Henna, Poems, and God is Gay.

I just redisovered Carrie Underwood music on Spotify and I’m not even sorry. Totally playing Last Name on repeat right now and singing along. YOLO.

Also, I can’t remember if I mentioned this already or not, but I did drunk henna on my knees a few days ago and it turned out rather well. Here’s a picture:

Also, I’ve been watching slam poetry videos on Youtube because I discovered CUPSI (college slam poetry) and a bunch of other slam poetry organizations and have been on a carousel of discovering new poets and poems and omg. Drinking it all in. I actually sat down and wrote 2 spoken word poems, the first in a long time, and the first poems I’ve written since July. It feels good to be thinking in poetry and expressing my feelings through it again.

That said, here is one of my current favorites that I’ve discovered and have watched a few times over since yesterday:


Vanilla Wafers in the Villa

I’m to lazy to grab my laptop, but I watched the video for Jay-Z and Justin Timberlake’s Holy Grail and I want that mega massive gold chain on Jay-Z and Justin looks like Leonardo DiCaprio and it turns me on.
Also Mike Tyson loves pigeons, you’re welcome.

The Tattoo Taboo (and more)

It’s taken me a while to come up with a topic worth talking about tonight, but I think I’m going to go with TATTOOS.

I find this to be an interesting subject, as the reactions and opinions are vast and varied among age groups, cultures, religions, and so on. Actually, opinions of body alterations in general are interesting. As a functioning member of society with a tattoo (or two, [it’s split in two] if you want to look at it that way) and a nose piercing, I am all for tattoos, piercings, and body mods. It is important to note that my stance on this did not sway due to my choices – I’ve always been all for it. Always.

Tattoos and piercings have been around for ages. Yet for some reason, if you’re piercing something other than your earlobes, it’s suddenly controversial. You have a tattoo? Welcome to the taboo club. People are very opinionated when it comes to these subjects, and the best part is the people who have the most to say are the ones who are mostly against it all.


For example, my dad. I’m not entirely sure how his thoughts work toward tattoos on people outside his family, but I do know that he would probably have a heart attack if he saw a tattoo on my body. He didn’t talk to me for 24 hours after he noticed my nose, and he still throws out a “why don’t you take it out?”  about once a month. I know he regards people with visible tattoos as strange or messed up in the head, which is among the most utterly ridiculous bullshit that comes out of his mouth. There is literally nothing wrong with people’s brains for getting a tattoo or piercing their tongue. However, people like my dad exist, and they do not like it that you would dare display something permanently on your body!

And that’s my favorite part. That these people are so stuck up and full of themselves, that they act as if THEY’RE the ones that sat through the pain of needles piercing their flesh. Excuse you. Excuse you right now. If you don’t like my decision to alter my body, I have news for you: it has literally 0% to do with you, so mind your own business, and shut up cause I didn’t ask for your opinion in the first place. 

And neither does my nose piercing. I truly resent the fact that I’m not allowed to wear a nose hoop at work for the reason that “it could aid in losing sales” and my favorite “you could have a crazy customer who would try to rip it out of your nose”. That would probably never happen, as nose hoops are very closely buddied up to your nostril and you need quite an amazing grip to rip it out. But the fact that someone might not want to buy something from me because I have a gold wire circling my nostril is honestly beyond me. Why is that offensive? What morals, what beliefs am I offending? What sins am I committing? The truth is none, because all of those reasons are manmade. While I was lamenting my decision to get my tattoo, I ran into several “signs” and told me to forget about it and move on, that it’s really okay. My favorite was a song lyric from a Romanian folk song that read “sins are of the earth”, as in they’re manmade. Ironically, I thought it was so brilliant, I decided to add it to my list of tattoos to get in the future.

However, I think the general consciousness of our society as a whole is beginning to get better about this. While people like my dad still exist, they’re beginning to dwindle and become more of the minority, as more people of my generation are growing up and getting tattoos and piercing parts of their bodies you didn’t even know you could get pierced, as well as changing the “rules” and norms of what is and isn’t okay, especially in the workplace. As an artist striving to become CEO of my own fashion company, I vowed long ago that no matter what level of employment my employees will be at, they will 100% be allowed to show their tattoos and piercings without judgement and repercussions. Because it’s really not that big a deal. And one of the best feelings in the world comes from people asking you “what does it mean?”


Justin Bieber is a Douchebag.

Let’s talk about Justin Bieber.

Remember over a year ago or so when I praised him and declared my adoration for this boy? It’s not that I want to rescind this, but rather reevaluate and reconsider those statements.

