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Kaylynn's Ultimate Shopping List

1. Classic tall Uggs in black
2. Classic short Uggs
3. Vancouver 2010 mascot slippers (Quatchi only) Got them as a gift!! Yay!
4. Hana Yori Dango seasons 1-2
5. Flannels flannels flannels
6. Victoria's Secret bras
7. A red dress borrowed Winda's white dress
8. New school bag
9. New everyday purse (preferably adding to my MK collection)
10. Garage leggings x2

Committed to my blog

Recap of the past month, as I've started many entries but haven't had the heart to complete and publish them.

• Soph's really growing on me, despite the middle-of-the-night "emergencies" and all the throwing up... (which I am mostly at fault). My cousin's dropping her off tomorrow afternoon before she flies back to L.A. She's made some friends: Nemo, BB (her boyfriend), Dubbie and hopefully soon Ricky and Sasa :)!!


• Went boarding today and went down the mountain on my ass. I was sooo out of it. Slept for less than 5 hours [because W kept calling me and waking me up at different intervals "Turn on the tap right now if you're actually awake. I want to hear running water."] The secret to snowboarding is bending your knees, and I was being such a lazy fuck, I kept dozing off and catching edges all the way down Cypress' icy ass slopes. I'm never boarding in such HARD snow conditions. I've got bruises all over my bum and knees to support me..


• Happy 19th Birthday, Neeks! First year he's been able to admit it's actually his birthday.


• The one night I saw DK, we got lost on a highway to Delta when I was trying to tell her a story. It was hella scary because she was out of gas, my phone was dead and her phone was long distance and uncooperative and the highway to Delta only has ONE exit..


• I haven't worked in 2 weeks.. whatevs..


• My cousin is an effin' psycho. She came back from L.A. a few days ago and she's been feeding my dysfunctional sleeping pattern (hence the reason why I'm still up at this hour, preparing to take a shower). I totally forgot that we're having lunch tomorrow before her flight.. Guess I'm not going shopping/having dimsum..


• Sab's puppy is just about the cutest baby ever!!!! Her name's Dubbie and her breed comes from Beijing and is a descendent of a pug/bulldog.. at least that's what we've assessed. She cries all the time, especially when she runs up the stairs and realizes that she doesn't know how to get down. Played with her till 4AM last night and taught her how get down one flight of stairs at Sab's house. Here's a photo op for the Cry Baby:

• Slept through my Christmas lunch with the fam this year.. That's exactly how fucked my sleeping pattern is.. However, had a really nice brunch with the fam the day before on Christmas Eve at Griffin's.
• LOVED Avatar. I'm going to go watch it again. I have to admit it was better than New Moon.. way better..
• My baby brother got me LFD2 for Christmas. Isn't he so sweet?
• You never cease to make me laugh when I'm beyond furious or in between sobs. Love you longtime <3
  
  More later.

Killuminati up this bitch..

There are too many people who think the only right thing is to get by, and the only wrong thing is to get caught.

There's nobody you can trust these days..

Flagships

Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize I'm gone.

I hate you

"L'amour est un genre de suicide." - Jacques Lacan (médecin, 1901-1981)

Je me sens épuisés: emotionellement, physiquement, mentalement. Les adjectifs de mal-appreciés et mal-traités viennent en tete. Est-il possible de ressentir si repoussés en face de quelqu'un vous avez aimé pour les derniers deux ans? Est-il possible qu'un seul individu peut évoqué la volonté de vomir à un mésure si incomprehensible?

Because I'm a girl..

I like it when my legs look skinny. And tan. I believe that wearing red brings confidence, and that the colour of your nails complete your outfit. Shoes are the essence of any ensemble, seeing as they hold you up in life. I like my hair best when it's long and cascading down my shoulders. Even better when it's in loose curls or beachy waves. When I was little, I loved wearing dresses because it made me feel pretty--I still do. I dance to Top 40's music and I love it. Red lipstick is for sexy bitches--the David Guetta kind. I go apeshit when my phone battery is dying. I like the way my mascara used to make marks on my boyfriend's cheeks after we'd finish kissing. I love "pulling a Laguna" as in wearing sweats tucked into Uggs, big sunnies and a vente Starbucks in hand; the way Tina and I used to roll in back on those sporadic early mornings. Beach bumming is a hobby, I mean, what's better than falling asleep under the sun? Ringing my eyes with black eyeliner doesn't make me feel beautiful, it makes me feel fierce. But when the guy I love still tells me I'm gorgeous with no makeup at all, it feels pretty damn good too. Pearls make me feel classy. Getting ready with the girls is the highlight of my night.. besides the late-night pigging out. So what if I can't run a marathon in these stilettos? At least I can stomp around and act like I'm stepping all over those people who have stepped all over me in the past. Retail therapy is real therapy. Yes, as a matter of fact I do need this giant bag because inside are the contents of my LIFE. I like smelling good.

Because I'm me, I love touching dogs and their wet noses. It sounds gross, but I love it. I could live without conditioner only if I used Sab's shampoo (smells effin' amazing). Soy, lactose-free.. any kind of milk is nasty. I can't get enough of fake eyelashes. I press snooze until it's 45 minutes after my original alarm time. I hate not washing my hair for more than one day. It drives me fucking crazy. My closet staples are tights, v-necks and Uggs. I hate watching my friends settle for less. I'm a fan of chivalry and I like it when my guy friends tell me, "That's just the way I was taught". I'm always late, don't count on me for anything. I could go for some McDonalds right now. A momma's boy is my kind of boy. I'm a snobby bitch to people I don't trust. During the summertime, I have mass cravings for BBQ and nightmarket food. I like feeling like a lady, if you know what I mean. I still think black panties are bought to be worn in front of someone... I like the way my favourite boy makes me laugh, even when I'm beyond pissed off. It really bugs me when people act like music is a religion. I don't think before I speak. Converse chucks are the only shoes that look good dirty. I love eating chicken wings with fake nails and my eyelashes on--I feel like a fucking woman. I don't get menstrual cramps. I would like to believe that my hamster knows her name is Gwendilynn and that I'm her mama, but I know I'm just fooling myself.. I can't understand how cheaters can look themselves in the mirror. I live in the moment because things always happen for a reason right? I would rather walk and recycle. Mary-Kate and Ashley, and Molly Ringwald are my movie heroines. My friends are the only people in the world who can tolerate me, I grant you that.

Because I'm me, because I'm a girl.. it's all the same. This is me and I'm a girl, and I fucking love it.