I guess I haven’t been talking about “fashion” lately, so I thought it’d be good for me to steal Katy’s fashion meme and make it my own. Muahahah thanks Katy.

Name the item of clothing that has been with you the longest:
I’m looking in my closet right now and you know what? All of my clothes are all fairly old except maybe one or two things haha.  However, I’ve been buying new shoes, so I’m going to cheat and go with the pair of shoes that I’ve had the longest:

Black leather slouch boots! Though I don’t wear them as much as I use to, I’ve had these boots for roughly five years.

Other than jeans, what’s an article of clothing that you can’t live without?
I sure can’t live without a t-shirt.

What was the last item of clothing you bought?
An army camouflage printed shorts.  They’re made for boys, but it fits me.

What’s the ugliest trend of all time?
I can’t really say ’cause I’ve seen some girls wear the ugliest looking piece of shit sweater and make it look fashion forward.  And I’ve seen girls wear really nice, expensive pants or some other shit, and turn it to something cheap and tacky.  Yeah, unforgivable.

I welcome all kinds of trends, but I just think it depends on the person, their body type, and the way they carry themselves.

And the best?
Same as above.

What was your biggest fashion faux-pas?
I use to wear small fitted t-shirts that showed the lower part of my stomach. Gag me with a fork. Look at me trying to show off my new purse and faking a surprised look, I looked like such an asshole.

What colors predominate in your wardrobe?
I’ve got all sorts of colors!

What are your vintage shopping strategies?
Go to a vintage store.

What’s the most insane piece of clothing that you have ever owned?
I thought it was my leopard printed pants, but apparently, it’s my leather pants.  Every time I wear them, I get the most obnoxious stares from women, and they look at me as if I’m an insane person who likes to punch random people right before they eat.

If you could describe the majority of the clothes you own in one word, what would it be?
Well, I got A LOT of black leather, so I’d say insane-pseudo-biker-who-punches-random-people-right-before-they-eat.

1. My neighbor’s intense Mexican music
There’s this Mexican family that lives across the street from me and every Saturday and Sunday afternoon, the dad goes to his truck and bumps up some crazy ass Mexican type of music so the whole neighborhood can hear it.

I don’t know what the genre is called but the one I’m listening to it right now (yes, he’s playing it at this very moment) is fast, usually one-note, and every now and then you hear a man’s voice and it’s always either really high-pitched and piercing (weee beeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!) or really low and throaty.

I really don’t know what I’m listening to but I fucking love it.

2. Answering a shitload of questions on Yahoo! Answers
About once a month, for three whole years, I’ve been going on Yahoo Answers late at night to enlighten minds.

3. Asking a shitload of dumb questions on Yahoo! Answers
I’ll be honest here; some of my questions on there are really pathetic, though I do it anyway because their answers give me some weird sense of finality and certainty.

Believe it or not, I’m the person who Yahoo users think is suffering from paranoia because I’d ask completely unnecessary questions such as, “Does he rly like me?” and in the description I’d put shit like, “Well…we text each other a lot, and well…we talk on the phone until 4am and he buys me dinner. What do you think?”

When more than one person answers, “Yeah sounds like you guys have something going on” I can sleep at night.

I can’t help myself.

4. Eating at Denny’s or iHop with buddies until 3 or 4 A.M.
For some reasons breakfast just taste so fucking delicious during that time-not that breakfast food isn’t generally good, it’s just 10x better when you eat it around 3 in the morning.

5. Coughing up a gnarly looking loogie and analyzing it
Thanks to one of my gaming buddies, Dan, he recently mentioned something about examining a loogie after spitting it out, to which I bashfully replied, “I uh…I do that.”

I’m actually sick right now, and for the past few days, I’ve been hocking up the gnarliest looking shit-globs of shit snot and mucous you will ever see in your lifetime. And it fucking hurts too. It’s the kind of loogie where it feels like it’s slicing your throat with a vegetable peeler ever time you cough or clear your throat.

It’s so gnarly that after every spit, I’d say, “What the fuck is that?” and I’d end up studying it for a minute or two, you know, inspecting the coloration, the impressions that it leaves when I wiggle it with my finger, the layers, the depth, and the moisture of the loogie.

I haven’t been blogging as often as I’d use to because I have school now (and possibly playing too much of Left 4 Dead). It’s really weird to go back to school after not going last semester. I still bump into people I know from past classes, and the first thing most of them said to me was, “You’re hair is so long, oh my gosh.”

I guess it’s time for a trim?

I have a portfolio design class and the point of the class is to build your art portfolio by coming up with designs that the professors throws at you and…that’s basically it. She assumes we already got our Adobe Photoshop/Illustrator/InDesign shit down, so she’d usually give us these wonderfully short lectures which lasts no longer than ten minutes, and then we’re all on our own. I love it.

We just sit there, designing awesome shit, and making conversation with our classmates if we wanted to. Most of my classmates are pretty awesome too, well at least the two guys I sit in between. They get my jokes. The guy on the left started playing one of my current obsessions that is Left 4 Dead, and the one on the right is currently reading World War Z. Oh yes, could this be fate unraveling right before our eyes to construct the absolute zombie-genocidest squad?

As for the assignment, we have to redesign the whole look of the animal cracker box. It sounds boring at first, but since the professor isn’t the kind of person to stifle our creativity, we can do whatever we want. Here’s what I have so far:

Suggestions are always welcome!

Another class I’m taking is Beginning Vietnamese. What’s funny about this one is that there are two different types of people that make up this class:

Asian chicks and White older men…

Asian chicks and White older men. Look, I’m not insinuating anything. Ok, well maybe I am. We all want one thing…and that is to learn the Vietnamese language. Amirite?