your take on the mess. And tell me about YOUR first day of school!

With Love and building nerves,

ARK

I will fart in your general direction, you son of a silly person!!

I'm going to post. Again. I know, you hate me for it, but I love you for hating me for it as much as I love you for loving me occasionally. So let me rant, kk thnxz bi




Fashion item I need RIGHT NOW:
A Cape.
No, really.
Stop laughing.
I NEED ONE OR I'LL WILL DIE OF GINGERVITIS



But no, really. RedRobin and other friends of mine that I force my obsessions on know I've been drooling over any and all capes that I see....But I never seem to find any in any stores of reasonable price! Plenty online, let me tell you, but none in person. And I don't buy online....I MUST CONFORM! (Because that's always gone well for you....)


Another is toe shoes. Tavi's toe shoes. Tavi's Comme des Garcons toe shoes. Please, mom? I'll take them for walks and clean up after them and let them stay in my room. I promise they won't be a bother!


Also, and don't you laugh at me imaginary readers, I wish for Garb. Yeah, the medieval word for clothing. I want an outfit for the Florida Renaissance Fair. Or just a corset; I could work that thing like you won't believe.



All selfish reasoning aside---these are some items that I’d like to have for some back to school mix-matching sessions and generally shocking the people at my school who're already getting used to my strange dress at school. I mean, I wore a TUTU and no one really commented. We can't have that; I need to disturb the peace with my clothing!

Well now that that's done, have some British rock music
With love and a hint of selfishness (man, I’m going to hell),
ARK

Keep wishing, keep doing

Hello, Blog!
A quick update, seeing as I've been spending time with my beautiful cousin Natasha for the past two days. I've just recently moved, and wanted to talk a bit about that.
Moving is strange, emotionally.
We moved three months ago into another apartment from our old apartment, and quite frankly at first during that move all I felt was sadness; I hadn't moved in years. But then as I grew used to the factor of a temporary home, I took on a mindset of future hope and a liking of the house sort of like a long-term vacation home. That didn't last long; soon it felt permanent. And, of course as the world works in mysterious ways, as soon as that feeling crawled under my skin; we were moving again.
But to be honest, this move took a LONG TIME. It kept getting post-poned and post-poned etc. etc. All for valid reasons (sort of) but it left with an empty, drifting feeling, to have my stay pro-longed in a house I had already detached myself from. It felt sort of...lonely.
The feeling I got when we were first moved into the new place was relief. Relief beyond measure. But the morning after, I was kind of scared. I felt as though the house was still the owner's; that I was simply a lodger left to live alone.

I really didn't expect it to be so hard to adjust to this place, but now that I have, I know its home.

And that, my dear readers, is all that matters to me
ARK

Wishes of Lemonade, Time and Background Music

Hello Bloggity! After putting up so many FEMININE posts about EMOTION *caps words said in a nasally voice*, I've decided to give you a testosterone-filled post in the shaped on a body-builder! In other words, another inspiration post. LET'S GIT ER DONE



I just recently finished one of my new all-time favorite anime’s, Eureka 7. The story was creative (although admittedly a bit fantastical and confusing at some points), the character well-rounded and likeable and its also one of the few anime's I’ve watched to have a good balance of romance and action.


Although I know my mom would say they talk too much. She's more of a Sayuki Reload/Samurai 7 fan.


The style is very unique and the animation doesn't lag behind on certain episodes like a lot of mainstream shows do (Naruto ring a bell?). It's inspired me to start drawing again, and experiment a little (as if having 5 styles being thrown around wasn't experimental enough).

Plus it was fun to watch. Giant robots, anyone?



Another thing that I've been doing is reviewing the Fall 2010 Ready to Wear collections of some of my favorite designers. Here are some of the highlights;



First things first; Betsey Johnson. A woman after my own heart; my favorite designer since age 7. The lady who makes fashion shows FUN.

Betsey mustache? Verily.


Next thing that caught my eye was Chanel. I mean, its Chanel. Enough said.

But actually, not enough said. I feel almost guilty liking some of these pieces when some looked like the life’s work of a professional hunter. Either that, or wookie is finally in. My time to shine.

There are a whole bunch of other collections I liked, but these were the first to come to mind, so please make due with these. One last thing I wished to mention.

Don't eat a jellyfish sandwich.
I'm too hyper to be posting this; and yeah, the title makes no sense.
With love,
ARK

Children continued

This morning, at 12:45 (just about I think), my nephew was born.
My step sister just gave birth. I contacted people immediately and was so shocked by the fact this morning; my boyfriend jokingly congratulated me on realizing the miracle of life but quite frankly he was right.
I just couldn't believe little Ariel was well...a person. A living, breathing thing. One of the most beautiful living, breathing things I’ve seen for a while. So later on today, after some sleep I got to meet him. They were still in the hospital obviously, and he was asleep for most of the time so we didn't formally meet and I haven't held him yet; but he was just so...amazing. His very existence seemed to awaken some slumbering knowledge in the back of my brain; and answer to an old question arose and though it felt kind of silly, it was true.

So THAT'S how babies are made.

Now I know what you're expecting. For me to say, I've changed my mind about having kids now! But that, my dear, dear, imaginary readers, would be a damned lie.

With love and awe,
ARK

Children...

So this past Monday, I had slept over RedRobin's for the night and ended up going to her church for volunteer hours at their Vacation Bible School. Everything was going seemingly well, and we were a bit slap-happy from the night before (Facebook and Ice cream cake!!). Then we found out we were assigned to the three-year olds.
RedRobin looked scarred.
I looked tired already.
I used to help out at my day-care, so I know about kids of that age; inquisitive little devils....
I also know that they stick to me like krazy glue.
So off we went and all I can say is I honestly cannot picture having kids anymore. They were sweet and adorable; but evil and selfish at the same time. Not to mention too young to understand certain aspects of HYGEINE..... (A few drooled a lot, and we didn't have wipes at that moment)
But all wasn't bad! There was one adorable little boy named William (or Sir William, as RedRobin called him) who was soft-spoken and adorable xD
And apparently, as RR found out the next day, British.
To add insult to injury, today we discussed childbirth and how they literally have to cut at your vagina to get your baby out without you tearing it. All that came to mind was...
Ow.
So I'm kind of frightened by the idea of having children now. My step-sister's going to be due any day now (She's having my little step-nephew) and I'm flabbergasted on how...prepared she is. I can't comprehend marriage, childbirth, or anything so....permanent.

It probably just my age, but do you ever feel this way, dear viewers?

With Love and Adolescence,
ARK