gotta get it

i have to go back to where my heart is: honolulu, and the bluescholar's with their hi-808 song have only solidified that sentiment. also, why don't i ever see these kinds of phunky phresh boys in hawaii when i'm there? ...oh yea, cuz they're always with their hotata, surfer girl, well-dressed mates. baga.

book review

don't judge a book by its' cover. this is the main moral that shows like 'the hills' and people like paris hilton teach me. i'm sitting here, still in my pajamas with a look of horror on my face because these seemingly airhead girls make more money sitting on couches talking smack with their friends than i will ever make. in my life. SMART. GIRLS. they look like airhead girls who only know how to booze it up, gossip, date, and use the bathroom, but they have their own show and make more money rolling their eyes than an ivy-league graduate sitting in an office working 9-5 five times a week.
so. without further ado, i present my new years resolution: be a smarter stupid. i'm going to move to l.a., lose about 30lbs, go to bars/clubs that these girls frequent, and create drama. then, maybe one day i will be graced with my own show, where i can take trips to hawaii, go to the beach, go shopping, eat and drink and talk smack and make cash money millionaires from it.

it's gonna be amazing.

she just wanna dance, dance...

i love asher roth. but i'm pretty sure my parental units wouldn't be too happy to hear that his songs all too often seem the anthems of my life...



also. is it appropriate to eat chinese takeout in a bar/club setting? how did i not know this? ALSO. i realize i'm posting a lot of videos lately...

c is for cookie

and cookie is for me. cookie, cookie, cookie, cookie, cookie is for me.

in comparison...

he's pretty hotata too. ...i don't think i meet his dancing standards though.

i know what them girls like

the styling is debatable. but the hotata factor is not. dennis o'neill is a prime example of some hot hapa. (half caucasian). let's just take a moment of silence to admire.

ouch.

photos from uristocrat/theclassfall'o9

don't stop til you get enough

i love going out. from getting ready with my friends, making them cocktails that they'll choke down so we don't have to pay the $6+$1 tip, taking the train while talking to random NU students, stumbling into mcdonalds for the much needed bathroom break, hugging close to each other on the dance floor as to avoid potential sukebs, to inhaling garlic pizza on the living room floor from papa romeo's at 4 in the morning with the top button of our skinny jeans undone. i love every second of it. sans the part where i have to run to mcdonalds to avoid crying in my pants...