tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64629318925235380512024-03-14T02:29:00.266-07:00the rent became whiskeyand my life became riskyAlyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-33187584608219106942009-12-27T01:45:00.001-08:002009-12-27T01:55:57.265-08:00fashion post tomorrow or bust<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;">1. If your throat tickles, scratch your ear.<br /><br />When you were 9, playing your armpit was a cool trick. Now, as an adult, you can still appreciate a good body-based feat, but you’re more discriminating. Take that tickle in your throat; it’s not worth gagging over. Here’s a better way to scratch your itch: “When the nerves in the ear are stimulated, it creates a reflex in the throat that can cause a muscle spasm,” says Scott Schaffer, M.D., president of an ear, nose and throat specialty center in Gibbsboro, New Jersey. “This spasm relieves the tickle.”<br /><br />2. Experience supersonic hearing!<br /><br />If you’re stuck chatting up a mumbler at a cocktail party, lean in with your right ear. It’s better than your left at following the rapid rhythms of speech, according to researchers at the UCLA David Geffen School of Medicine. If, on the other hand, you’re trying to identify that song playing softly in the elevator, turn your left ear toward the sound. The left ear is better at picking up music tones.<br /><br />3. Overcome your most primal urge!<br /><br />Need to pee? No bathroom nearby? Fantasize about Jessica Simpson. Thinking about sex preoccupies your brain, so you won’t feel as much discomfort, says Larry Lipshultz, M.D., chief of male reproductive medicine at the Baylor College of Medicine. For best results, try Simpson’s “These Boots Are Made for Walking” video.<br /><br />4. Feel no pain!<br /><br />German researchers have discovered that coughing during an injection can lessen the pain of the needle stick. According to Taras Usichenko, author of a study on the phenomenon, the trick causes a sudden, temporary rise in pressure in the chest and spinal canal, inhibiting the pain-conducting structures of the spinal cord.<br /><br />5. Clear your stuffed nose!<br /><br />Forget Sudafed. An easier, quicker, and cheaper way to relieve sinus pressure is by alternately thrusting your tongue against the roof of your mouth, then pressing between your eyebrows with one finger. This causes the vomer bone, which runs through the nasal passages to the mouth, to rock back and forth, says Lisa DeStefano, D.O., an assistant professor at the Michigan State University college of osteopathic medicine. The motion loosens congestion; after 20 seconds, you’ll feel your sinuses start to drain.<br /><br />6. Fight fire without water!<br /><br />Worried those wings will repeat on you tonight? “Sleep on your left side,” says Anthony A. Star-poli, M.D., a New York City gastroenterologist and assistant professor of medicine at New York Medical College. Studies have shown that patients who sleep on their left sides are less likely to suffer from acid reflux. The esophagus and stomach connect at an angle. When you sleep on your right, the stomach is higher than the esophagus, allowing food and stomach acid to slide up your throat. When you’re on your left, the stomach is lower than the esophagus, so gravity’s in your favor.<br /><br /><br />7. Cure your toothache without opening your mouth!<br /><br />Just rub ice on the back of your hand, on the V-shaped webbed area between your thumb and index finger. A Canadian study found that this technique reduces toothache pain by as much as 50 percent compared with using no ice. The nerve pathways at the base of that V stimulate an area of the brain that blocks pain signals from the face and hands.<br /><br />8. Make burns disappear!<br /><br />When you accidentally singe your finger on the stove, clean the skin and apply light pressure with the finger pads of your unmarred hand. Ice will relieve your pain more quickly, Dr. DeStefano says, but since the natural method brings the burned skin back to a normal temperature, the skin is less likely to blister.<br /><br />9. Stop the world from spinning!<br /><br />One too many drinks left you dizzy? Put your hand on something stable. The part of your ear responsible for balance—the cupula—floats in a fluid of the same density as blood. “As alcohol dilutes blood in the cupula, the cupula becomes less dense and rises,” says Dr. Schaffer. This confuses your brain. The tactile input from a stable object gives the brain a second opinion, and you feel more in balance. Because the nerves in the hand are so sensitive, this works better than the conventional foot-on-the-floor wisdom.<br /><br />10. Unstitch your side!<br /><br />If you’re like most people, when you run, you exhale as your right foot hits the ground. This puts downward pressure on your liver (which lives on your right side), which then tugs at the diaphragm and creates a side stitch, according to The Doctors Book of Home Remedies for Men. The fix: Exhale as your left foot strikes the ground.<br /><br />11. Stanch blood with a single finger!