Monday, July 30, 2012

FREE KITTEN

YOOO.





So I decided to do a little *experiment.* I'm gonna write a poem (EWWWW POEMZZZZZ THAT'S GROSS WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? SOME STUPID KNOW-IT-ALL WHO HAS A BLOG NO ONE READS AND GIVES TWO DIMENSIONAL FEMINIST RANTS AND A KISSASS ENGLISH TEACHER'S PET WHO STAYS UP AT LUNCH TO DO SOCIAL STUDIES EXTRA CREDIT EVEN THOUGH YOU DON'T NEED IT AND THINK MR. HISTORY IS A BIG SCHMUCK? Actually, yes.) based on some songs and pictures I found on Tumblr.


so uhh i haven't written poetry in a while
i have to get used to it again
yeah

        

          Free Kitten



          Right here, underneath the royal chocolate gloss mailbox where the raindrops race down the blue rust sides
          Step around big grey sweater hug (the sleeves are too long, but she likes it that   way) fat baby screamcry mushroom cloud puddles.
          Fish stench diaper soiled rash white cherry rot soggy tissues and tobacco on the bottom of an Italian shoe


           
  

          He bends down despite skinny light khakis already wet at the ankles.




          Grey spots tickle soft warm pink with weathered rough
          Permanent smile infection white bumps from pointy teeth sticking out
          Little vibrate noise sings from scabby neck
          Big chartreuse smeyes
          Small meow shows off shiny happy pointy pokey white babies
          There’s dirt and pebbles and egg yolk stuck in its fur 




          Thick black buddy holly frames magnify midnight nightmare cool true blues
          Coconut noodle poppy seed daze
          Dapper yuppie hot chocolate boy
          White apple red circle green circle white circle safari snappy shutter
          Ah how cute -share-

          He leaves it to drink its own pee because he’s cleanly shaved and his breath is ripe with party.
                                              
                                       















          Small speaker fierce blondie short bangz snarl.


That's my poem. I know it's not very good (I'm trying not to be more pretentious than I already am here...) but hopefully I can improve with practice! ~*~*~*yay*~*~*~

SOURCES: monks, mushroom cloud, bald kitten, heathers, nirvanaturquoise, bacon-chocolate, edward scissorhands, egg, blue cat, the white stripes, rainbow kitty, bread, poppies, dieu, beach, bambi, courtney and marilyn and i think michael stipe
i'm not sure about the rest...

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Reaction to: THE ORACLE OF GIRL WORLD

**Anything I've posted with "Reaction to:" is part an extra credit I'm doing, which is entering a New York Times writing contest.**

Forward/Intro/Who cares what it's called, just get to the point already, you annoying piece of poop with little chunks of carrot and magenta glitter in it:
           Okay! Every single girl who's ever started a blog ever within the past two years probably has some connection (e.g. totally rips her off with every little shtick she's ever used in her writing to every inspiration post picture-- I think I'm guilty myself, so yeah) with Tavi Gevinson. I would never start this blog without her, so here are my two cents!
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            This week, the article “Oracle of Girl World” caught my attention. It’s about pint-sized teen fashion blogger, Editor-in-Chief of Rookie magazine, and wunderkind, Tavi Gevinson.
           I spent last summer at camp devouring my friend’s large stack of Teen Vogues. Although I was slightly put off by the Joe Jonas covers and Demi Lavato photo shoots—reading about the stars of Camp Rock doesn’t guarantee a spot in the indie hall of fame—I felt like this whole “Teenage Girlhood” thing that I’m a part of was finally turning out to be, well, cool. As my appreciation for coral lipsticks and last autumn’s massive tribal afghan shawls grew, I stumbled across a write up on Tavi and died at the mention of Heathers and officially crowned her “Coolest Girl in the World.” I eventually read almost every blog post ever published on Style Rookie and became religiously attached to Rookie. She created the whole “living in aesthetic worlds” thing and making long “inspiration” blog posts (usually consisted of stills from The Virgin Suicides and Ghost World) that EVERY SINGLE TEENAGED GIRL WHO HAS EVER REMOTELY SET FOOT IN A THRIFT STORE DOES. Tavi rules an entire subculture and always manages to delight us with quality work that’s unbelievably honest and special, while hating everyone 95% of the time (being a teenager) and going to school, too.

she can do music, too!

