hmph.

can you be my blue bonnet?!

free l'oreal.

i got mine.

move over.

kahlo, frinda

frida kahlo has terrified me since sophmore year in high school.

i mean terrified in both its figurative and literal meanings.

and the picture of "the two fridas" is double the terror.

i must be something in the unibrow. she suffered many hardships (as we all do) in her short life span.
her tragic bus accident that caused her to be skewered by a metal handrail that entered her hip and exited through her vagina.
her marriage to fellow painter diego rivera (who had serveral affairs during the course of their marriage--including her sister)
her self-portraits were brutally honest and exposed her pain.

it is her ability to look at herself and paint what she saw that keeps me intrigued.

and the beat goes on

blue is thinning.

can anyone explain the blue lightening?

what effect does it have?

evey party has this insane. blue light. that turn people into whatthey would like to be.

to fill the empty space.

last week in my visual studies class, one guy admitted to being able to see colors when he hears music and it also puts him in a particular mood.
the term for this ability is:
synesthesia: the crossing over of senses
he continued to say he even explains music in a way seems unorthodox to others.

professor houk said sometimes it arisings from an experience we have as children that sticks with us.

after hearing this i was jealous -
i mean who wouldn't want to hear in color?

then this morning while sleeping i smelled this smell i have smelled since i was young. it's this rusty, burning plastic smell (i've never smelled plastic burning but that's how i describe it) and the smell could distrub many people, but it had the ability to completely wake me from a deep sleep because of the emotional distress it causes me.

the smell is extremely potent to my senses.
i'm not sure this smell even exist in real life. but i think i started to smell when i was playing with a toy as a fairly young child.
and it's a smell i can't escape -holding my breath doesn't work or trying to smell something else.
it's embedded in my brain. and it will occur every few months. i went two years without smelling it, but it always returns. and it will reappear and leave within a span of 30 minutes.
and it's a very emotional time. i become very upset and irritated, but i don't even know why.

although it's not synethesia. i know be careful what you wish for.

so i'm feeling lace-y and girl-y.
Spring Starts March 21st

i'm oozing with thoughts of floral skirts. i HAVE to edge it up.

are you FORCING it?

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MY FORCE STORY.
two weeks ago i fell in love with a complete stranger. he had spoken to me once after class to ask me about a project, but it was raining and i had no umbrella so i brushed him off. the next week i saw the glory that was his project, which was a film composed of a series a snapshots that introduced him to the class. but he wasn'​​t there to receive the praise he deserved. #POW like that i was in love. Wednesday I went to the dentist and he performed a painful procedure on my mouth. I came to class with a splitting headache and i knew that when i saw him he could alleviate the pain. needless to say he came in, I walked out and bought come advil liquid gels. ...Force.

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