<br /><br />Pinching your nose and leaning back is a great way to stop a nosebleed—if you don’t mind choking on your own O positive. A more civil approach: Put some cotton on your upper gums—just behind that small dent below your nose—and press against it, hard. “Most bleeds come from the front of the septum, the cartilage wall that divides the nose,” says Peter Desmarais, M.D., an ear, nose, and throat specialist at Entabeni Hospital, in Durban, South Africa. “Pressing here helps stop them.”<br /><br />12. Make your heart stand still!<br /><br />Trying to quell first-date jitters? Blow on your thumb. The vagus nerve, which governs heart rate, can be controlled through breathing, says Ben Abo, an emergency medical-services specialist at the University of Pittsburgh. It’ll get your heart rate back to normal.<br /><br />13. Thaw your brain!<br /><br />Too much Chipwich too fast will freeze the brains of lesser men. As for you, press your tongue flat against the roof of your mouth, covering as much as you can. “Since the nerves in the roof of your mouth get extremely cold, your body thinks your brain is freezing, too,” says Abo. “In compensating, it overheats, causing an ice-cream headache.” The more pressure you apply to the roof of your mouth, the faster your headache will subside.<br /><br />14. Prevent near-sightedness!<br /><br />Poor distance vision is rarely caused by genetics, says Anne Barber, O.D., an optometrist in Tacoma, Washington. “It’s usually caused by near-point stress.” In other words, staring at your computer screen for too long. So flex your way to 20/20 vision. Every few hours during the day, close your eyes, tense your body, take a deep breath, and, after a few seconds, release your breath and muscles at the same time. Tightening and releasing muscles such as the biceps and glutes can trick involuntary muscles—like the eyes—into relaxing as well.<br /><br />15. Wake the dead!<br /><br />If your hand falls asleep while you’re driving or sitting in an odd position, rock your head from side to side. It’ll painlessly banish your pins and needles in less than a minute, says Dr. DeStefano. A tingly hand or arm is often the result of compression in the bundle of nerves in your neck; loosening your neck muscles releases the pressure. Compressed nerves lower in the body govern the feet, so don’t let your sleeping dogs lie. Stand up and walk around.<br /><br />16. Impress your friends!<br /><br />Next time you’re at a party, try this trick: Have a person hold one arm straight out to the side, palm down, and instruct him to maintain this position. Then place two fingers on his wrist and push down. He’ll resist. Now have him put one foot on a surface that’s a half inch higher (a few magazines) and repeat. This time his arm will fold like a house of cards. By misaligning his hips, you’ve offset his spine, says Rachel Cosgrove, C.S.C.S., co-owner of Results Fitness, in Santa Clarita, California. Your brain senses that the spine is vulnerable, so it shuts down the body’s ability to resist.<br /><br />17. Breathe underwater!<br /><br />If you’re dying to retrieve that quarter from the bottom of the pool, take several short breaths first—essentially, hyperventilate. When you’re underwater, it’s not a lack of oxygen that makes you desperate for a breath; it’s the buildup of carbon dioxide, which makes your blood acidic, which signals your brain that somethin’ ain’t right. “When you hyperventilate, the influx of oxygen lowers blood acidity,” says Jonathan Armbruster, Ph.D., an associate professor of biology at Auburn University. “This tricks your brain into thinking it has more oxygen.” It’ll buy you up to 10 seconds.<br /><br />18. Read minds!<br /><br />Your own! “If you’re giving a speech the next day, review it before falling asleep,” says Candi Heimgartner, an instructor of biological sciences at the University of Idaho. Since most memory consolidation happens during sleep, anything you read right before bed is more likely to be encoded as long-term memory.</span>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-39431659508774898482009-12-26T19:50:00.000-08:002009-12-26T20:24:22.349-08:00count the insecurities<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://19.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuzsbwXIMR1qa0nd6o1_500.png"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://19.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kuzsbwXIMR1qa0nd6o1_500.png" /></a><br /><a href="http://16.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kua2yzmPCC1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 690px;" src="http://16.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kua2yzmPCC1qzyrwvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I am switching schools in January. And I am terrified. I mean, I have no friends where I go to school now. I only hang out with my boyfriend and I have no one to talk to besides him. When I transfer, I will be able to make up my credits of past failures more quickly. I might make new friends, I might not. I might have not had friends for so long that all of my social skills have evaporated. Oh well. Plus I got a shit-ton of money/giftcards to stores I love so I won't have to look so fucking ridiclous like I do every god damn day.