i could really use a wish right now

have finally dragged myself away from watching the gossip girl season four promo video (it's only about a minute long, but i've watched it for a couple of hours eek) and am trying to get myself to think straight. Went out last night for my brothers birthday, had dinner with friends and ended up playing a game of darkone, which is like lazer tag in a pitch black warehouse. it's trippy really, as soon as my eyes adjust to the inky blackness, i'm just about given a heart attack from a random dousing of strobe lights. The darkzone thing was kind of a last minute decision so i was on heels for the 20 minutes or so that we were scrambling round in darkness, which, let me assure you is no easy feat.
have been keeping up with my pilates recently, i've found that combining toning excercises with fruit smoothies and late night jogs is a recipe for feeling fresher, happier and 5454074398943 times more productive than if i just chill at home reading vogue and watching the oc.

went to see the waiting city with a friend of mine who is a media uni student, so she knew the producer, anyway the film was intense. i'm not usually a fan of foreign films, especially ones in india or south east asia as i find them too confronting for just relaxing with a film, but i loved the waiting city. isabel lucas is possibly one of the most underrated actors and models to walk this earth. Her beauty isn't just breathtaking, it's actually ispiring. well at least it was in the film. She has such a natural, God given beauty that nobody could really ever compete with.

being rather pale and roughly half the towering beauty's height, i have since gone on a bronzing rampage, buying several summer indulgence bronzing products to try and bring back a tiny bit of confidence after seeing her stunning debut in the waiting city, alas, we are not all made with perfect bone structure, startling eyes and skin the colour of light mocha, yet luckily for isabel, she is one of the chosen ones. thankfully, she carries it off well.

hit me. just once i want to feel something.

originally went out tonight for sushi and to see the much obcessed about inception, but as generally happens when i desire to do something, something interfered with our plan. The theatre for inception filled up roughly five people before we reached the ticket stand, so instead we had japanese in this quaint little shop where there was a sushi train snaking amid everyone who was seated comfortably around the conveyer belt. After sushi and iced tea we ended up going shopping for nibblies at the iga before coming back for chai lattes in a coffee club booth. after mocking the standard dress of every teenage girl strutting past in tattered leggings and their tacky supre leather jackets, we decided to be rebellious and daring as it was indeed saturday night, which is how we ended up coming back to my house to watch gossip girl and the oc. GOOD TIMES.
Am currently flipping through the most recent vogue and adding roughly 3957935 more pages to my wish list in the back of my steadily growing organiser. There are no words for how desperately i wish i could hold the above leather alexander wang shorts which rumi neely luckily snapped up i see. i am literally at a loss when it comes to describing how badly and desperately i want them for my very own. Sadly my desire is quickly turning into obcession and i think it's time for me to go to bed with it being 1 am and all. Hope your saturday night was ridiculously snazzy.
arrividerci.
xo

I LOVE MAKING PUNK ROCK BARBIES

MAKING THAT HEADBAND RIGHT THIS SECOND. LITERALLY THE SAME COLOUR SCHEME> WHAT WHO SAID THAT'S COPYING? CLEARLY IT ISNT. IT'S CALLED INSPIRATION RECYCLING OK.

i may lack depth, but i have shiny hair.

there is a famine of beauty.
bought the september issue of Vogue today, and uh, can i say that i'm dissapointed?
i was expecting an onslaught of glamour and 500 pages, when all i got was a few pastel coloured outfits lacking in lustre and imagination. Of course Vogue is still Vogue and was defenitely worth every cent, however i guess i just expected more with it being the september issue and all.
OH WHICH REMINDS ME> I SAW THE SEPTEMBER ISSUE. THERE ARE NO WORDS.
it deserves a whole post on it's own, so i shall discuss it later, but my word, Anna Wintour is untouchable.That woman needs a monument in her place for her work. Plus bringing back fur. (ESPECIALLY BRINGING BACK FUR).
i went shopping today, basically bought some new makeup and this super nifty nail polish which literally blinds you to look at ( in other words i had to buy it straight away because uh, there are a few people who i would actually really like to blind) and i will now be sporting the glassy shell pink of my fingertips 24/7  thanks.
bought 39574052 lipsmackers, simply to return to those fond childhood memories of lining all my little strawberry smackers up on my dresser, my only knowledge of make-up.
OH AND HAPPY LIBERATED WOMEN'S WEEK. HOPE YOU FEEL LIBERATED.
au revoir
PS> in case my theme isn't obvious, i'm very taken with the idea of prettiness recently. hard to achieve in a schoo uniform, but for all of you who aren't restricted by school policies embrace the feminine look! it's flattering, i promise.