favorite present

cause my dads awesome and picked out the best charms :)

When you were young cover

my best friend sent me this video
and it took a good... 2 days to load
(thankyou snow storm)
however- i think it was well worth the wait
give it a listen here

dear blog world

if a certain renshaw loved me
she would say ''i want your cuddles, bring them to me''
but alas she has a new best friend and lover.
let this be known, i dislike you miss renshaw. you suck.

procrastisanta?

Since I am still not done with my christmas present creations... im going to think about things i want
for christmas. any thing. that does not. involve.  decoupage. if i decoupage one more thing today i am going to rip my god damned eye balls straight from the socket.

yeah that about sums it up folks. 

clever in december playlist.

life

                  me: so wait. why'd you break up with him?
                  her: so i could cuddle with all my friends
                                         ...and kiss them
                                          me: this is true.

BOOM HEADSHOT, YOU SUCK. 

vomit?

some boys make me wana be this. 

ugly dance

i feel stupid when im dancing
wanna see?

Stereomood.com

This is in fact my mood as of this moment.

Of course, that is because i am from Bohemia.

Duh.

check out the Bohemian station on steromood.com

Stereomood Mission;

''behind every song there's always an emotion. we don't know why but maybe that's why we love music.

so we've created a way to suggest songs that follow your feelings: stereomood is the emotional internet radio, providing music that best suits your mood and your activities.''

stumbling again

you have to read this.



The world is meaningless, there is no God or gods, there are no morals, the universe is not moving inexorably towards any higher purpose. All meaning is man-made, so make your own, and make it well. Do not treat life as a way to pass the time until you die.
Do not try to "find yourself", you must make yourself. Choose what you want to find meaningful and live, create, love, hate, cry, destroy, fight and die for it. Do not let your life and your values and you actions slip easily into any mold, other than that which you create for yourself, and say with conviction, "This is who I make myself".
Do not give in to hope. Remember that nothing you do has any significance beyond that with which imbue it. Whatever you do, do it for its own sake. When the universe looks on with indifference, laugh, and shout back, "Fuck You!". Rembember that to fight meaninglessness is futile, but fight anyway, in spite of and because of its futility.
The world may be empty of meaning, but it is a blank canvas on which to paintmeanings of your own. Live deliberately. You are free.  Existentialist on Jan 12, 2010 @ 00:45

this will be in my home.

i too hope a squadron of vagina's finds it's way to my crotch.

things that mean nothing that actually mean something

While stumbling, i saw this poem.

i have known every line since i was ten

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do you know what

Would be really really awful...
if by chance i started stumbling
and stumbling
and stumbling
til i couldnt stop
and then i realized i didnt do my art management midterm
OH WAIT- THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN DONE AND I COULD BE STUMBLING HAD MY PARTNER NOT GONE M.I.A TEN MINUTES BEFORE BATTLE.

ehem.
not that im annoyed or anything.
Alas- i will return to 8tracks to listen to the "relax its just finals" mix.
http://8tracks.com/clarabellee/relax-it-s-just-finals-mix

i could really use

some of this shit right here
fuck finals week

procrastination

while i should have been doing my paper i decided to give into my newest addiction-
stumbleupon.com
oh my lord the things this site has done to me-but it has also sparked a new love for margaret atwood


You Fit Into Me
Margaret Atwood


You fit into me 
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye

fuckyeahliberalists.

blameitonthevoices.com

"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;

 For now hath time made me his numb'ring clock:
                           

                      My thoughts are minutes"

-William Shakespeare. 

this man

Is all I need right now

and a bowl pack

and a cigarette

and some cuddles

lots and lots of cuddles

shes not a monogamous lesbian.

I used to think forever was a really long time, recently even
I had this idea of the rest of time as taking too long, too slowly, but im realizing now that the rest of my life is really close. Grasping the concept of not coming home is harsh. Holding the idea of being on my own is trumping me. The fact that my video is not loading is going to drive me insane.
finals week is ripping me in two.
pancake madness here i come.

still i long for a better day

I wish it wasnt too cold to smoke a cigarette.
I wish i was asleep.

I wish i had ivory tips... what ever that means.

new hair new try

I just watch the people

Today was my scheduled meeting with Samantha Kirby of the William Morris Endeavor.
How awful would it have been if I missed the train into the city and couldnt make my appointment,
oh wait.
that happened.
BUT every door that closes opens a new one, and I have another appointment tomorrow afternoon in which I have permission to video record her and our interview.
So at the current moment in time, im searching for a straight razor to do hilarious things to my head.
as in im cutting it
yea mayn.

my weekend

was really interesting... so my video did not get made, and my paper did not get written, and it is finals week and I am interviewing Sam Kirby of the William Morris Agency on tuesday.
My. Life. Is. Complete.
dream job.
distractions a funny thing.
And now dear blogging world, i leave you to write about philosophers for whom i do not care.

Lets get down to business

We all know im charming- so charming in fact that  i can do this to my head and it wont look bad at all.
No but really, it will happen. In the mean time how ever, im going to miss car rides in the cold air while she pulled my hair to tell me where to turn, when cigarettes were scarce and sacred, when blankets and borders were all that mattered- back before my Ida Maria cd skipped, when my speakers were still usuable. To days hiking miserably through the hot woods as the young bloods catch us tanning pants less. Its your turn to cut my hair on top of the world under the stars as the circle of life plays. my love for mackenzie

love you, love you

One horrible habit I have is constantly comparing my life to movies, within this obsession there is a small side effect in which I believe I am in fact in a movie, thus for I have narrations, monologues... and a sound track. Awkward as fuck. Reminiscent of the January most recently past, Love You Madly played on repeat in my head true to form though; not on my recently blown car stereo due to a severe lack in Ipod-_-

Of course however, there is the rest of my Thanksgiving break that is being terribly neglected for now as I currently feel like a honey pot in my heart. 

That got weird fast. 

My boyfriends a cool guy who listens to good bands like Cake

Cake- Love You Madly

I PROMISE....

that there will be a new video every week... and that when its not black friday and 6:44 am without any sleep; i will have semi interesting things to say. For the time being how ever I think it is only necessary to pay homage to the band that kept me awake the six hours i ''shopped'' with no money (as in- i watched).
Oh Say Anything- without you, I may have driven my car off the road.
Spores- Say Anything.

Sanities running low...

After a pack of cigarettes was lost in Manhattan, this post was born. 

The song is called Surgery, and rapidly the muses are shifting.