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">3</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">2 </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">1<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">go</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kumrsoSr0T1qzu5svo1_500.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kumrsoSr0T1qzu5svo1_500.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku7o9tacPE1qzj66do1_400.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 440px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://12.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku7o9tacPE1qzj66do1_400.gif" /></a> </div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-34255516437443693482009-11-19T08:54:00.001-08:002009-11-19T08:54:21.111-08:00theyYou can walk into a room and spot them. They seem fine when you talk to them but every now and again, across the room, you catch them looking off into the distance at an invisible point that maybe, they once reached. They laugh a little different. They hesitate a little more. Now they know what it feels like. And something about their eyes when they listen to music says:<br />Turn it up until my ears bleed. Let it be the last thing I hear.Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-24875954380735650582009-10-28T08:30:00.000-07:002009-10-28T08:51:23.856-07:00Did you get older doing nothing today?<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"</span>One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon-instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today.</span> "</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Dale Carnegie</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><br /><a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/21jni1f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1594px" alt="" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/21jni1f.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">(I don't know why these turned out so small, they will be fixed)</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">“ </span><span style="font-size:130%;">I must inform you, Jonathan, that I am a very sad person. I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, & I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> "</span><em> <span style="font-size:85%;">Alex in Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. </span></em></div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-12037412062419888352009-10-26T08:16:00.000-07:002009-10-26T16:53:45.307-07:00eee-e-ee-eeee-e<centeR><a href="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kryofaybAy1qztg5zo1_400.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://21.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kryofaybAy1qztg5zo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/26052cp.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/26052cp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I wish I didn't feel so lame posting shit at school.<br />Plus, I got my internet suspended at school! haha!<br /><br /><br />I need friends.</center>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-41763391303619500912009-10-20T08:03:00.000-07:002009-10-20T08:15:10.956-07:00Yours. For about 73 years.<center><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St3T378pIiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aR5C0I0PKsA/s1600-h/asdfa.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St3T378pIiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/aR5C0I0PKsA/s400/asdfa.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700886598033954" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St3T3ZxtDzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JgYkixLvtTQ/s1600-h/sds.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St3T3ZxtDzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JgYkixLvtTQ/s400/sds.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700877425348402" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So today, nobody is talking if they're against abortion. I think if you're against abortion you shouldn't be talking in the first place, but I don't run things. <a href="http://papertowle.blogspot.com/">Papertowle</a> made some great 'ABORT' shirt. I'm pretty jealous.<br /></centeR>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-83568227884324606952009-10-19T17:29:00.000-07:002009-10-19T17:37:11.948-07:00Man on the Moon<centeR><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0FqwN891I/AAAAAAAAAG4/xTvNpEcoSCk/s1600-h/TALULA_fall09_2b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0FqwN891I/AAAAAAAAAG4/xTvNpEcoSCk/s400/TALULA_fall09_2b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474160715790162" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0FqDbiB9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/YT3Q8FmoYzg/s1600-h/6hmdc2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0FqDbiB9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/YT3Q8FmoYzg/s400/6hmdc2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474148693149650" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0FpL7f-QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eXWmtU0r6zQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kr9018nFYj1qzcapto1_400.