<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:54:58.612-04:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='designer'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='fashion design'/><category term='intern'/><category term='coach boots'/><category term='POW'/><category term='photography'/><category term='gossip girl'/><category term='books'/><category term='random'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='outfits'/><category term='american apparel'/><category term='the gap'/><category term='toronto'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='companion'/><category term='teen vogue'/><category term='hair'/><category term='bell jar'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='travel'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='fashion university'/><category term='local designers'/><category term='conformity'/><category term='dresses'/><category term='work'/><category term='journalism'/><category term='university'/><title type='text'>Pumps and Plath</title><subtitle type='html'>The musings of a young lady with a taste for literature and fashion. Who says you can't be smart and stylish?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-175787466292302583</id><published>2009-03-24T17:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:57:22.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Inflence: It doesn't suck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SeqElKMZB8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/32ZGn4yyQH0/s1600-h/influence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326215283245385666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SeqElKMZB8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/32ZGn4yyQH0/s400/influence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh me, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Friday I went to the library in search of books on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YSL&lt;/span&gt; for my French &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ISU&lt;/span&gt;. After finding what I went looking for, I decided to browse the stacks because a) I was bored and b) I had half an hour to kill. During my browsing what should I stumble upon but 'Influence', a book written by the Olsen twins, the girls who brought us such hits as 'Passport to Paris' and 'New York Minute' (well, maybe 'hits' isn't the right word). With a smirk, I checked it out, eager to see what these skinny rich girls who I didn't really think much of could put together. I was expecting a half-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;assed&lt;/span&gt; group of essays written by them with the help of several high-paid writers explaining their love of shopping or the downside to being billionaires. I expected the worse, and I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'Influence' is a great coffee table book. The interviews and personal without sacrificing relevance and the photographs are impeccable. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Olsens&lt;/span&gt; are clearly very well connected young women! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What stood out to me in this book was the survey that the twins filled out themselves. Titled 'The Proust Survey', its questions actually required some soul-searching and thought. I'll try to write it out, but for now, I'm too lazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What can I say? Buy it, borrow it, steal it. Whatever. Just read it. It has its appeals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To the Olsens: I am sorry for misjugding you. Forgive me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-175787466292302583?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/175787466292302583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-got-out-of-influence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/175787466292302583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/175787466292302583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-got-out-of-influence.html' title='Inflence: It doesn&apos;t suck!'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SeqElKMZB8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/32ZGn4yyQH0/s72-c/influence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-7779378521683730405</id><published>2009-03-24T16:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:39:04.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Topshop NYC (it's about time!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something wicked this way comes!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whenever I go to Europe, I'm constantly on the lookout for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt;. Since my first visit (it was to the location in the Plaza &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;del&lt;/span&gt; Sol in Madrid) I've been drawn to their selection of eclectic and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt; merchandise. The store just reeks of a youthful sass that is unlike anything else I've ever experienced. But it always made me sad that my only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt; experiences were European because, sadly, they haven't opened any stores on this side of the pond. Luckily for me, that's all about to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After numerous delays, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Topshop&lt;/span&gt; will finally be opening its first North American store on on April 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; 9 days from now. Yes, it's in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SoHo&lt;/span&gt;, NYC &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ie&lt;/span&gt; hours away from Toronto, it's a hell of a lot closer than their next closest location in the UK. Fortunately, I will among the first to break in the new store because I'm going to NYC for the opening! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yessir&lt;/span&gt;, in little over a week I will be lacing up my most comfortable pair of Chucks and strapping on my elbow pads to fight through the crowds of hipsters and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fashionistas&lt;/span&gt; desperate to share part of the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly excited, but none of that means anything without you there to share it with me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-family:Arial;" &gt;EDIT: God damn this recession! Won't be making the voyage down south due to lack of funds. Merde! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-7779378521683730405?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/7779378521683730405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/topshop-nyc-its-about-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/7779378521683730405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/7779378521683730405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/topshop-nyc-its-about-time.html' title='Topshop NYC (it&apos;s about time!)'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-3616227847574737631</id><published>2009-03-20T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:44:08.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;University Bound!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today I got into Ryerson Journalism School ie my first choice. I accepted the offer today so yes, I will be going there next year. Phew. This whole university process is out of my head - that is, until I need to apply for residence. Now, if only the scholarship fairy would come by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-3616227847574737631?