Experimental Typography, Sr year.

I made up a word—Zheupt [zoopt].

Meaning

1. doomed

2. the misfortune of overload in activity

3. state of overwhelmingly being actively and attentively engaged in work

4. chancy in the realm of the atypical

5. hauntingly beautiful

At the time, I felt doomed and overwhelmed by the never ending workload, hence the meaning 

I gave to zheupt. Today, I am full from all the food I ate.

via various tumblrs

Finally moved to an apartment, and I am loving it.

My only wish now is for a dog (french bulldog, greyhound, or both) and consistent fall weather.

Excuse the pixelation...

I watched a documentary on the Klitschko brothers today and thoroughly enjoyed it! 
(Wladimir Klitschko to the left, Vitali Klitschko on the right)

They're intelligent, extremely tall, chess playing, Ukrainian, world champion boxers. 

Boxing is definitely not my cup of tea, but these guys are impressive.
Cute would be the last word I'd use to describe them, but Vitali being such a great older brother 
and their bond so strong, it's...cute.

Recently ordered from ASOS for the first time in which I've realized over the 

grueling process of waiting how impatient I am when it comes to online shopping. Honestly speaking, 

I'm patient with everything else but online shopping! So strange. 

Sometimes(actually all the time but I can't since I need to carry my laptop charger, mouse, food, notebook, etc. 

with me most of the time), I don't feel like carrying a large tote...miniature bags are so refreshing!

I also notice the monochromatic theme in my pictures...that was not intentional.

Lucy Chadwick

I remember watching this video and thinking, "...her style is perfection", and I still do.

 

 

Never have enough pillow covers...

so I leave them...like that.

Vivian Maier

This is great.

 

Breakfast at Brownstone was so good, 

I want another round of stuffed french toast with strawberries, 

right now.

Strolling around Chinatown in Los Angeles.

Lately, I've been obsessed with avocado and toast. 

Add a dash of salt and pepper, drizzle on that olive oil, and voila! So simple yet so delicious. 

Oh, don't forget the hot sauce for the finishing touch!

via Columbine

I have this thing where at least one part of my outfit must be casual. 

I never liked the feeling of being fancy from head to toe. I actually like the look of pairing 

dressy with casual pieces—enter photo above from one of my favorite blogs. 

I adore this look—a pencil skirt (usually the only type of skirts I wear) paired with a simple, 

loose, basic top—beautiful.

I love everything about her outfit.

Simple summer days with Susie. 

I love it.

New flats

Banana Nut

Good night

Good morning

 

Wandering around a railroad track.

I wear this skirt a lot.

Some image making experiment intended for a class 

project—a picture of a picture under water.

This project explored the darker and questionable things in life,

 hence the mood of these photographs. 

This might've been a weird, once every couple months, 

telepathy, sister thing, but a couple weeks ago I was in bed, doing my 

normal rounds of contemplating what to eat the next day, I set my 

mind on a Banberry pie from Polly's Pie. The next day came, as I struggled 

whether to go and get it or not. The only thing holding me back was 

the location. I had no reason to go there but solely for the pie, which seemed 

unnecessary. I held off. My sister comes home at night 

with a Banberry pie in hand, and I haven't felt that ecstatic in years 

about a pie. I never once told her about my craving for a 

Banberry pie and there she walks in with one. 

That was a happy night.

Bardot died. 
It's been a couple weeks now, and his cute quirks won't leave my memory, especially when I 

look at Zissou (new fish I do not like). It was surprising how emotional I got over a fish, but I did. 

Bardot had the greatest personality (I never believed fish to have personality until him). I would watch 

him for periods, multiple times a day, and smile at his quirks because I felt like we were 
bonding, seriously. I was so excited to put him in his new, bigger tank, I did not even think to cycle. 
When I plopped him in there, he seemed to be happy until I found him dead hours later. This makes me sad. 
Now whenever I look at Zissou, I just want Bardot back. I'm also mean for thinking "this bigger tank 
with all the fun, new plants is not meant for you Zissou—it was meant for Bardot" whenever I 
look at Zissou, but that's the truth. Besides, Zissou is nothing like Bardot. He ignores me, won't 
eat his food unless it's freeze dried bloodworms which are only meant for occasional treats, 
and does not make bubble nests.

RIP

I can't believe it's been weeks and I still think about Bardot!

Also why I haven't touched my blog...

I miss you Bardot.


On a brighter note (well, maybe), I killed one of those 
big, black, juicy spiders that was crawling on the ceiling of my room. I had to wait and watch 
until it was reachable...aghh I hate spiders. Takes forever for me to kill one...method for tonight was 
wrapping then taping tissue to one of my chunky heeled shoe and slamming the booger out of it. 
At least I'll sleep well tonight!

Cut this old tee into a tank. 

What I get in Korea for a fake Chanel shirt is "Cannel". I don't mind the mockery—didn't even notice until a couple months later!

Off to wash Bardot's tank.