IT'S OSCAR WILDE, GUYZ

no, no, no! you silly historians and avid fans, Mr. Wilde was not under the pseudonym Sebastian Melmoth. You are wrong!
He's Adam Green, actually. Have you seen it? UNCANNY, the physical resemblance, I tell you.

some benjaminz.

I wouldn't go for the Chav look, but i do find the shirt pretty damn cool. The shoes are purse are lovely as well. I would love some cash to buy it, as it would do wonders for Paris this summer!
On That Topic..
There is still hope that he will be going, thankfully, because I could not even begin to imagine how it would be without him. I sound like a tool, I am aware, but I frankly do not care. (i did just rhyme, gross.. i know) ALAS, i am happy, and pau pau simply wont stop teasing me for the dumb grin i've had on my face all day.

totally...tenderly...tragically..

what was going to be, no longer is.. and there is nothing more heartbreaking than so.
i don't want to rant like an obnoxious blogger would about all the misfortunes that have occurred today, which have been many. though, there is one that stands out the most, and you can guess it with an ounce of common sense, and by staring at the photograph above. It also helps if i've told you..naturally.



i wish we weren't in recession, some money would be lovely now.

Prophetic Soul

By: Dorothy Parker
Because your eyes are slant and slow
Because your hair is sweet to touch
My heart is high again, but oh
I doubt that this will get me much

Rimbaud, c'est toi?

Jadis, si je me souviens bien, ma vie était un festin où s'ouvraient tous les coeurs, où tous les vins coulaient.

if that is you, Rimbaud, the boy in the center holding his chin up because of the heavy, lethargic gaze..
i am infatuated

LUST/LUST

i am simply dying for this piece from Neurotica's There's No Such Place Collection.
MONEY, PLEEZ?

ay, por la calle brotando lagrimas de oro

Finalmente, escribo en español. Es algo muy raro, les digo, aunque es mi primer lengua. Franca y honestamente, la razón porque nunca escribo en español es porque no lo domino. iHorrible, lo sé! Cuando me encuentro con las ganas y el esfuerzo de escribir en mi lengua, el único remedio es empezar y no terminar hasta que esté satisfecha.. que toma mucho tiempo, considerando todas las correcciones gramáticas que tengo que hacer. Bueno, hoy es uno de esos momentos que siento que sólo puedo hablar en español para expresarme correctamente, y porque? Un amigo mio de California, Dalton (compañero cinéfilo) me contó sobre su viaje filantrópico en que fue a Méjico con un grupo de amigos para construir casas. Ahora, automáticamente he prendido la computadora y no he parado de escuchar a Manu Chao. Creo que la canción Welcome to Tijuana fue el colmo para yo realizar finalmente mi fantasía de ir a Méjico pronto.

Welcome to Tijuana

Tequila, Sexo, Marihuana

Welcome to Tijuana

Con el coyote no hay aduana

No puedo sacar estas letras de mi cabeza. De repente, tengo ganas insaciables de ir a Méjico y reproducir a la película Y Tu Mamá También. Bueno... algo parecido, pero básicamente quiero decir que quiero ir a pasarla bien con dos chavales que se parezcan a Diego Luna y Gabriel García Bernal. Mira, que esa escena donde bailan los tres juntos pone a mi hormonas en un estado similar a las de un chico de trece años viendo su primer porno. Irracional y adolescente, pero, eso pasa.
Déjame tratar de ahora sonar un poco más culta e intelectual, que debo admitir que lo soy aunque no se note tanto en este "post". Tambien me fascinaría ir a Méjico por su fértil e interesantísima historia y cultura. Amo viajar y ser expuesta a diferentes culturas y modos de vida, etc. Muero por visitar las ruinas y meterme en un cine local tarde en la noche y comer la comida indígena a Méjico.

Bueno, les dejo con esta fantasía mia. Y la razón por la fotografía la digo ahora en inglés, por razones que no contaré pero que pienso que son obvias. The photograph is as sleazy as segments of the trip will be. It is as if Y Tu Mamá Tambien was condensed into one image: chingando y pasandola bien, con fervor por la vida.

adiós

a pig's eye view of literature

By: Dorothy Parker
Byron and Shelley and Keats
Were a trio of Lyrical treats.
The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls,
And Keats never was a descendant of earls,
And Byron walked out with a number of girls,
But it didn't impair the poetical feats
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley and Keats.


dorothy, you have dazzled me. all i read by you is sublime. a true poet. i shall purchase everything you've written! also, to the readers, i will be posting a dorothy parker poem every once in a while now.

(Portrait by Vincent Van Gogh, i simply cannot find the title!)

jewz and alcohol-induced escapades

sounds like i'm in seventh grade all over again. This weekend was raging mad, i can only recollect several things to write them in this blog, for others are lost in my drunk memory forever. Well, to begin, this last week I had been going to the Tapia Theatre in Old San Juan for rehearsals for the school's musical: Fiddler on the Roof. (Hence the whole 'jewz' segment of my title). I was there, every day, from 6-10pm, without fail. On friday, I got to miss school on account of we had day-long rehearsals. Of course, as pathetic and 'high-school' that we are, flasks were smuggled in and i was kindly invited to have some, in the comfort of the men's dressing room. Lovely. Well, friday went well, though we left very very late at night, since we did, in fact, have a show. That night was mediocre after.