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/3616227847574737631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/3616227847574737631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/3616227847574737631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-5384188530533495204</id><published>2009-03-18T21:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:39:16.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local designers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toronto'/><title type='text'>Local Shit: Neogami Origami</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Samaritan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So recently I was cruising on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt; and randomly came across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; plea to have something translated into French. Seeing as I'm bilingual and the woman worked in fashion, I figured I may as well help her out. I quickly translated the text for her and emailed it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The woman in need turned out to be Maggie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Krawczky&lt;/span&gt;, the Toronto designer behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Neogami&lt;/span&gt; Origami Jewellery. We've been corresponding for a bit, and I have to say, her stuff is incredible. Here line of necklaces, earrings, and even those cute things that dangle from cellphones are quirky and different, incorporating natural and at times surreal elements into unique pieces. Here's a small preview of her work. If you'd like to see more, check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neogami.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.neogami.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314706632699059410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/ScGhhh9wnNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rrJubzxzraE/s400/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314706628168681570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/ScGhhRFoiGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RHrW9usYE6g/s400/penny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314706627884930066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/ScGhhQB-1BI/AAAAAAAAAJM/VtmkqoQdJUE/s400/blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314706621097191298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/ScGhg2vqJ4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/bNhxSatAg_Q/s400/Mini+Crane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-5384188530533495204?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/5384188530533495204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/local-shit-neogami-origami.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/5384188530533495204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/5384188530533495204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/local-shit-neogami-origami.html' title='Local Shit: Neogami Origami'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/ScGhhh9wnNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/rrJubzxzraE/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-702610520117240236</id><published>2009-03-02T18:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:42:09.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='companion'/><title type='text'>Ay, joder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SaxuNmevipI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1ALx_DAAzT4/s1600-h/boy-protest-lonely-planet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308739240709819026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SaxuNmevipI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1ALx_DAAzT4/s400/boy-protest-lonely-planet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mio&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm having way more trouble than I would ever have anticipated finding a travel partner for this summer. I mean, I've found a few friends that can spend a few days with me when our paths cross, but no one with whom to spend 41 consecutive days. This is not good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maybe it's wrong of me to expect my friends to be able to travel. I mean, with university looming so close ahead, is it not reasonable for them to be trying to scrimp and save? Reasonable: yes. Convenient for me: not so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I myself am fine with the idea of traveling through Europe alone. I don't intend to be involved with any nefarious activities or stalk through the slums late at night. It's just that my father has absolutely forbidden me from going sans &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;partenaires&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; voyage, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alors&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;suis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;peu&lt;/span&gt; fucked right now. Hopefully someone will turn up, and I will not have to enjoy Europe through the pages of a Lonely Planet book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-702610520117240236?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/702610520117240236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/ay-joder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/702610520117240236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/702610520117240236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/ay-joder.html' title='Ay, joder...'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SaxuNmevipI/AAAAAAAAAI8/1ALx_DAAzT4/s72-c/boy-protest-lonely-planet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-3804516356772955614</id><published>2009-03-01T17:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:36:18.216-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>DADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SasMFJKEQ3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hnGH1RX5a_Q/s1600-h/zurich2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308349868283282290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SasMFJKEQ3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hnGH1RX5a_Q/s400/zurich2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a beautiful picture of Zurich, Switzerland: home of the Dada movement, and one of the cities that I hope to visit during my Epic European Adventure this summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;According to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coolcapitals.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.coolcapitals.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, it's a pretty hip place to be. In fact, since the early 1900s, Zurich has been a significant hub for intellectuals and creative types looking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pursue&lt;/span&gt; discussion and thought. Unfortunately, it hasn't been a hub for fashion designers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fashionistas&lt;/span&gt;, but I can see past that. It's the history that I'm there for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How else can I some up my feelings about Zurich? It is only fitting that I do so in a Dada-inspired poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tall buildings of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;porcelain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conversation hearts munching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seedy cafes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fish in the big pot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zurich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the telephone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Insert tongue in cheek now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-3804516356772955614?