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0FpL7f-QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/eXWmtU0r6zQ/s400/tumblr_kr9018nFYj1qzcapto1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474133794846978" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0FoKNa-SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tMm9XHF8Jqs/s1600-h/94660024.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0FoKNa-SI/AAAAAAAAAGg/tMm9XHF8Jqs/s400/94660024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474116153276706" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0FmFm5jkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dcu2bHZ_r_A/s1600-h/tumblr_krcdah648I1qzcapto1_400.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0FmFm5jkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dcu2bHZ_r_A/s400/tumblr_krcdah648I1qzcapto1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474080558222914" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0F7ixgyfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ieyMtyvvYBg/s1600-h/tumblr_kq5a9oPwMD1qzicaho1_500.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/St0F7ixgyfI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ieyMtyvvYBg/s400/tumblr_kq5a9oPwMD1qzicaho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394474449164618226" /></a></center>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-1842933539183403432009-10-17T16:03:00.000-07:002009-10-17T16:31:57.998-07:00Look what you've done, you've punched a hole in the sun.<center><a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.cinematical.com/media/2009/10/wtw3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 433px; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.cinematical.com/media/2009/10/wtw3.jpg" /></a><br />WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE WAS AMAZING. Absolutely breathtaking. Spike Jones made it so much better than the book. I teared up, and I probably would've cried if I wasn't in a crowded theatre. I sadly did not take pictures, I forgot to bring my camera. Oh well.<br /><br /><a href="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/alyfacee/3796221153_78b6de73e0_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 768px; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/alyfacee/3796221153_78b6de73e0_o.jpg" /></a><br /><img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/alyfacee/tumblr_koyvalzSL41qzt8yio1_500.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/alyfacee/tumblr_koyvbio5Bb1qzt8yio1_500.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/alyfacee/fvPi1bMIVow2dcmjjesl5t0ho1_500.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/alyfacee/tumblr_kpvb3fJ2dd1qzt8yio1_500.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm41/alyfacee/tumblr_kqp27a0YgR1qzr91ro1_400.jpg" /><br /><br /></center><div align="right"><br /><em>Stay</em></div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-59956308052250194342009-08-08T17:21:00.001-07:002009-12-27T01:59:41.534-08:00Back to school<div align="right">And nothing interesting, but I've noticed, everyone seems to show more animosity during fall-winter. I don't like it.<br />I have a very tough workload, I hope I can do this, I want to get straight A's.<br />I want/need to go to Duke.<br /><br />I haven't felt very inspired lately, so I don't have much to talk about/post.<br />So here's some fun things.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/8I4GXuCIjpyxt17wYupjTOm8o1_400.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/8I4GXuCIjpyxt17wYupjTOm8o1_400.jpg" /></a></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sn4XoFkq-kI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kFsuxq7GtIU/s1600-h/vepulk.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367753783330404930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sn4XoFkq-kI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kFsuxq7GtIU/s400/vepulk.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sn4Xnztp-lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8k8Rt7AMxAE/s1600-h/taylor.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367753778536249938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sn4Xnztp-lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/8k8Rt7AMxAE/s400/taylor.jpg" /></a><br /><img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o246/gabrielmadison/editing6.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/rcrqko.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/eu4zz7.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/f0e0si.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/2m67p0y.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://drgnstore.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/l1010276.jpg" /><br /><br />I should probably print <u><a href="http://the-coveted.com/blog/2009/04/07/how-to-make-feather-earrings-and-necklaces"><span style="color:#000099;">this</span></a></u> haha, I'll post what I make of it.<br /><br />OH GOD! I love <u><a href="http://www.blackmilkclothing.com/products">Black Milk</a></u>. I don't even care about the price tag, I'd do anything for any of their items! I mean, just look at these!<br /><br /><a href="http://cache1.bigcartel.com/product_images/2202312/300.