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Everyday look at a beautiful picture, read a beautiful poem, listen to some beautiful music, and if possible, same some reasonable thing. -Goethe
My mission, to follow and encourage others to follow the wonderful advice of Goethe. Let us not sour in the mundane realities of our lives; let us appreciate the beauty that is so fruitful all around us every day.
Author: Genie

Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Halloween Costume Ideas posted at 2:45 PM

If you're anything like me, you have absolutely no money for a costume this year. But who buys costumes anyways? Here are some ideas for easy costumes that are most likely just laying in your closet waiting for you!  
1. Morrissey
This one is a piece of a cake. Just get a blue/white/pink/awesome button up shirt, button it up half way (ladies wear some coverage underneath), then accessorize with a bunch of gaudy necklaces. Then just wear some faded loose jeans, bobby-pin or style your hair to make that perfect Morrissey poof, and you're good to go!
Also, don't forget to pin some flowers to your butt!

2. The Lobotomist
What could be more frightening than a doctor eager and willing to jam an ice pic into you eye socket? Go as Walter Freeman this Halloween by just wearing a tweed vest and pants with a nice tie and something that resembles a doctor's coat! Wear some round glasses if you got 'em, and the most important accessory is your ice pic!

Get a nice stick on mustache, too!
3. Laura Palmer

Twin Peaks is so in this decade (at least in my world it is) so why not evoke the past with a Laura Palmer impression? If you got the blonde hair, perfect, if not, you'll need a wig. That blonde hair is a staple Laura Palmer attribute.
I picked the Fire Walk with Me outfit just because it's easy. However, if you got the guts don't let me stop you from wrapping plastic all over yourself and painting your face blue.
4. Charlie Chaplin

If you have some oversized blazers and pants, this one's golden. Especially ig you live with your father - you can borrow his clothes! Just draw a goofy little mustache on your face (but make it wide else you'll be mistaken for Hitler) and some cartoon eyebrows and dig out a cane and just act as comical as possible.

5. Leon the Professional

My favorite assassin! Leon the Professional does more than just kill people, he fancies cute girls with attitudes. This costume is pretty easy, requires another oversized coat, but then underneath a white shirt should work. Then some black pants, boots, and round black glasses topped with a beanie make the outfit.
6. Daria

You can't not like this character, and only the coolest of people will know who you are (that goes for all these costumes, actually) so pair up a green blazer, orange shirt, black pleated skirt, combat boots, and some round glasses to complete the Daria look! Don't forget your sarcasm!


Wednesday, October 17, 2012
How to be a Liberal Arts major and not give a f*ck what anyone has to say about it. posted at 10:10 PM

While we women of dreary fashion and sarcastic humor are ritually confronted with daily misgivings as to what in the world we want to be when we "grow up", the decision eventually comes to "Well, I want to do well in school, and I'll only do well in school if I am studying what I'm interested in. Therefore I will major in [enter whatever major of mutually exclusive yet unexclusive diversity here] and make awesome grades and get into grad school and teach." Well at first I decided to cheat. Anthropology sounded convincing, because it's about humans and culture and has archaeology and everyone has dreamed at least once of brushing dirt off buried artifacts in Egypt with dusty khaki shorts and brown Timberland boots. Then I decided, why not a foreign language? But my creativity wouldn't be as widely utilized. Then, Humanities. But what in the world does that get you in life? So I decided on plain old History. And now, sitting here procrastinating, I have a five page Primary source analysis due in the morning, I can't help but ask myself, "What the f*ck were you thinking?" When I'm forced to write History papers I come up with the most outlandish cravings just to avert my attention. All of a sudden I want to drink an entire bottle of wine, or refurbish my wardrobe, or do a handstand against my wall (I've done all three). Out of no where I want a chocolate milkshake. Wait, what's that? I haven't been keeping up with my subscribed blogs? Oh, darn, I need to clean my bathroom RIGHT NOW. I can't possibly put that off. Is that a text?? Nope...is that one?? Bollix! Am I really so self destructive? I have two more years of tedious books and articles and two more years of writing papers that do nothing for my morale but inspire ridiculous neurotic behavior. And I just noticed my computer is set on British English spell check. Behavior does not have a U. Sorry Brits. I know I used bollix earlier, but I'm not a supporter of your grammar. So, let's make a point to this post. Let's decide what in the world us crazy Liberal Arts majors are going to do in the future. Well, my best decision I've come up with is become a librarian. When I tell people this they ask, "You have to go to school to be librarian?" It's a goddamn graduate program, motherbitches (yeah, don't know that word do you British dictionary?), respect it. That is perhaps my best advice to you. Go to graduate school and study something practical. Or become a nun. OR, start stretching rigorously everyday and join the circus as a contortionist. Did anyone realize I mentioned drinking an entire bottle of wine? I wasn't being fictitious. I really did. You know why? Because I had to break some guy's heart today. And now I'm blasting Neon Indian with my windows open and gulping down glass after glass of delicious red wine. Yes, I'm alone, and fuck off I prefer it this way. Now, I'm going off track. I wanted to discuss a very important film. And that film is Ghost World. That movie has never been so relevant to me as it was the seven months I was out of school and trying to figure out where I put my dignity.