            She doesn’t live a normal life at all. Just getting by, or being expected to do homework while there’s TUMBLR is already almost too much to ask for. She has to worry about her business succeeding and constantly get judged by strangers, accusing her of being a fake or a poser, complaining about every time she writes something that doesn’t include ethnic women or is sponsored by a company they don’t agree with. So much of herself is put out there and ultimately torn apart. It’s hard to be carefree and enjoy life when everything is so complicated. All this aside, she’s always been able to always keep going strong.



            Tavi Gevinson, I salute you.


ALL IMAGES VIA WWW.THESTYLEROOKIE.COM

Reaction to: SAVVY, VULNERABLE, AND BRIMMING WITH ATTITUDE

This week, the slideshow, “Savvy, Vulnerable, and Brimming With Attitude” caught my eye. Photographer, Amy Touchette takes pictures of New York City kids and presents us a totally raw depiction of individuals that each occupy a small part of this Big Apple and its legacy. A city dweller and na├»ve, know-it-all thirteen year old myself, I was immediately wistful and my chest puffed up with cozy hometown pride when I saw this. Touchette’s portrayal is incredibly honest. She didn’t just go after the indie, modern day Robert and Patti’s or try to make some two dimensional, feministing statement about beauty standards by taking pictures of “real girls” who don’t mid treating themselves to the (not so) occasional brownie. She makes use of the entire palette. Each face, outfit, or familiar park bench is presented in pure, uncompromised fashion, but may be more extraordinary and nostalgia inducing than a million words.
source

"Inro the Forest" by Lucy Dodds
Many people probably don’t get what’s so great about a couple of reckless, confused adolescents. What “greater insight” could a couple of annoying rookies have? Something about being a city kid, about the things we’ve seen, heard, and tasted, separates us from kids living in the suburbs. You can see it in the pictures. Our lives are a little more elaborate. We encounter a lot on a daily basis. We’re all a part of this HUGE, densely packed world that’s filled to the brim with a little bit of everything. It takes more brain power to take in blue hair so bright it hurts your eyes, massive gages, and junkies shooting up than you might expect. This unique, but usually unacknowledged, puffy black-eyed ripeness is put in the spotlight thanks to Amy Touchette. 
my frands being city-ish or whatever
I DON'T KNOW


TWO HUNDRED GIRLS AND TWO MUSCULAR MAINTENANCE MEN AND NO COMPUTERS OR AIR CONDITIONING

You guessed it! I just had myself a hearty two weeks at camp!
me and my bff carlin






me, carlin, kate
            It was SO INSPIRING. I totally found myself, laughing away day after day with my dear friends from Suburbia. In the brochure, they make sure to point out how good all of the screaming about superstitions involving ghosts and the apocalypse is for our moral development and mental health. Although I’m separated from my beloved apple ginger candies and organic blue corn taco shells, THE FOOD WAS FANTASTIC! (I only gained fifteen pounds last year.) Those undercooked French fries and chicken nugget-turds were sublime.

watch me be humiliated lawl
            WHY DO YOU KEEP GOING TO CAMP IF YOU HATE IT SO MUCH?!?!?!?!?
           (Okay, Microsoft Word is seriously spazzing. It just told me to change “do” in the above sentence to “does.”)
there's a day where you're supposed to be randomly kind so...

            Well, to answer your question, small person sleeping in my brainwaves, I have friends there, so flock off already. I don't hate it that much.


             Ultimately, THIS PERSON is the reason why I stayed at camp:

kate is a seagull

             So it's almost three in the morning and I'm thinking straight. I got new sunglasses and I'm totally not so vain and I know this song isn't about me, so I took pictures of myself.








no more retainer!
(during the day at least)
       I heart Beat Happening.