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/3804516356772955614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/3804516356772955614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/3804516356772955614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/03/dadadadadadadadadadadadadadadadad.html' title='DADADADADADADADADADADADADADADADAD'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SasMFJKEQ3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/hnGH1RX5a_Q/s72-c/zurich2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-2461830147415966892</id><published>2009-02-26T19:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:14:43.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion design'/><title type='text'>Ooo baby, baby b-b-b-baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/Sac-WQDVR2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0KolCV6jtq0/s1600-h/250px-NotButter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307279237866407778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/Sac-WQDVR2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0KolCV6jtq0/s400/250px-NotButter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yikes! Talk about unfaithful!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been so busy these past few weeks with my Ryerson Fashion Design portfolio that I've not had the time to update. Tres, tres desolee. But I'm here now, and ready to write, write, WRITE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, not really. I'm quite sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;University Updates&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've handed in both my Journalism and Fashion Design portfolios. Already, I am starting to think that I've made dozens of mistakes on both of them. I'm honestly on pins and needles...I think I included items in my journalism portfolio that don't count as journalism. I think I mislabeled something in my fashion portfolio. The anticipation of my rejection/acceptance is killing me softly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On a brighter note, I was given an early offer of admission to Queen's!! Hazaa! I have somewhere to go now if Ryerson doesn't work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have started planning my route through Europe. I will fly into Paris and take the train to Hamburg, Vienna, Zurich, Bern, Florence, and Rome in that order. It will be a trip of decadence and thrift. All I need to do now is find someone to go with because my father will &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;let me go without a partner. Grr! The life of a child is never an easy one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smells like School Spirit&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So last week I went to my school's semi-formal. The music was terrible and the company wasn't on par to last year's (a lot of my good friends couldn't make it/were smart enough to save their cash), but I didn't let that ruin my time. Why? Because I was in one hell of a dress and would not let the crappy atmosphere rain on my parade. Here's a picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307278348654805778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/Sac9ifexAxI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QRVOt660ZyY/s400/semiblank.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dress by Betsy Johnson. Shoes by Guiseppe Zanotti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-2461830147415966892?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/2461830147415966892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/02/ooo-baby-baby-b-b-b-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2461830147415966892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2461830147415966892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/02/ooo-baby-baby-b-b-b-baby.html' title='Ooo baby, baby b-b-b-baby'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/Sac-WQDVR2I/AAAAAAAAAIc/0KolCV6jtq0/s72-c/250px-NotButter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-466615778799904087</id><published>2009-01-27T20:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:26:08.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outfits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion design'/><title type='text'>Artsy Fartsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SX-zzAdnVRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aTJrdcF-xFY/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SX-zzAdnVRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aTJrdcF-xFY/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296149375689905426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blurry evidence that awesome patterns and checks do go well together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;All's&lt;/span&gt; not so quiet on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ryerson&lt;/span&gt; front &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I finally got my letter in the mail telling me when my Fashion Design portfolio is due in at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ryerson&lt;/span&gt;. It's due on the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. This means I have 17 days to get everything finished (can't leave things to the last minute, can I?). I need to speed the @#$% up if I want to be done on time. Agreed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every hot chick with a camera thinks she's a photographer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I stuck myself into that box once again by taking profile pictures of several members of the Juice, my school's e-zine. I have to say, they were looking pretty incredible after I was finished editing them. I'll need to seek permission from my subjects if I wish to post them, but I don't see why they should object. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I do love photography though. I couldn't care less for taking classes or learning all of the technical stuff though. I just like coming up with cool ideas for pictures and fooling around with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;DSLR&lt;/span&gt; until I have just the shot I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Writing News&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got my short story back from Writer's Craft yesterday and, much to my pleasure, I received a near perfect mark (29.5/30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; bad!). This just thrilled me because writing fiction is sort of my thing, so I was really worried that I wouldn't do well. I don't want to start tooting my own horn so I'll just stop now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-466615778799904087?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/466615778799904087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/artsy-fartsy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/466615778799904087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/466615778799904087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/artsy-fartsy.html' title='Artsy Fartsy'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SX-zzAdnVRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/aTJrdcF-xFY/s72-c/DSC01432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-1538834738793233152</id><published>2009-01-25T19:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:37:01.