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cache1.bigcartel.com/product_images/2202312/300.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I apologize for just slopping this together, I'll do better next time!<br />xxxxxx<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was like realizing I’ve spent my hole life underwater and finally looking up and<br />seeing real life on the other side of the surface. </div><div align="right"><br />The cops just left us, just forgot about us. But we didn’t notice because we’d<br />forgotten about them. </div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-87517297230455420022009-08-05T18:01:00.000-07:002009-10-16T07:07:18.762-07:0018+, fuck da world<centeR>I'm never gonna be able to keep this thing up and running with all these circumstances.<Br><br /><br></centeR>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-51099698681810111962009-08-02T13:27:00.001-07:002009-08-02T13:27:46.842-07:00why did you become a banker<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcJe0-Y2aMI&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcJe0-Y2aMI&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-11396890569884464792009-07-26T01:03:00.000-07:002009-07-26T01:57:32.521-07:00transforming the writhing of pain into the knowledge of pleasure.<div align="right">Holy hell, people read my crap<br />I just realized that, so now I'm going to actually try a bit more with my posts<br />But keep in mind, it is 5 AM<br /><br />I can't wait for fall/winter!<br />I definately know I'm going to be buying ankle boots, scarves, tights and lots of black :)<br />Summer is just not my thing,<br />Here's a bit of my inspiration:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SmwZdn5EK8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/npHX7oYZ5AE/s1600-h/ppppppppppppppppla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362689253006650306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SmwZdn5EK8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/npHX7oYZ5AE/s400/ppppppppppppppppla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SmwZden-MmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IG4qUc54NSw/s1600-h/ppppppppla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362689250519036514" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SmwZden-MmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/IG4qUc54NSw/s400/ppppppppla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SmwZdFO8zwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/O-0pS--QrZA/s1600-h/pppppppla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362689243703201538" style="WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SmwZdFO8zwI/AAAAAAAAAEo/O-0pS--QrZA/s400/pppppppla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SmwZc90GOUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Hgb1qdVuMl4/s1600-h/pppppla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362689241711524162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SmwZc90GOUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Hgb1qdVuMl4/s400/pppppla.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SmwZctimT7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/M9avkisWXW8/s1600-h/pla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362689237343162290" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SmwZctimT7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/M9avkisWXW8/s400/pla.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">pc: lookbook</div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">School starts in nine days :</div><div align="right">Don't know how I feel about that..</div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-86096489728820540552009-07-25T14:27:00.001-07:002009-07-26T01:56:02.241-07:00it's time.Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that?<br /><br /><br /><br />Tarot card xiii, Marquis de Sade, 5finger, hookah, dream meanings, philosophy, drinking, p80, selfish living, mood rings, all saints clothing, print liberation, melanie pullen, pamela love, murphy's law, spanish moss vintage, aaron hobson cinemascapes <a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vZGVxdWluY2V5aGFpcm5ldC53b3JkcHJlc3MuY29tLw==">dequinceyhairnet.wordpress.com/</a>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-47677005799376829342009-07-24T16:08:00.000-07:002009-07-24T16:45:59.327-07:00why not?<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5shk6U-Gp4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5shk6U-Gp4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br><br /><br><br /><br />Art by Reed Barrow:<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqMbgmK5L4M&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SqMbgmK5L4M&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-41106984612654815442009-07-24T15:25:00.000-07:002009-07-24T15:27:32.564-07:00radiohead<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nTFjVm9sTQ&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nTFjVm9sTQ&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><Br><br /><br><br /><br><br /><br><br /><br><br />Here is a video from Radiohead that “uses real time 3D recording instead of cameras, utilizing highly technical structured light and Lidar laser-enhanced scanners to model lead singer Thom Yorke and provide an otherworldly narrative accompaniment to the song.”Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-90638973843500973282009-07-15T12:14:00.000-07:002009-07-15T12:37:19.257-07:00carolines a victim<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sl4sKaArFtI/AAAAAAAAADo/eobJvewl81g/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358769163909928658" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sl4sKaArFtI/AAAAAAAAADo/eobJvewl81g/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sl4sJrcj5rI/AAAAAAAAADg/CCxMsaDuK0Y/s1600-h/260163_0015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358769151410431666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sl4sJrcj5rI/AAAAAAAAADg/CCxMsaDuK0Y/s400/260163_0015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sl4sJJPzkkI/AAAAAAAAADY/PrFgjQbD504/s1600-h/259777_3719258365_3856cdaed8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358769142230127170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sl4sJJPzkkI/AAAAAAAAADY/PrFgjQbD504/s400/259777_3719258365_3856cdaed8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sl4sIoGimYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yQkAuuHR0x4/s1600-h/243156_LB1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358769133332896130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sl4sIoGimYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yQkAuuHR0x4/s400/243156_LB1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sl4sHqqSBZI/AAAAAAAAADI/i_uovR2DV3g/s1600-h/242413_lookbook.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358769116839806354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/Sl4sHqqSBZI/AAAAAAAAADI/i_uovR2DV3g/s400/242413_lookbook.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">$$?</span></div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-56722588462396090652009-07-03T21:05:00.000-07:002009-12-27T01:58:10.087-08:00help i'm alive<div align="center">I want you to know<br />when I look in your eyes<br />with every blow<br />comes another lie<br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTI2YENw_WQ/SktU8JvUYeI/AAAAAAAABcE/D-WZDuSipLU/s400/mistake.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://www.aperfectguide.se/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/christopherkaneunisextees.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://files5.lookbook.nu/files/looks/original/250178_bythe.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://files7.lookbook.nu/files/looks/original/233094_petsandfriensss.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://files9.lookbook.nu/files/looks/original/249168_4878_103994451453_548466453_2788306_5968147_n.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://files6.lookbook.nu/files/looks/original/184456_lookbook3.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://files1.lookbook.nu/files/looks/original/157924_lookbook.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://files6.lookbook.nu/files/looks/original/101229_IMG_4584lp.jpg" /></div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-14550320198532534522009-06-15T17:01:00.000-07:002009-06-15T17:03:19.611-07:00Je suis<div align="center"><a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmduRkJQSzc3M1JHcEJmZ2xtNnFRMEEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmduRkJQSzc3M1JHcEJmZ2xtNnFRMEEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">I love Balmain jeans. I'm gonna have to make my own soon. ;)<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-8176743492279729692009-06-14T17:00:00.000-07:002009-06-14T17:03:06.889-07:00fumée, magasin, sommeil<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SjWPokYAWtI/AAAAAAAAADA/NLLJL0NOHCY/s1600-h/16256067_85_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347338059694234322" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SjWPokYAWtI/AAAAAAAAADA/NLLJL0NOHCY/s400/16256067_85_b.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">all of it<br /></div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-43617678398379365132009-06-02T18:21:00.000-07:002009-06-02T18:40:50.958-07:00inspire<br /><br />spite<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GS0n9_vn0Ic/ScqrFmbIrYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/upUFEWYPGK8/s400/DSC_0694.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GS0n9_vn0Ic/ScqrFmbIrYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/upUFEWYPGK8/s400/DSC_0694.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.ericaweiner.com/images/products/necklaces/mnemosyne_main.gif"><img style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://www.ericaweiner.com/images/products/necklaces/mnemosyne_main.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.ericaweiner.com/images/products/necklaces/vial_pic1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 650px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px" alt="" src="http://www.ericaweiner.com/images/products/necklaces/vial_pic1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.bonadrag.com/shopmain/flair/images/photos/grey-feather-necklace-0a.