Essence Of Laughter

I am having a fashion epiphany/revolution as of now.
I've spent so much time looking at TONS of fashion blogs and how they (seemingly) effortlessly put something together.
They're all pretty, lots of them skinny, and i always wonder who's taking thier damn pictures everyday.
It makes me want a camera.
I should steal Audrey's.

But anyway, this whole revolution thing, i blame high school.
I never cared how i looked before, i went to school with a dress code and it was fcking great!
Collared shirt, slacks, flats and sweater if it was cold.
The most switching up i ever had to do was not wear the same clothes twice in a row.
This one day i went all out and i wore...earrings ( i was unstoppable)

I'd be damned if i knew what liquid eyeliner was.

Makeup is a touchy subject.
I'm not sure if i like or don't like that people know i'm wearing any (it's just eyeliner that's gone by 12:00, sometimes equally unnoticable mascara but it makes me feel like a big girl!) but my worst fear is that someday when i will be too lazy to throw something on, my eyes are gonna look pretty blegh.
You know, when people aren't wearing eye makeup it's very noticeable if they're been wearing it a lot for a while.
I call it where-yo-makeup-at syndrome.

Moving on, now!
I'm internet shopping like crazy, internet window shopping like crazier and inspired like craziest.
I think it's kinda worthless though because i'll never have the nerve to try some of these things and i can definitely never pull a lot of  it off.
WHY didn't i get this epiphany last summer, before i started school
It's too hard to change styles :/

My newest obsession is this picture blog-esque thing full of people prettier than me, wearing clothes more expensive than my soul and making me jealous as hell.

http://lookbook.nu/new#more

I see myself now as having a first-decent-clean-things-i-touch that-i-don't-feel-fat-in style.
I think i could easily grow into T-Swift + S-Gomez style.
But i'm really diggin the Taylor Momsen style, so the conflict is so very obvious.

I wanna be these people


http://lookbook.nu/look/930379-What-I-did-in-Warsaw

http://lookbook.nu/look/928151-I-was-just-a-little-too-late

Screw self-consciousness!
I'm gonna try them anyway.

'Nay, Chia,' you warn, ' You will look like a mess. A big stinkin' i-don't-think-we-should-be-seen-together-in public-and-we-might-not-be-friends-anymore-also-your-family-will-disown-you mess. Albeit a hot mess.'


Thank you for the concern imaginary people that care, but i am determined!

and


x.Chia

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Some people are just absolutely stunning





For some people it's about thier 'it'
They're just gorgeous, be it thier smile or style,


or, i dont even know.
You can't put your finger on it, but they're working it good

You just wanna be around because they're unbelievably charming
or even just look happy
Don't you find that people look the best when they're smiling?








Maybe i should say something inspiring about how beauty can be different
I mean, it obviously is; none of these people look alike or anything like other people i find stunning

I ain't preachin' the stereotypical 'love yourself' stuff, because i know it's damn hard
(and i don't know how to preach)
I say, 'beauty' in itself is how a person is
I mean, if you see a girl walking down the street like she owned  it, you'd believe it
You'd buy it, you'd envy it
Not overconfidence, of course






Anyway, my main reason for this is because i read the quote "i don't believe in natural beauty"
It freaked me out for a good week
It was as if..if i don't have that, if no one does, then what?, you know?
What would i have to offer?

But it was meant specifically with physical beauty, pertaining to makeup and surgery, all that good stuff.
(Personally, lets face it. I know it, you know it, and your cat knows it, people are judged on looks, and some just happen to look better than others. If a little mascara or highlights or plastic surgery is gonna make you feel like a queen,


then by all means, i support it.)

The point of this rambling nonsense is that everyone has natural beauty
Maybe i'm crazy, but i always see it
Even if they don't see it or they're assholes, talk too much, are obnoxious, or whatever else,
It's right. there.