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><title type='text'>No, Rodarte, I don't think you're sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those of you who have been living under a rock for the past few seasons, this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rodarte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295394110416035074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SX0E4yELHQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/342_1dDoMyA/s400/rodarte2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295394050134066242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SX0E1Rf1REI/AAAAAAAAAH0/28WPPxygC3M/s400/rodarte3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295393999581621490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SX0EyVLMLPI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ARIO_J2142g/s400/rodarte4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SX0EsXFHh5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/qgZkRCKubME/s1600-h/rodarte+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295393897013806994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SX0EsXFHh5I/AAAAAAAAAHk/qgZkRCKubME/s400/rodarte+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, am I the only person into fashion who does &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;consider &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rodarte&lt;/span&gt; to be anything special? It's like everywhere I turn they're being lauded for their amazing fashions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The designers seem adorable, the style is definitely unlike anything I've ever seen, but the clothing makes me want to gag myself with a toothpick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's the truth: I hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rodarte&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-1538834738793233152?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/1538834738793233152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-rodarte-i-dont-think-youre-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/1538834738793233152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/1538834738793233152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-rodarte-i-dont-think-youre-sexy.html' title='No, Rodarte, I don&apos;t think you&apos;re sexy'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SX0E4yELHQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/342_1dDoMyA/s72-c/rodarte2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-7606156354981844994</id><published>2009-01-25T19:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:14:24.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New project on the block</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to Fabricland (Canada's source for commercial patterns and overpriced fabrics) in search of a fun pattern to work on. I mostly waded through page upon page of trendy garbage until I found this lovely pattern.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295387830689924882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SXz_LQQzBxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XloS45RnkvI/s400/newpattern.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be making the blue one in the back. I bought this HAMAZING orange fabric (grrr...I can't remember what it's called). I hope to have this thing done by the end of next week. Why the end of next week? Because I'm lazy and busy: the worst combination for any wannabe seamstress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fabric wasn't cheap ($30/m? WTF??) so I'll need to be super careful and, more importantly, not waste any of it. This will be my magnum opus...or so I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-7606156354981844994?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/7606156354981844994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-project-on-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/7606156354981844994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/7606156354981844994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-project-on-block.html' title='New project on the block'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SXz_LQQzBxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/XloS45RnkvI/s72-c/newpattern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-8627380584705474239</id><published>2009-01-24T16:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:01:30.282-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><title type='text'>Frocks for Spring</title><content type='html'>Though winter shows no sign of ending soon in this God-forsaken country (I mean this jokingly--- I'm sure God's still kicking around here somewhere), I can't get on to a computer without browsing longingly at dresses that won't be practical until the warmer weather comes around. Here are some of the ones I was lusting after today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294983308857646418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SXuPQ_AVHVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_kG3WKzZxiI/s400/secretarydress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294983306389887474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SXuPQ1z-GfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7x7omj77-Q4/s400/outfitters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294983304080726658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SXuPQtNbGoI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XxvZ0Qg1aao/s400/cb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SXuPQifU7aI/AAAAAAAAAG8/x11cb7RbmYE/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294983301203029410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SXuPQifU7aI/AAAAAAAAAG8/x11cb7RbmYE/s400/black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-8627380584705474239?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/8627380584705474239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/frocks-for-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/8627380584705474239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/8627380584705474239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/frocks-for-spring.html' title='Frocks for Spring'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SXuPQ_AVHVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/_kG3WKzZxiI/s72-c/secretarydress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-2844296033026863727</id><published>2009-01-23T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T22:16:16.