Ghost World(2001)

This movie focuses on two girls fresh out of high school. Previously characterized by their hate of conventionalism and their resilience to conform to the expectations of the so-called "ghosts" that revolved around them, they experience isolation from each other as they realize that they're growing apart. Enid, our protagonist, befriends an older gentleman by the name of Seymour, who shares her perspective of the world as being made up of mindless zombies. Now the significance of this movie is relevant to me because I experienced the true "zombie" habitation. I pretended to be a zombie myself, though poorly glamored.

All my friends drank, smoked, and fucked on a daily basis. No, I was not nearly so brave as to indulge in such pleasures, but I tagged along pretending I was among the sinful ones. You see, I was a young girl lost and out of place. I wasn't in school which I so heavily rely on, I was working full time as a server, and my future was bleak and unforgiving. I had no idea where I was going to go for school, what I wanted to major in, and how in the world I could keep my neurosis at a healthy level. To pass the time, which felt like ages let me tell you, I hung out with these people who are going no where fast. Not only that, I can't define them as anything more than mere zombies with no conscience whatsoever. Their musical interests were limited to Lady Gaga and that damn song that says, "We are young...blah blah blah" (dear God I loathe that song so much I'm not even going to take the two seconds it requires to google it)and their film interests include The Hangover Part I and II. I don't know how I kept my cool so often. I could tell any form of a conscience was absent because they did whatever they wanted without regarding the consequences. They slept with whomever they pleased, they drank as much as their stomachs could take, and said whatever thought popped into their minds. I keep going off on rants. You see, before I related to this movie because I never related to other people. Like Seymour, I filled my life with useless things instead of connecting to other people. But actually being immersed in a conventional setting, I can say it might be easy to adapt to, if you point a gun to your conscience. "I mean it, conscience, don't say a damn thing. You shut your mouth." In regards to my original topic of being a liberal arts major and not giving a f*ck, drink a lot of wine. It makes your papers disappear. No I'm kidding, don't follow in my footsteps. Get a gameplan. Decide what you're going to do. Or, make something up. "I'm going to enter the art history division of the united nations and skeptically compare religious art to contemporary ethics in efforts to give innovation on new foreign policy approaches. I've already been given a job offer upon graduation." Say it really fast too so no one will realize what you just said.


Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Scanning makes the world go round posted at 4:33 PM

Buying a scanner has been the best investment I've made in a long time. Now I can scan all my Japanese magazines! There are so many cute pictures I can crop and share. So here's my tumblr: http://15minwithyou.tumblr.com/ where all my pictures will be posted. Some are from magazines, some are instax prints, some might just be whatever I feel like scanning! Check it out <3



Friday, August 19, 2011
Dress up posted at 5:01 PM

The Fujifilm Instax 210 camera is in my possession. I'm still working with it, testing the different lighting modes (lighter, darker, normal) as well as the two option focal points. It's an interesting instant film camera, and I love the wide film.



Monday, August 15, 2011
Judas! Would yo like a beverage? Try the mulled wine it's delicious! posted at 9:58 AM

When I was a kid, there was no movie I liked more than Mel Brooks' History of the World Part I. Of course as I kid I was innocent and naive, so the dirty jokes splayed throughout this movie flew right over my head. Now, I can watch this movie and truly appreciate it for what it is; a movie that shows us our history as well as remind us that we're just sex-crazed animals. Some people might gawk at this, be disgusted, throw up a little. But then we see the mighty Empress Nyphmo.

When I see her I think of Blanche Devoreaux and Samantha Jones if they had been a ginger Roman Empress. Not only is she gorgeous and sexy, but she knows sex is the only power she holds back in those times ruled by men.
Some awesome quotes:

Nympho: Wine please!
(servant brings the wine)
Servant: Say when.
Nympho: 8:30.


(Nympho is being carried in her paladin by soldiers)
Nympho: Stop!....Could you please step on the same foot at the same time?! MY TITS ARE FALLING OFF!


Marcus Vindictus: Oh, Nympho. I would do anything, anything if you'd only grant me your favours. How can I entice you? How can I ensnare you? What bait must I use to catch your love? I am your servant.
Nympho: Ahh, but the servant waits, while the master baits!


Nympho: What will happen to those men if they are caught?
Servant: If they're found, they're hung.
Nympho: Not necessarily!

But just reading those you can't truly capture how awesome she is. Here's some vids:

(easy when watching this one, there are some boo-tays.)

(horrible quality)

Of course, this movie is much more than just Empress Nympho in all her glory. It's comedic gold that will never be matched! One of my favorite parts is this:

Of course, you will truly only appreciate it if you were raised Christian or know anything about these stories. But it's funny.
Mel Brooks will always be "the one that got away" for me.

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Thursday, August 4, 2011
19 years later... posted at 7:40 AM

What's so special about turning 19? Anyone? No? Because there's nothing special about it! I got a tattoo. Woo-hoo, I got three at 18. I got an instant film camera. Woo-hoo, even a 4 year old can take pictures. I'm still in community college. I still work the same horrible job. The only thing 19 brings is the truth; I'm getting older everyday and it sucks. I'd rather be 18 forever. When I tell people that, they're like "Well don't you want to turn 21?" No. I couldn't care less about going out to bars and drinking. I couldn't care less about buying alcohol. I can just go to Canada if I'm feelin' crazy.
19 is how old my ex-best friend was when I first met him. I was 17 at the time. Even then I kept telling him how horrible it must be to be 19. He told me I would change my mind.
Can anyone tell me the benefits of being 19?



Tuesday, July 12, 2011
The Sea is Watching posted at 9:35 AM