Things change. People change. This is a fundamental truth of life, whether you choose to recognize it or not. It’s really no surprise that Justin Bieber is not the same Biebs that I fell in love with a few years ago. He’s grown up, he’s gotten a lot of tattoos, he’s become a total douchebag.

Yeah, I said it. Most of you are probably not offended or surprised by this. Frankly, I’m not either. In the past year the Biebs has been doing and saying continuously outrageous things. And it only matters because he’s a celebrity in the spotlight, not some random. But that doesn’t magnify or diminish his newly found doucher status.

The most recent example of this is spitting on his fans from a balcony and then laughing about it with his stupid little group of friends. One of my friends posted a picture of it on my FB and I replied with I can’t respect that.

I mean, I don’t know how to feel about this one exactly other than remember the scene in Titanic with Jack teaches Rose to spit like a man. It mostly just makes me feel uncomfortable I guess. Because just…why? You are not 5. You are not mentally ill. You are not God. WTF?

I don’t feel like I can make excuses for liking him anymore. Because I don’t think I really like him anymore. Deplorable behaviour cannot always be saved by good music.


Retail Taints My Mood

Wow, I didn’t realize I hadn’t updated here in ~5 days. What is that?

So I went to see Juanes in concert on Friday night with my mom. It was a lot of fun. Before the music started, my mom disparted and got herself drinks and then by the end of the concert, I had found she had squeezed her way back into the pit, a few bodies away from me.

I had my camera with me, so I got some pretty good shots, especially since I was 4th and 3rd row from the stage most of the night. By the end of it, I was in 2nd row, almost in first, but people wouldn’t budge enough for me to get closer. It was okay though. because with my lens I was able to get up closer.

This was taken with my phone, not my camera.

The concert itself was fantastic. It was all in Spanish and the theater was filled with hispanics from around the Metro Detroit Area as well as quite a handful of white people like myself, who appreciate latin music. I personally greatly enjoyed the encore performance, as that was when he sang songs I knew the words to.

All that aside, today when I went in work, I looked over my schedule for the upcoming days that I work and realized that the next 5 I’m scheduled, I close every single time. I was half joking when I said it’s time to look for a new job cause the music playlist in my store is the shittiest you’ll ever hear, but now I’m legitimately serious. I’m fucking sick and tired of working in retail. I’m sick of customers, I’m sick of shitty pay, I’m sick of getting home at 10 PM.

Although I will say the one nice thing about working part time is that I do get days off, and oh god, they are glorious.

It’s time.

If any of you know of any fashion design related jobs, holla at yo girl. But seriously.


The Phenomenal Handclap Band is Kind Of a Big Deal

Among the various thousands of thoughts that have passed through my brain waves today, the most recent that stood out enough to share with you all was this (and I’m not sure if I’ve shared this before, but I think I have):

I still firmly believe people are attracted to people who look like themselves. I’m not saying this is universal, but I often find that I run into couples who look rather similar in their facial features, posture, even height sometimes.

I remember watching something on PBS, might’ve been NOVA, about this subject. It stuck with me and made me notice it more.

Anyway, so this weekend while I was shopping at Forever 21, they played this song that I SoundHounded cause I really liked it and wanted to add it to my Spotify playlist. Unfortunately, Spotify doesn’t have this song, but they do have other albums by The Phenomenal Handclap Band and I’m discovering that I really like their music. It’s easy and breezy and kind of reminds me of Benny Hill.

You’re welcome.

Additionally, I’m quite proud of myself for finally getting off my ass and going up to the school to finish making skirts for my friend. I couldn’t do them the past two weeks due to being sick, but I started them yesterday and finished them today. I also paid HNI a visit and was very happy to see him again, it had been too long.

And now it’s time to repaint my nails so I look presentable at work.


Halestorm & Jon Hamm’s Penis

For the past week or so, since I’ve been delving deeper into the cavern that is Spotify, I’ve been fixating on Halestorm and mentally enveloping myself in their music. Like holy shit, I can’t get enough. I think they’ve officially earned a spot among my favorite bands, because, damn.

Haley’s voice is just intoxicating. It just feels perfect, synesthetically. I can’t explain it correctly. Sometimes it’s golden, sometimes it garnet red. It gurgles the right way in my throat and has the right texture on my tongue, which sounds disturbing, but synesthesia gives no fucks.

I keep listening to their cover of Skid Row’s Slave to the Grind. It’s SO GOOD.

Seriously guys, if you haven’t listened to Halestorm before, I highly recommend them. They actually won the Grammy this year for Best Hard Rock/Metal Performance for their song Love Bites (So Do I). They’re the first female-fronted band to be nominated and win in this category!

P.S. I’m still amused that all the search words leading people to my blog are still in reference to Jon Hamm’s penis. Thank you, Jon Hamm’s penis.