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence that fashion is not just a way of occupying idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fashions come and fashions go, but style reigns eternal. Or something like that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ughh&lt;/span&gt; excuse this lapse in memory. I'm usually pretty good with quotes. Anyways, I'm all for the classics, but there's something so deliciously decadent about indulging in the passing trends that we all know are born to die. This is why there is a fashion industry, but no style industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read many a fashion blog, but very few have totally absorbed me. This is mostly because they individuals writing them usually spend all of their time critiquing different collections from a pretentious eye or carefully breaking down what's in style. Where's the fun in that? No where. Because it doesn't exist in these worlds. I believe that fashion, though temporary, is about more than what we see on the catwalk. Fashion is what you wear on your back, what you see in the streets, or, if you're in a position similar to my own, what you see walking past you in the school hallways. It shows a feeling, a mood, a statement. It shows a piece of you to the world without opening your mouth. Fashion is not just art or an expensive luxury. It's a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And herein lays my passion for fashion, if you will. Fashion is something artistic that carries you through life. Fashion is what people first see when they see you; what changes your mood when you're down; an integral part of your memories. Why else would first-day-of-school frocks and wedding gowns have to be so carefully selected? Fashion defines moments in our lives and, on a grander scale, moments in history. Fashion can tell one so much about different periods in time. The pencil-skirts of the forties remind of the rationing periods of WWII. The sack dress dictates the carefree sentiments that followed WWI. The bold patterns and extremes of the sixties weave the tales of rebellion, freedom, and change that shook the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all of you who believe that all of us who love fashion and want to dedicate our lives to it, think twice before you call us 'stupid' or 'superficial' because in calling us these things, you are only affirming your own ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Allyssia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-2844296033026863727?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/2844296033026863727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/evidence-that-dashion-is-not-just-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2844296033026863727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2844296033026863727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/evidence-that-dashion-is-not-just-way.html' title='Evidence that fashion is not just a way of occupying idiots'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-475978623672331906</id><published>2009-01-23T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:36:21.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Never put off to tomorrow..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...what you can do tomorrow :P I'm sure you can put it off longer than that. But today I decided to something different. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; did &lt;em&gt;today &lt;/em&gt;something that I could off until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;. Today I handed my application to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ryerson's&lt;/span&gt; School of Journalism &lt;em&gt;early. &lt;/em&gt;Impressive, non? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sois&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;contente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;l'avoir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fait&lt;/span&gt;, I can not help but feel a bit nervous. From what I've read, 1500 students apply and only 135 students get in. If this didn't make me feel nervous enough, I also found out that the number of applications to Ontario universities is up by something like 10% this year. Can you spell competition? F-U-C-K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silly girl in vintage pearls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the minute that I got home this afternoon, all that I could think about was finding an internship for the summer. In both the fashion industry and the world of journalism, she who hesitates to intern is lost, so I figure that I might as well start interning as soon as possible. I actually have interned before though. Last summer I worked as a faithful, unpaid "assistant" at House of Spy, a Toronto clothing company. After a summer of cutting, cleaning, tracing, and sewing [on buttons], I really grew to appreciate exactly what it means to work hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I interned at a fashion design place last year, I'm trying to find a magazine to intern at this year. The only problem is that in Toronto, fashion journalism internships aren't exactly springing up like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dandelions&lt;/span&gt; and I refuse to work for any other type of publication. Luckily, I have family living in NYC (family who, might I add, I didn't know about until last month), so I can also apply for internships there. I know the odds of me getting accepted anywhere without a single year of university experience are slim, but hopefully what I lack in experience I can make up for with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;moxy&lt;/span&gt; (Do people still say '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;moxy&lt;/span&gt;'? Is 'moxy' spelled 'moxie'??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-475978623672331906?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/475978623672331906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-put-off-to-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/475978623672331906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/475978623672331906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-put-off-to-tomorrow.html' title='Never put off to tomorrow..'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-2476545662613164628</id><published>2009-01-07T15:20:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:16:15.732-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>A Year in Flats and Sharps: The Top 5 CDs of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This year (well, last year) I picked up a ton of CDs. I'm actually not too sure why I continue to buy them, seeing as it's cheaper to buy them online and cheaper still to download them on Limewire. I guess I'm just a sentimental at heart, trying to savour these remaining days before they go the way of vinyl and Betamax. Anyways, here are the top 5 CDs of 2008 that, after listening to them, I think you should check out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lykke Li - Youth Novels&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll have to thanks iTunes' new Genius function for recommending this brilliant album. Lykke Li, who's real name is Li Lykke Timotej Zachrisson, has a voice unlike any other that I've heard. It's almost childlike with its vulnerability and purity. &lt;em&gt;Youth Novels&lt;/em&gt;, her debut album, is unclassifiable. It's not quite electronic, not quite pop, and definitely not your typical indie album. Her sound is completely and refreshingly unique. There are songs to dance to, songs to cry to, and songs to just hum along with. I can't wait to see how this cute, little Swede will follow-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My top songs would have to be "&lt;strong&gt;Dance, Dance, Dance&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;Time Flies&lt;/strong&gt;", and "&lt;strong&gt;My Love&lt;/strong&gt;", but her single "&lt;strong&gt;Little Bit&lt;/strong&gt;" seems to be getting rave reviews across the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cat Power - Jukebox&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was really hoping to get Cat Power's (nee Chan Marshall) &lt;em&gt;The Greatest&lt;/em&gt; for Christmas, but this one made for a pleasant conciliation prize. I sort of expected that I would like this album before I even tore it out of it's plastic