To twit or not to twit?

So, I was thinking of getting a Twitter to get to know the bloggers on here better. Is it a good idea? I have no clue.

And also...

JUNE 16th - JUNE 18th

Yes, I'm going to New York! We're doing a lot of the tourist-y things (bleh, but hey, it's part of a choir trip; what would you expect?), but there will definitely be a ton of free time for shopping regular stores, not outlet malls. I'm so excited!

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Copy Cat with Yarn

Libertine F/W 09; Chanel S/S 09

Um, yeah, Libertine? It's called Yokoo gone bad, hun. Well, technically "huns," but that makes it more of Atilla the Hun...

(By the way, I'm sorry I've been so busy. I got sick recently and stayed home from school, went home sick from school the next day, and my musical's first show opens in 2 weeks. I'm probably going to be on more seldom than I am now, but I'm just warning you.)

Alexander Wang: Uber love?

So, I was actually really disappointed by Alexander Wang's S/S 09 collection. I dunno, I never wear color. It wasn't me. And plus, I'm not sporty. I died last summer during summer gym (summer gym is when you have to take gym over the summer, so you could have gotten a lunch the next school year, which I still didn't due to bad scheduling on my councilor's part...).

But, I saw this all black collection with some white, which just epitomizes me in general, and I just died inside. I went bananas (yes, Rachel Zoe-ism indeed). I can't decide what I like more: the amazing flat boots, the fantastic geometric cuff, the Margiela-esque white oxford shirts, or just...everything! It was so good. Hence the crappy, paint valentine above.

On another note, I finally got the Metro Chic nail polish from Sephora after a couple months of it being sold out. It's an amazing color, and I can't wait to paint my nails tonight.

And since none of you got where my writing thing was loosely based upon, here's the giveaway.

My Fashionable Dream

Now, if anyone determines what TV show episode this is based off, I will love you forever and feature you in my next post.

[GINNY is sleeping in her bed. The sheets that cover her visually move up and down as she breathes. She lies on her side towards her alarm clock that shines an off-yellow light from its face. The time says 2:34 AM.]

[Suddenly, a ghost-like CARINE ROITFELD appears above her head. She is wearing a Margiela coat, a simple black knee-length dress, and Christopher Kane ankle boots. Surprisingly, her features have many similarities to Ginny’s friend Sara, not Carine Roitfeld.]

CARINE ROITFELD: Bonjour Ginny! Bonjour…?
GINNY [waking up]: Hello?
CARINE: Bonjour, I am Carine Roitfeld.
GINNY [rubbing eyes]: You’re Carine Roitfeld? You kind of look like my friend. That would have been the most–
CARINE: So, Ginny, I come to your call about your fashion problems.
GINNY: Huh?
CARINE: Your clothes, your shoes...
GINNY: I know that, but I don’t know your phone number.
CARINE [head in hands]: Of course you don’t know my phone number. Julia probably doesn’t know my phone number. I don’t even know my phone number!
GINNY: I am very sorry to hear that.
CARINE: That’s okay. So, as I was saying, your wardrobe? Is it dysfunctional?
GINNY [sitting up in bed]: Yes. I mean, look at my closet! [points to closet] It consists of just shades of grey and some occasional blue. [CARINE floats over to closet to have a look] And my jewelry! Sure, that necklace is Marc by Marc Jacobs, but the guitar shape is really getting on my nerves. [CARINE floats over to her guitar watch necklace and attempts to pick it up, but her hand cannot grasp it]
CARINE: Well, I must agree with the necklace. Though remotely cool, it is in no way classy.
GINNY: Agreed. But, I’m stuck. I need a better wardrobe. I have no real inspiration. I’m in this shell, and I can’t really get out. I’m very enclosed.
CARINE: Basically, you’re scared.
GINNY: Not really, just my personality is unwilling to break free for some reason. [CARINE floats over and sits on the bed]
CARINE: You’re being very serious, yes?
GINNY: I guess. [large audible sigh] I don’t know.
CARINE: Well, it helps to know Karl Lagerfeld.
[awkward silence]
GINNY: Well, what if you don’t know him?
CARINE: Oh yes! I know! Uh, um [becomes frazzled and looks around frantically] here. [CARINE suddenly takes her studded Givenchy blazer out of her coat pocket and hands it to GINNY]
GINNY: How did you take that out of your pocket?
CARINE: Like I said, I know Karl.
GINNY: But, Carine, I can’t accept this. It’s too beautiful.
CARINE: Um, that’s how I bought it. Its love has been replaced by the YSL cage heels. Take it or else. [CARINE gives GINNY a grimacing glare]
GINNY: Okay! Okay, I’ll take it. Just let me hold it for a second. [CARINE rolls her eyes and gives GINNY the blazer to hug. GINNY hugs for a couple seconds and gives it back to CARINE]
CARINE: I TOLD YOU TO–
GINNY: Could you put it in my closet? I’m too lazy to do so myself. [CARINE glares at GINNY once more and moves the blazer to the closet]
CARINE [looking at clock]: Gosh, it is late, isn’t it? I have lunch scheduled with Emmanuelle tomorrow. I should go.
GINNY: Merci, Carine.
CARINE: De rien, Ginny. Remember to wear your blazer tomorrow. It has to be with black skinny pants.
GINNY: I’ll be sure to do that.
CARINE: I’ll be off. Au revoir!
GINNY: Au revoir!
[GINNY waves slightly as CARINE fades away. She then puts her head back on her pillow and goes to sleep. A second later, GINNY’s alarm clock rings, and it’s 6:15 AM. She looks towards her closet to see if CARINE’s beloved blazer is still there. The hanger is empty.]
GINNY: Dammit.

Immediate black out.

End scene.

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I kind of sort of want...

...these desperately.

Posso the Spat The Subject Boot (Revolve Clothing)

(And I apologize for not updating often. Student staff for theatre takes up all my time. Middle schoolers: if you're ever offered to do student staff as a freshman, don't do it. It's a hard love-hate relationship.)

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