AND I'm back on the blog radar!
Was honing in on my migration/isolation skills for a bit there.
And back home now so no weather/exam rut I was talking about earlier. OH YEAH.

1. JC Clinic Knockoffs.

2. Shorts Galore. Only 99 bucks each. 

3. My 16 year old sister's mood board.Teenage Dream. See that stuck on with the red and yellow pins? How apt is that?

You can expect to see me lunging my foot forward with that space shoe menace above soon. 

So white which is SIC. Right about now, it's windy and foggy back here in the hills and I'm off to read The Myth of Penelope and Odysseus. I probably should put on Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zero's 'Home' if you get my drift ..just rubbing it in. HOME. HELL YEAH! 

" When a male octopus spots a female, his normally grayish body suddenly becomes striped. He swims above the female and begins caressing her with SEVEN OF HIS ARMS. If she allows this, he will quickly reach toward her and slip his eighth arm into her breathing tube. A series
of sperm packets moves slowly through a groove in his arm, finally to slip into the mantle cavity of the female. "
Besides the usual fashion discourse, thought I'd inject this bit. Some graphic, trippy shizz yeah? And  psychedelic with all that reference to grayish body suddenly becoming striped and ooo..ooo SEVEN arms. No wonder I did a caps lock on that what with having only two arms to boast of for the average human. And I had weird projections of octopuses floating in my head all day, forget about the dating and mating which is just creepy. And getting tummy jiggles reading out sentences like " I scream. You scream. For ice cream. " This is what your language and linguistics paper can do to the average student. And seems I just got did. I really don't have a picture to go along with this post with all the exam and weather rut I'm in right now. Oh well, we'll just have to plod on then. *plod.plod.plod*