covering. I'd heard many of Cat Power's songs before, and had fallen in love with her lazy, breathy voice and minimalist style that reminded me of a matured Feist (though she's only 4 years Feist's senior). &lt;em&gt;Jukebox&lt;/em&gt;, mostly a collection of covers, really makes for easy listening. I've listened to the CD from the first song to the last without once feeling bored. One thing I will say is that, after the first 5 tracks, the songs just start to blend into each other, which is a definite turn-off, albeit a small one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd have to recommend "&lt;strong&gt;New York&lt;/strong&gt;", and "&lt;strong&gt;Ramblin' (Wo)man&lt;/strong&gt;" which are, funnily enough, the first two tracks on the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lady Gaga - The Fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our hair is perfect while we're all getting shit-wrecked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;No, this isn't an obnoxious Paris Hilton quote. It's a line from Lady Gaga's "Beautiful, Dirty, Rich". These are the types of lyrics that characterize this first album from Lady Gaga, the voice behind last summer's mega-hit "Just Dance". The song topics are superficial and crass, referencing riding on a guy's "disco stick", making out in the bleachers, and getting wasted among other things. Anyone would assume that these would make for an awful album but, surprisingly, &lt;em&gt;The Fame&lt;/em&gt; manages to be very listenable and even got me to sing along unabashadely with it's shallow lyrics. Maybe it was the awesome, pop-electronica melodies, but what I think made the album so bearable was the fact that the lyrics were so absurd. They were just fun and, in this world of deep, profound lyricists, they offer a welcomed escape. Oh, and Lady Gaga, or should I say Stefani Joanne Germanotta actually has a pretty good voice, something that is really rare in this day and age. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out "&lt;strong&gt;Pokerface&lt;/strong&gt;" (as if you haven't already), "&lt;strong&gt;Just Dance&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;Boys, Boys, Boys&lt;/strong&gt;", and "&lt;strong&gt;Money Honey&lt;/strong&gt;" for some campy, decadent fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Black Keys - Attack and Release&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Top record all the way. &lt;em&gt;Attack and Release&lt;/em&gt;, which is the band's 5th album (7th if you count EPs), delivers the same blues-rock sound as its predecessors while still differentiating itself from them. Lead vocalist Dan Auerbach delivers on every song with the same emotion, and skill that characterized their past recordings. You could put this CD on and not have to press skip once because, as familiar as the sound is, the songs are not all the same. There's a healthy mix of faster songs ("Strange Times", "Oceans and Streams"), slower songs ("All You Ever Wanted", "Things Ain't Like They Used to Be") and those songs that make you just want to drift off to another place ("Psychotic Girl" does it for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My top songs would have to be "&lt;strong&gt;Strange Times&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;So He Won't Break&lt;/strong&gt;", and "&lt;strong&gt;Psychotic Girl&lt;/strong&gt;". This is an album that I strongly recommend to any music lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cold War Kids - Loyalty to Loyalty&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robbers and Cowards&lt;/em&gt; was probably my favourite CD of 2007. For that year I was hooked on this indie rock band from California. So when I heard that they were releasing their sophomore album, I was both excited and hesitant. I was hungry for more from the boys from Cali, but I was worried that their second effort wouldn't live up to their first. Luckily, I wasn't disappointed. &lt;em&gt;Loyalty to Loyalty&lt;/em&gt; is just as intelligent and, to put it simply, just as good as its predecessor, though it is markedly more raw in terms of vocals and melodies. The album's best quality is that it tells stories that aren't usually told is music, which is what I liked most about &lt;em&gt;Robbers and Cowards&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Best songs? "&lt;strong&gt;Dreams Old Men Dream&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the Occupation&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;On the Night That My Love Broke Through&lt;/strong&gt;", and "&lt;strong&gt;Relief&lt;/strong&gt;". I must also give honourable mention to "&lt;strong&gt;Golden Gate Jumpers&lt;/strong&gt;", which showed me that yes, it is possible to mention crabs "having their way with you" in a serious song. Poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Honourable Mentions&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shad (rap) - The Old Prince&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hits: "Old Prince Still Lives At Home", "I Don't Really Like To", "Exile" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britney Spears (pop) - Circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hits: "Womanizer", "Blur", "Kill The Lights" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh Huh Her (electropop) - Common Reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hits: "Dreamer", "Away From Here", "Explode"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-2476545662613164628?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/2476545662613164628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-in-flats-and-sharps-top-5-cds-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2476545662613164628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2476545662613164628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-in-flats-and-sharps-top-5-cds-of.html' title='A Year in Flats and Sharps: The Top 5 CDs of 2008'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-4556965681715649342</id><published>2009-01-07T13:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:20:44.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Fine in '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy (belated) New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I've been terribly unfaithful to thing blog and, trust me, nobody regrets it more than me. In the end, it's only my writing that suffers, and my credibility that gets questioned. I've never been one for commitments, but I'm trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;University Update&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I've officially applied to university. It was tough deciding, but I narrowed my choices down to three programs: Journalism at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ryerson&lt;/span&gt;, Fashion Design at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ryerson&lt;/span&gt;, and French at Queen's. I was really considering applying to Waterloo as well, but in the end I decided that the whole "vibe" there was not for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fashionista&lt;/span&gt; Diaries&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ryerson&lt;/span&gt; portfolio has been coming along very slowly. Honestly, I had no idea how much work went into doing the simple things requested, like completing a garment or making good sketches. Like my internship over the summer, working on my portfolio has given me a greater respect for the fashion industry. Hopefully I'll get into the program and be able to learn how to do all of these things more efficiently and, ya know, better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-4556965681715649342?