Junebug

Sorry I've been away. College has been busy.
I just wanted to thank all rocks on the earth for being there. Rocks are the beginning and thats what we will all end up as. The rock is the most understated matter in this earth. Rocks are admired for their eternal shine and glisten, the symbol of an everlasting marriage. But the most honest metaphor is the rock underneath our feet, it holds us up even when we think we are walking unaccompanied. It is giving us support and cradling the weight of a billion others,not only that, but sustaining the energy and tenacity to hold itself up as well. Oh Dammit Granite! I love you!

Bird in the lost lands

due to circumstances, zack and I  have decided to chill out for awhile. It was mutual we are fine. Just crappy times. So I have been thinking about this e e Cummings poem that I dearly love.


It may not always be so;and I say
That if your lips, which I have loved,should touch
Another's and your dear strong fingers clutch
His heart as mine in time not far away;
If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know, or such
Great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

If this should be, I say If this should be-
You of my heart,send me a little word;
That I may go unto him, take his hands,
Saying, accept all happiness from me.
Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

Trompe le Monde

Jesus Christ I'm tired of being bored!
Today was a good day. I have received an iPhone! Yay Apple! SO here is my love story of my new phone affectionately named Giselle.

First Meeting. I knew across the verizon store it was love at first sight

Our first kiss was sweet and sincere and slightly awkward like all first kisses

It slowly progressed to more kisses....I could not resist the sexy sound of Siri's voice any longer

Siri did not make me a sandwich like I asked her too so we broke up.

So there is the love story of Heather and Giselle (her iPhone. )

Also check the SWEET Eeyore pjs. Aren't they just awesome? 

Strawberry Fields Forever

SO I'm dying my hair once again to a darker strawberry. It just suits me I think. So here are some before/after pics.
I am being all sexy in my nightie and hair tie. I think I look like a 1940's housewife.

Or a woman at walmart. very very fine line

I'm loving it. Oh how I missed my strawberry locks.

I'm blue daba dee daba die

Okay so a lady took my pictures today...Told me to have two different looks prepared. One that was Heather Pharis...and the other that was something completely out there and anti Heather. SO I went out there with some blue lipstick and odd one eye thing. LOL. I oddly looked awesome in my blue hat and makeup. My grandmother bout had a heart attack because of this unorthodox look.

But you know It was fun. I felt happy using makeup as crayons....Hell isn't that the point?

Beautiful Enigma

So a high school friend of mine has a hobby of composing classical music. He is a sophomore. Can you  imagine being 15-16  and writing classical music....its amazing. Here it is
Is it not ridiculously beautiful?

Sticky Wicket

Okay So I am in need of help. I have a black fridgerator....I know we are all now in unison saying "why it gotta be black?!?" don't lie. you thought it.
Anyways I received a bitchin' blues brothers house of blues sticker from a dear old friend....and it has now graced its presence on my black ,oh  excuse me, African American  refrigerator. *I am definitely not being serious*
It has now inspired me to go on a sticker tirade. I am decorating my fridge with random stickers. If any of y'all have any that are probably laying around your house.... if they are interesting and cool....hand them over to me like your first born son. Kicking it old testament tonight babycakes!
Seriously. I would appreciate it.
Here are some stickers that I have collected already. Aren't they the bees knees?

Well I'll probably regret this later

Okay this is me dancing Stoned on some kidney painkillers. Why I felt like dancing while passing some stones Ill never know. I don't even remember this. I don't understand how my mother let me do this. Or why she is videotaping it. I don't remember anything about my my kidney issues except the drugs felt good. 

SUPAH old video. I suck. The quality sucks. There is literally nothing I like about this except for how deliciously creepy my basement is. 

You tell me you're interested, and I'll drop everything

With my parents working and my brother in class, I was all alone in an empty house. And if anyone has a history of depression like I do, you'd know that depression and loneliness is like prozac and gin. I spent the past week trying to find something to do. Naturally, I went to my friends to solve this problem.
Monday (without my family knowing) I traveled to Milledgeville with my dear friends Maurice,Lori, and her love interest Juan. I said my goodbyes to them, and spoke empty promises of going to see them soon. The truth is that with them on the other sides of the state, I probably won't even remember what they look like. Which is sad, because they have been such a huge part of my high school life. In fact we got on talking about college and adulthood and we sounded like our parents.It got me concerned. Can a friendship built in a different environment, with different situations, and with younger versions of ourselves ever have the same friendship? Can our relationships grow with us? Or do we stay stuck in that state of nostalgia with our friends, like two old war buddies discussing the good old days? do we have to move on?

A terribly old and terrible picture of Maurice and I. My dearest,closest friend.

Both Lori and Maurice moved today, and I'm left alone here. Lonely,frightened of the future, holding on to the past, and craving something to distract me.
 Lets do the math.

I have 9 more days. The square root of this is 3 modernist poetry books (which I bought). Add 2 best friends who moved on to college without me, You get 5 digits. 5 digits is 1 hand or foot. 1 hand= to the opportunity to reach out and grasp.

Nighty Night

Okay So I collect vintage nightgowns... slightly odd thing I know... but they are so beautiful to me. They are the sexiest thing a woman could possibly put on. Its intimate. I mean look at Rita Hayworth! She could rock a nightgown!

So here are my new additions to my  vintage nightgown collection.

Well thats about it. I really do love them all. especially the long peach one with the matching jacket. It has the most flattering back.