I believe in the touche "inner beauty"
I don't think one quality should 'mask' a person, even if the quality is good or bad
I don't think there should be a standard for each specific person
Because the only thing that leads to is some sort of heartbreak

And it's a shame when some people are just kinda 'broken'.
That, that you can see.

x.Chia


this post is too serious
i do that sometimes
i hurt now
enjoy this picture of my {: Heidy Kitteh

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Oh hi there


i am a hipster


i love animals like a hipster


i ride busses like a hipster

and when i don't wanna ride the bus


i pwn the train like a hipster

sometimes i think, maybe i should not be a hipster


and i am wrong


hipsters have fun parties


hide and seek, wheee! what fun.


i am fashionable


and i lurk with scooters


and i am also intellectual

be very jealous
i am a hipster!!
hear me roar.


or i'll fck you up

(this is why i wanna be a hipster)

x. Chia
all pictures courtesy of 'look at this fucking hipster',  http://www.latfh.com/


for Nessa.

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these people are amazing and that lady looks exactly like Audrey

x.Chia

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Happy 4th of July.
Or whatever.
It's hot.


so fcking smug.

If i was ever gonna pop a cap on a buncha people, i'd do it today.
Everyone would be like, woooo, firecrackers!
Celebra-


waaaiiiitt a minute.

x.Chia

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Approximately 2am, i flipped my shit.

I was just trying to go to sleep.
As if it wasn't hard enough because i screwed my sleeping schedule, my genius neighbors decided that they'll set off firecrackers to be obnoxious patriotic.
Everyone else is asleep as they should be and when they're asleep and i'm awake at night, i'm terrifed, because i know that's when the chupacabras get you.

But i close my eyes
Of course, chupacabras aren't real.




And then i feel something up against my leg
I grab, throw and BOOK IT (instinct)
Cause i swear it was this


and that's not cockroach shaped chocolate

I RUN into my mama's room screaming and turn on her lights
And she wakes up screaming "Ohhhhh Jeeesssuuss!" cause that's how she do

And i'm like "something crawled on my leg! I think it was a water bug, i dunno, it was big!! Go get it."

She gives me this sleepy wtf stare.

except it was angrier because she wanted to punch me

She goes "where is it?"
"i don't know!" I pictured it waiting for delicious Chia

My momma didn't care, she was getting ready to go back to sleep, she says "then, go get it."

And i'm thinking, HELL.NAW
While my shit is flippin, you want me to go where chupacabra-roach is waiting for my soul and "get it"?!
She was trippin.

So she turns on the light and walks into my room with momma bear swagga, lifts up my blanket and the other crap i throw on my bed, and magically, there's no chupacabra-roach.

"It probably ran away. Stop eating in your room", and she walks away.

I stare after her in wonder.
Maybe someday i will have cajones as big as my mother's.

I cleared my bed, just in case it was still lurking, and i notice a shirt.
And this is attached to the shirt

^^
woo ima price tag! i'm gunna pretend to be a cucaracha and while you're trying to sleep, i will tickle you and cause your shit to flip everywhereeeee. hee hee hee.


x. Chia


keep watching, he's very dedicated

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When i'm old,

i want his spunk,


her sass,


and her humor.


i'll be the ruler of the elderly.

x.Chia



this is my Heidy bunny

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Today was a good day.
Straight up, i HATE summer.
I don't support Vitamin E.
No one seems to notice that it's a billion degrees hot outside, i swear.
They're all like, lets go outside and jog or bike or be obnoxious and wear damn booty shorts when i'm XXXXL because the sun's out therefore no one can see me.


we see you.

But it's all good.Cause then i got food, and it had bacon in it.


yum.

And thenmore food, in cupcake form.

the best form.


It's like happy overload.

x.Chia


this is my vanessa taco

* i felt the need to replace the old post with a happier one to support the Vanessa taco and in celebrate girls day out c:

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I believe in a lot of things.
I believe in a good book and momma made food and sometimes chupacabras when it's dark and i'm alone.
But some things i don't believe in, one of which is Lucky Charms.
Because it is a lie.

See, you get the damn cereal and you're like, yessss.
Even though the box is stupid and the leprechaun looks like he sells weed as a side job and these kids chasing him around are a little bit stoned and apparently have no parents,it's like holy shit,


marshmellows.

So you gleefully pick out the marshmellows and they're so sweet, it friggin hurts to eat them. Your jeans get tighter and your love handles start to form love handles, but then again, omfg
marshmellows

And you know what?
When you're done and you have a bowl fulla lifeless, what the hell is that color, blobs of devil wheat, i'll be all like, bitch, you shoulda gotten you some quality Honey Bunches of Oats.


word.

x.Chia


this is my audrey cupcake.

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