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/4556965681715649342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/fine-in-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/4556965681715649342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/4556965681715649342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2009/01/fine-in-09.html' title='Fine in &apos;09'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-2684827912279213620</id><published>2008-11-18T08:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:02:04.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart forgetful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey there. Sorry about the long and certainly uncalled for absence. I've been terribly busy these days. So much has happened in the time that I've been away. Since I'm both lazy and not awake enough to write a cohesive summary, I'll just sort of write a list of major occurrences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. And the Award goes to...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SSLJmZE5JoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5zp_0O5SBnE/s1600-h/Loran.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269996175380522626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SSLJmZE5JoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5zp_0O5SBnE/s400/Loran.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yessir&lt;/span&gt;! Yesterday I found out that I was chosen as a semi-finalist for the prestigious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Loran&lt;/span&gt; Award, a scholarship program that recognizes students who have displayed great leadership and service to the community. It really came as a shocker yesterday because, according to a letter that I received from the organization, I should have found out on Friday. It turns out that they did try to contact me on Friday but due to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOMEONE'S&lt;/span&gt; forgetfulness, I never got the message. But no worries! I'm just pleased to have been accepted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Becoming a semi-finalist is only the beginning of a long, competitive process. I mean, I'm up against some of the most accomplished high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;schoolers&lt;/span&gt; in Canada. I guess I'll just need to bring the charm and, more importantly, the confidence to my interview (it's December 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, by the way) because if we're all so accomplished, it's probably character that they're using to narrow it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Working girl&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So far I've done about 3 shifts at the Gap and earned about $114. It's not much, but it's a start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The people at this place are wonderful. All of them. I met this very attractive and equally nice boy (let's call him G) there too. He's studying Journalism at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Humber&lt;/span&gt; (he couldn't afford university), which definitely scores him a few more points. But it's just a silly girlish crush at this point. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; not anything major, but it felt nice to write about him. I just hope that he never ends up reading this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Fashion is for fashion people...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Since Saturday I have been in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;full out&lt;/span&gt; fashion mode. Wait, that sounds ridiculous. Let me try again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Since Saturday I have been working tirelessly on constructing the garments for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ryerson&lt;/span&gt; application. The dress that I've been working on for the last few days has been causing me some major headaches. I mean, between burning lace, fucked-up gathers, and thread shortages, I've just barely been able to keep my cool. The weird thing is that, no matter how many obstacles I encounter, I just can't bring myself to just give up. There's just nothing cooler than being able to bring my vision (err, design) to life. I'll try to post some pictures when I'm finished. That &lt;em&gt;shouldn't&lt;/em&gt; take too long, but one never knows...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and did I mention that I blew more than half of my paycheck on fabric and notions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SSLIyo-ciyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/F08HwFyVa0E/s1600-h/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995286295251746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SSLIyo-ciyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/F08HwFyVa0E/s400/black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. New discoveries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'m totally loving The Black Keys. They are awesome. I will go buy their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CDs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. University of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nevermind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On November 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; I registered to take the SAT Reasoning Test. It was a spur of the moment decision really, and now I'm starting to have second thoughts. I mean, even though I've been going through 4 hours of tutoring a week for the past 3 weeks, I'm starting to doubt that I'll have mastered the mathematical principles required to do well on the math sections. The other parts should be no sweat, but the school is taken as a total so my individual section marks don't matter. I don't know. I know that I should be more confidant, but I can't be. I've always sucked at math (well, maybe 'sucked' is a strong word). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269995543457270498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SSLJBm-piuI/AAAAAAAAAFc/AQx3omEQzLE/s400/exam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've rambled long enough. Take care y'all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-2684827912279213620?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/2684827912279213620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/11/absence-makes-heart-forgetful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2684827912279213620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2684827912279213620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/11/absence-makes-heart-forgetful.html' title='Absence makes the heart forgetful...'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SSLJmZE5JoI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5zp_0O5SBnE/s72-c/Loran.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-8659557998621699631</id><published>2008-10-31T17:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:56:58.