Oh Romeo

While looking for that last video I posted, I found this montage of Romeo + Juliet scenes with Radiohead's Talk Show Host playing over it.  This movie was my sixth grade obsession.  I watched it as often as I could, went on Geocities (!) fan sites for it, and even remember YM magazine having these collectible Romeo + Juliet postcards and me trying to collect every single one of them.  I memorized all the lyrics to The Cardigans' "Lovefool", and I tried to model my narrator outfit for our Greek play after one of Claire Danes' Miu Miu Juliet gowns.  And then I went obsessive-stalker on Leonardo DiCaprio, and found out everything from how he got his name to his unattractive model girlfriend at the time.  I recall being disappointed upon discovery that he was a Scorpio because I'm a Gemini, and Scorpios + Geminis are supposed to have ill-compatibility*.  And I was even more saddened by the fact that he was 23 or something at the time, and I was only 12, as if the only thing preventing us from being together was our age difference.

And then time passed and Titanic happened, I grew up, he got all fat and my love affair with him ended.  I was a superficial teenager and had moved on to other boy wonders like Freddie Prinze Jr.  Sorry Leo.  However, amongst all the other Bop-tastic boys - from Devon Sawa (I'm embarrassed to even type that name) to Trent from Daria (yes, a cartoon), you will always hold a particularly special place in my heart.


*boyfriend now is a Scorpio, woops!  I defy you stars!
*Leo's ex-girlfriend, Bar Rafaeli, has the same exact birthday as me.  Same day, year.  I guess if I became a supermodel my 12-year-old dream could come true!

Your Crazy Kitten Smile

I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
And wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave
Don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave
Don't leave

I'm not living, I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands, your crazy-kitten smile

Just don't leave
Don't leave

True Love Waits - Radiohead

I always forget about this song because it's much lesser known, but every time I rediscover it I fall in love with it all over again.  Everything about it is romantically perfect (except maybe the niece line).

Buy me, buy me!

This is what the Maje and Sandro collections said to me as I approached their area at Bloomingdales today.  I would have gladly done so since I loved absolutely everything and had no idea they were carried at Bloomingdales, but I need a real jobby job first.  Only then will I be able to indulge in some Maje skinny leather pants, blush moto jacket, and fifty million other spring items that I needed so badly I had to leave to prevent any sort of impulse buying.

On a side note, the Maje shopping site leaves much to be desired.  I know it is new, but more than half of the obsessive-worthy things I saw in store are not even on the website.

Up next: job.

Food Phase #10

Note: I gave this title food phase #10, but I really don't know what number it is. I've had many.

I'm not sure if this is a normal thing for people, but I go through food phases. Usually these are junk food phases focused on one particular treat, not phases like eating mostly Italian or Mexican food. These phases are characterized by cravings for one particular food item for a number of weeks until I get too sick of them and/or too fat. And during these cravings, nothing else really satisfies and quenches my hunger except that specific item. Past food phases of mine include Hostess Ho-Hos, Hostess Powdered Donettes, Sour Patch Watermelon (while living in New York and encountering them at every newsstand and subway station), Magnolia Bakery banana pudding, Lays Limited Edition California Dill Pickle chips (these sound disgusting but were so delicious, please bring them back), Cadbury Crunchies, and many others I cannot remember at this late Sunday hour.

So my current craving is one that touches my Asianity. Weeks ago sometime in March while my momma was at the physical therapy place in Pomona, I had to pick up some Thai food for her at a nearby Thai restaurant. When I went to pay for the $6 order of wonton soup, I realized that there was a $10 minimum charge requirement. Since I only had a card, the nice lady at the counter said she could charge me for a Thai iced tea w/boba to make it $10. I agreed, and off I went. Once in my car, I took a sip of that Thai drank and was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. I'd had boba before so it shouldn't have been as surprising of an experience as it was. But for some reason I found it so very delightful.

And so it has become the craving of now. I often go to Volcano Tea here on Sawtelle, and wait in the long lines for an Almond Milk Tea w/ boba. It is delicious. If I'm at my parents' house, I go to a place called Juice Bar for my fix. I stopped at the Sawtelle location tonight on my way back from Temecula. I was wearing a "Pugs not Drugs" shirt, no bra, socks with ballet flats, and my bangs were going all sorts of ridiculous ways. My appearance was completely unacceptable, but I really wanted one and hadn't planned to stop anywhere on my way back to my apartment. The nice thing about Volcano Tea is that they're open super late (1a-2a) so I can go at all sorts of crazy hours.

I am glad this food phase is not as fattening as past phases. What's next? Perhaps something more savory? Some kind of new candy? A new Haagen Dazs flavor?

I will return with food phase #11 when it is known.


Currently listening: Pinback - Penelope
It's a lovely song, but I do think it's a lovely song about a... fish.

Drive Fast

I had this on my tumblr because it really is more of a tumblr-type thing than a bloggy-type thing, but I loved it too much that I couldn't not post it here too.

P.S. I know I keep changing the design/name of this blog. I can't help it! I'm a Gemini and we are indecisive and fickle. I thought white would be a good update. It's refreshing.

California Dreams

Kate Moss (but of course)

Do you remember that show? The one on late Saturday mornings in the mid-90s? It came on after like Saved by the Bell: The New Class? I kind of miss it.

Back to topic. After spending last summer in a sweltering concrete jungle with just one brief escape to the Hamptons, I'm super excited for this California summer. I don't think I've been to a real beach in over a year, and my pasty thighs are begging for some UV damage!

I've already got plans to get a not-so-expensive bathing suit from VS, and some fun bronzing lotion stuff. I visited my friend Dagmar from high school this Easter weekend and noticed how tan she was. She recommended I use this Victoria's Secret BeachSexy shimmery bronzing lotion, so I'm anxious to get it and rub it all over my jiggly white thighs.

And once I get a job (hopefully ASAP!) and things become a bit more predictable and stable in my life, I'm planning on a return trip to NYC. I really need to visit my fave consignment shops on the UES and East Village, Comptoir des Cotonniers, and grub down on some Shake Shack. But most of my summer will be here in California. Boyfriend and I have plans to go to Newport Beach for a day or weekend since he got this spa coupon thing that includes a facial, a massage, and maybe some other relaxing treats. I've really missed my California summers. I act like I've missed several when it's just been one. But that's enough to do it!

Whenever I have some free time I need to fix my header, find out how to stretch my pictures to the width of the posts, and overall dedicate more time to this blog. I need to take more pictures, period. Posts aren't as interesting when they're just words, are they?

Until we meet again - (wish for sun and employment)