The next day, I did most of my studies and then went back into the theatre later in the evening, for another run of the show. After the show, which ended at eleven-something, I had to go to a surprise party for my friend Nicole. It was awfully awkward, so we decided to leave and drive over to some guy's house, Daniel, whom I lusted over back in my ZOMGZ BALDWIN JEWZ ARE SOO HOT 4evababiii~* days.. if that makes any sense to you. Anywho, we show up, by this time i've no clue what the hell is going on, and I'm in and out of giggle fits with gino in their kitchen stealing some of their rum to bring back to the people in the surprise party, as the kind and sharing individuals that we are known to be. We finally drove back to Nicole's at around 1 to 2 ish, and i was almost simultaneously picked up and driven home, to then stuff my face with sushi to try to sober myself up, and then simply pass out all in the comfort of my bed.

On Sunday, o sea, yesterday, it was the last production. After it, Madison and I got driven to Richart to eat and change, to go to the cast party at Lorena's. It was insane. I swear to each and every one of you, i have never drunken more in my existance. Not sleazy drinking though, it was all in good fun, and didn't end in my seeing my decomposed lunch on my lap. I am classy. Grandma's pearlz and all. I had several puffs of Cloves that they brought and were hidden away so well that I had to charm my way into having a drag or two. I drank this cinnamon schapps (?) with.. mhm... 24 KARAT GOLD IN IT. It was insane. All through the night, as the gold flakes and mimosas ran down my throat, I had a really great time. I haven't laughed the way I did in a while.
Essentially, I ended up passing out at four-ish curled up with gino on a bed making sleazy jokes and calling out to people who weren't even there. More giggle fits, HURRAH!

well.. that was my weekend, not that wild, or 'guey' as the spanish speakuhrz would say. I was reminded of the film Dazed and Confused, on account of the whole feel of these parties was along those lines. Great, though.
Well, now I must do homework, and hope to go watch a film later on today.

"A tangle of garlands in your hair. Of course you are pleasantly surprised."

loverface, wanna make you ejaculate 'till it's no longer fun.
bum ba dum.
I am not sure of the reasons, but all i have been able to listen to today, besides grunts coming from all my fellow high-schoolers being that it's the first day back from spring break, is Kevin Barnes singing to me. I listened to some in the car, and the line "I wanna turn you on, I wanna make you cum 200 times a day" led my mother to change her mind about 'For Montreal' (which is what she calls it, has some difficulties with the preposition). She loved their Hissing Fauna album, but this one she finds awfully raunchy.

MUM, YOU'RE SO HIP, IT'S MAD!

I very much like this album, which I didn't even know had come out until Allyssa told me. Well, thanks to the EROTICA that is kevin barnes and all, i've been pretty damn hormonal these past few hours. I simply feel like slathering myself in glitter and gleefully giving into sodomy, á la glamrock. Well, i must go now and finish history homework, then go to rehearsals and work!work!work!
then Heroes..which, because it seems to be my not-so-guilty pleasure, i must watch or else I will have a harmful physiological response.

bitches aint shit

i have grown ballz, though it's been long overdue. today i have gotten off the cruise i was on and spring break is essentially ending in a couple of hours. in that cruise, i was able to muster up the wee ounces of social confidence that i have when it comes to first meeting people, and walk up to two boyz and attempt to bring up conversation. Anybody who can hold a conversation until about 3am is cool with me, specially when it has to do with Palahniuk and tin-foil raves.
We did, however, cower at the sight of swarms of hormonal freshmen gurlz with wide faces and scenexcore hair, which was both terrifying and gross.
it was quite the nice way to spend our last night

but now i am on the verge of passing out. i will later go more in depth regarding the vacation itself. things like that fact that i got to go on a boat that was built by a close friend of JACQUES COUSTEAU, which I actually think he sailed innit at one point.
oh, i saw squids as well, a barracuda which made me swim away faster than i have ever swam in my life and bring out my maternal instincts as i grabbed madison's hand and swam with her.

so yeah, my urban outfitters clothing came in today! I didn't order everything i was going to order, just the ivory dress, different tights (very art nouveau, for some reason), a faux leather backpack, and a really great mini blazer jacket sort of deal, it's lovely.

well, farewell. once again, i will later go on this and elaborate more on my fantastic vacation, perhaps post a picture or two?

so tropicuhl

Spring break begun today. Besides the fact that I am excruciatingly exhausted and my body feels weaker than ever, I am very very stoked for the week to come. I will be on a massive boat, with an unlimited supply of food and most of all, I will rest, watch films, and travel. It will be my first cruise, and i'm going with Madison, which will be incredible.

On a heavier subject, there is something that has been troubling me for the past months. This is a blog, so I reckon I should be pouring out all my secrets and all, but it'll only be a bother, and reach the eyes of people that don't necessarily need to know them.
All I want to know is why can't people stick to what they truly know, instead of feigning to aspire to other things, letting others have their own identities whilst one having ones' own is one of the loveliest things. Damn.

(photograph by Eugenio Recuenco)

real/ideal

I have decided that I will look like this during college. I will simply chop all of my hair off and wear rags that show off my feminuhn bod. I will major in cinema studies and drink cheap wine with my friends, as I do now. I will muster up my money each week from work to buy exotic cheeses and delicacies from Dean & Delucca, but besides that I will live off of ramen noodles and tacky diner food.
I miss the Angelika Theatre with the loud and disturbing subway noises.. and the delicious cupcakes at Magnolia Bakery.
Oh, tomorrow I'm going to watch an Opera because i'm so obscenely classy with my parents, and ginito & madison. It's going to be Carmen. I'm awfully excited, actually..

i wish i had a good april fools' joke to tell you guys, and by you guys I mean my readers (who are essentially allyssa and madison), but I unfortunately do not. I am exhausted and blehhh so I will now finish my cheat-cheat for history and go to bed.