One of those rare albums that gets better over time. Without becoming overly sentimental, this album belongs with a handful of others that came along at a very interesting time in my life where taste is concerned. Among these Bright Eyes’ “Lifted…”, Rufus Wainwright’s “Poses”, Johnny Cash’s “Live At San Quentin”, and The Smith’s “The Queen Is Dead”. Whether it was because they were the only albums I owned, or the only ones I needed, I’m not too sure.
Posts tagged the smiths.
I try on my Litas with everything regardless of where I’m going. This works to my detriment most of the time because it just makes me disappointed (and 5” shorter) when I have to put on more ‘appropriate’ shoes.
Going shopping with my favourite twin sister Tessa and hopefully I can drown my sorrows over the Sisley’s being sold out just as I had the money to pay for them!
My first world problems are so exciting…
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I chose this picture because this is my way of procrastinating from studying the day before my Cognitive Processes midterm. It so clearly represents my overarching foxiness and my ‘3 Cognition Lectures* in one day’ face. How am I single?! Rest assured that my mind is boggled…
Gettin’ my hair re-did on Wednesday (as I’m sure you’re all as excited as I am for). As much as I have grown to love having coloured hair that so closely resembles urine…or Lady Gaga
*could also be replaced by Perception Lectures later in the week
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My name is Shona. I’m 20 years and 11 months old. I no longer have an excuse for all this teenage angst.
I study psychology, am a triplet, and have orange hair (contrary to the above).
I don’t have much other than self pity going for me right now. Even my misanthropy is lackluster. Woe!
Fashionably late for dinner as usual! Confirming once again that Shona Time is in fact not the same thing as regular time.
My bed is unmade because i spilled coffee in it days ago and I’ve been too lazy to make it again. Plus, that would involve moving all the shit off my bed, which i am also not prepared to do at this juncture.
this one’s for leah, as promised
because no-one looks good during the bleach phase of coloured hair!
and some of us look downright awful…
please note: brown cowlick at the front of my mane that was missed during Round One
bump in the night
Radio's jammed up with talk show stations just talk, talk, talk, talk, 'til you lose your patience