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://www.bonadrag.com/shopmain/flair/images/photos/grey-feather-necklace-0a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.bonadrag.com/shopmain/flair/images/photos/feathered-bobby-pin-1a.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px" alt="" src="http://www.bonadrag.com/shopmain/flair/images/photos/feathered-bobby-pin-1a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="http://i42.tinypic.com/15x9zlf.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/178h7k.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://www.bonadrag.com/shopmain/bags/images/photos/studded-ballet-slippers-1a.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />If summer is going to be this lonely and boring, then count me out.</div><div> </div></div></div></div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-9034084178137427972009-05-11T15:46:00.000-07:002009-05-11T15:47:19.428-07:00So my grandpa's about to die since they took him off life supportand my dad decides to take the dog rather than me to the funeralAlyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-20120537967410050122009-04-02T13:41:00.000-07:002009-04-02T13:48:45.620-07:00A Graveyard of Half-Formed Ideas<p>There is no greater sin than that of silence and indifference.<br />In doing so, you illuminate the past as well as the future.<br />For you can embody the only adequate response to evil.<br /></p><p></p><p>Psychoneurotic Manifestations</p><p>-superficial charm and good 'intelligence'<br />-lack of remorse and shame<br />-inadequately motivated antisocial behavior<br />-poor judgement/failure to learn by expierences<br />-failure to follow any set life plan<br />-need for self-actualization<br />-compulsive</p><p>One White Flower<br />A Pine Cone<br />A Maple Leaf<br />A Large Rock<br />A Pine Needle<br />3 Hockeypucks<br />A Brick<br />Woodchip<br />A Long Leaf<br />7 Blades of Grass<br />3 Bugs<br />One Yellow Flower.<br /></p><p>CONFLICT IS THE WAY.</p><p align="right">My boyfriend likes cheese.</p>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-37098397689523897992009-02-28T16:40:00.001-08:002009-02-28T16:40:17.914-08:00It's not as easy as it looksYou can hate a person just by looking at her/him: the hair, the smile, the look, the clothes. Anything can trigger negative feelings. You just have to go with that flow and any proof that person is not horrible will have no influence on you.<br />I don’t know if we could say a good thing about every person we’ve met so far, maybe they haven’t impressed us in a positive way, but we can most certainly bitch about all of them. There must have been something to annoy us at one point. It’s only human! For every nice gesture and person who smiled thanks to you, there is an unhappy person, someone who feels neglected or discriminated against.<br />It’s human to be annoyed, but above that, I think it’s human to be hatable (being available for hate).<br />We are hatable with every gesture, every choice we make and tear we drop. Because all these are movements on a map filled with people and, inevitably, when we go one way we get closer to some and estrange from others. We are, in essence, controversial.<br />Some are more controversial than others, true. It depends on how far we move from the center of the map or, in other words, how extremist we are. And how much we show of our personality we show to others. But still, we are always lovable to some and hatable to others.<br />That’s the breakthrough. We’re both good and evil, pleasant and repulsive, smart and stupid. It only depends on where we’re standing when we’re judging. There is no black and white. And that’s why the big picture is important: we need to see the balance between the smiles and the tears someone provokes. And the reasons. The intentions. The more information we have, the better we see the tone of gray.<br />Anyway, we are hatable. That’s our most human trait. Every person stands for the things another one hates. That’s life.Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com92tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-88349107041146835472009-02-28T16:10:00.000-08:002009-07-15T12:11:35.194-07:00It's so hardto determine which you either know what you're doing<br />Or if you just have the right equipmentAlyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6462931892523538051.post-44705572651390107782009-01-10T16:58:00.000-08:002009-01-10T17:14:12.312-08:00i keep getting hurt, over and over.tter, i wish i was someone be <div>tter, i wish i was someone be</div><div>tter, i wish i was someone be</div><div>tter, i wish i was someone be</div><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SWlEv63QF2I/AAAAAAAAABo/hThZ9gdTkMs/s1600-h/6a00d8341c6beb53ef00e551d482888833-800wi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289834827368896354" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXgIndgr8uc/SWlEv63QF2I/AAAAAAAAABo/hThZ9gdTkMs/s400/6a00d8341c6beb53ef00e551d482888833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Last thing I remember ,</div><div>somebody was laughing in my ear.</div><div>Last thing I remember,</div><div>the sun was coming up.</div>Alyfaceexxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08395419106304393293noreply@blogger.com0