Butts, Buts and a Questionable Sequence of "Although".

Me and my loving boyfriend.

          Lately has been a mess of theatrical teenage bullshit.  I just finished my School's production of "Cinderella" (In which I was the sexy stepsister.), and now I reside in that relaxing limbo in which I wait for the next round of auditions to start.  It was a pretty great show and I was allowed to make some really questionable life choices, like chasing after men because of my deranged, gold-digging Step Mother and my narcissistic older Sister.  But mostly Butts. 

Tina understands my predicaments.

           This weekend was eventful to say the least.  I went to a house show with some of my friends (A house show, for all you lame people out there is like a small gig for local musicians usually held at someone's house.  In this case, it was at my friend Jordan's house which is equivalent to twelve small neighborhoods.  I've had one at my house, although that was back when my friends actually had the desire to rehearse for hours until we gave birth to something that sounded like music.) 
          My friend Jordan's band is just fucking brilliant.  He's really into a lot of undergroundish type stuff, which, if looked at from a vantage point is probably going to be the equivalent of what early Punk rock was in the 1970s.   Sadly I didn't get to stay late enough to see them, (Whales), because I had to take some friends home and then head back to my own house.  My friend Molly was kind enough to pay for my gas money in quarters. 
         ON A MORE FASHIONABLE NOTE.  My good friend Tessa gave me some shorts a while back, of which I have been too lazy to fix.  But today I fixed them and the whole world was right again.  Birds were singing, my lawn was mowed, and most of all I felt pretty damn good about life, the universe and everything. 

Wow look at that I'm almost sexy.

                Those shorts are so damn cute.  I'm tempted to dye them blue, though, in order to satisfy my need for Homestuck. I'd like to thank Hendrix and my Mother for the grace of finding those shirts buried beneath age old clothing from the *gasp* 90s. (The top one is floral print, and they both include shoulder pads and ample opportunity to hint at cleavage.)  I need some white lace tights, though, and I should be set for this Texas winter.

 

PARTY!!!

       ROCK N ROLL FANTASY VACATION

Hey guys! L.M.Strange here and I just got back from Arkansas.
     And although pretty, it was quite unpractical for those of us partiers who are used to the city.  (Or suburbs.  But one thing is still for sure and that is that my town is still more interesting than the middle of "Not-shit-USA"
     Maybe the reason older people like to take things slow (and therefore take boring ass vacations) is similar to the way life is like toilet paper- "The closer you get to the end the faster it goes".

You're sick, Jessy, sick sick sick!

                                              

But whatever. I don't like to go slow,
I like to go really fucking fast.  (But not more than 10MPH over the speed limit because I could get a ticket!)
 And of course since I like to go fast I get to do shit people in the fast lane do-

THRIFT SHOPPING.

I got this cute dress from a place in Jefferson, Tx, and I'm pretty sure it's from the mid to late 50s.  It's an A-Line style and makes my boobs look huge and my waist tiny!!! Yay!!!









 Some makeup that I may do in the future to go along with it...

    Thrift shopping is so much fun and my good friend Haka got tons of cute clothes that I'm sure she'll put on her blog. Her outfits are always so adorably vintage and since the weather was slightly warm she wore lots of high waisted shorts.  (The ones on the left I know she bought at a Good-Will but they were mom jeans that she cut into shorts.)  Here's what I wore with them when she let me borrow them:

   







   




(Tessa has a better waist for them than I do!)

We did a lot of "fun" things like stay in a cabin half the size of my kitchen near a dried up river!  Also I found out there are no hot guys in Arkansas but there are very far out filmmakers that like to talk to protesters in Eureka Springs.  

  We also found a really groovy 70s shop and I got myself a blacklight Zappa poster.  (For 6 dollars, holy shit).  And on top of everything there were still no hot guys in Arkansas.  
 

We found this cat and I lovingly named it "Shithead"

Me? Get into Trouble?

I also watched that movie "THIS IS SPINAL TAP" for the first time and thought it was so fucking amazing I wanted to puke.  So I did.  Multiple times.  So I'm gonna totally make a badass film just like that one someday, because it expresses my love of it's two themes:

1) Documentaries
2) Rock n Roll

Watch out motherfuckers we got a filmmaker on the loose. 
But also one who goes on boring vacations with her stylish friend and out of the whole trips finds a sexy shirt, an Oscar Wilde card, and Frank Zappa poster.

boom goes the dynamite.