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He did the Mash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Halloween! Well, it would be were this not my first year without a costume. I'm devastated. I was just too busy to find one during these past few weeks. I even planned to whip something up quickly this morning but, as luck would have it, I forgot to set my alarm clock and ended up  strolling into Law 40 minutes late (which wasn't such a bad thing...). But it sucks. I really wanted to dress up. I guess I should probably start looking/sewing now if I want to have a kick-ass costume for next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inflated like a zeppelin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm feeling really confidant right now about my writing. I've been doing extremely well in Writers Craft and producing some articles for my school's e-zine (I'm the Editor, by the way) that I'm really proud of. I feel that over the past year I have progressed in leaps and bounds as an author and a journalist, which just makes my heart smile! I've been writing since the days when I bobbed around in cow-covered turtlenecks, so it's awesome to have finally reached the point where others are commending my efforts. But this is only the beginning. I need to focus on building a solid portfolio if I intend to a) work for &lt;em&gt;Vogue &lt;/em&gt;and b) make a living off of my fiction. Baby steps, honey. Baby steps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hear the people sing?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My school is putting on a musical this spring and I could not be more thrilled! This is the first musical that my school has performed in something like 8 years! When I went to a performing arts school, we were all obsessed with musical theatre. I performed in a few myself and my CD collection has a great stock of musical soundtracks. The musical is actually one written by one of my school's music teachers. This would usually set off a few alarms in my head, but he's actually brilliant when it comes to producing brilliant arrangements and really knows how to bring the most out of the vocalists that he's working with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and I totally plan to try out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bisou&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-8659557998621699631?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/8659557998621699631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-did-mash-happy-halloween-well-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/8659557998621699631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/8659557998621699631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-did-mash-happy-halloween-well-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-830083822202926969</id><published>2008-10-29T20:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:06:37.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Snow is falling all around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, not yet, but it's bound to start up soon. Today was cold and it looks as though Halloween will be the same. Shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Competition&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm competitive, but there are some things that I won't leave up to chance. It's stupid and crazy and will only end in disappointment. In this case, it's my trip to France. Both my brother and I want to go, but it looks as though my Dad will only be paying for one of us if we can't come up with a solution. And we'd need to compete for the spot. Which is ridiculous. Anything that actually matters or pertains to France or French, I could win. But instead, there have been suggestions that other totally non-France related things should be the deciding factor. This is ludicrous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Snow is falling all around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seven o'clock and the roads are blocked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I walk downtown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's no one around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The streets are dark and there's no one about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wander home and all the, the lights are out&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These are lyrics from the awesome song by The Specials (my favourite ska band) called &lt;em&gt;Blank Expression. &lt;/em&gt;Look it up. It's brill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-830083822202926969?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/830083822202926969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/snow-is-falling-all-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/830083822202926969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/830083822202926969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/snow-is-falling-all-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-3776517113409840990</id><published>2008-10-28T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:04:40.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess who's back?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Canada's most beloved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fashionista&lt;/span&gt; is finally back in her home and native land and is she ever glad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking back on my last post, I was very, &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;unfair to New York City. I actually love it now. I think it's the fact that it was my first night that influenced my views so negatively. So NYC, I'M SORRY! You are a wonderful, albeit dirty and overpopulated city with a lot to offer. I hope to go back soon. I'm thinking of getting an internship there over the summer, either at a design studio or a magazine. We'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fashion U Recap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay. Here we go: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tory Burch Seminar: Though she's stunning for a mother of three, she didn't seem very relatable, primarily due to the fact that she went on and on about her family's wealth yet tried to make it seem as though she had a long and difficult path to success. Also, I didn't like that when she began her foray into fashion, she did so with a complete lifestyle brand and retail store. Those kinds of things just seem like cash grabs to me, especially when the person heading the initiative has to extreme experience in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;production&lt;/span&gt; of any of the goods that they're choosing to sell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Editors Seminar: Infinitely useful! They were all interesting and had distinct personalities. They answered questions frankly, never trying to get our hopes to high, or painting some sort of unrealistic picture. I even managed to get the e-mail addresses of two of the editors, in case I had any questions or wanted to apply for an internship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Peter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Som&lt;/span&gt;: I like him! He was so friendly and friendly. He walked us through the creative and production processes, showing his own sketches and garments as examples. He was also really funny, which I liked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Proenza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Schouler&lt;/span&gt;: Brilliant. They [designers Lazaro Hernandez and Jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McColl&lt;/span&gt;] were so funny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;laid-back&lt;/span&gt;, not to mention very cute. They had a lot of cute anecdotes and gave great advice for people looking to get into the world of fashion. But above all, they seemed really genuine and fun. At no point did it seem as though they took themselves too seriously. I loved their designs, and now I love them too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, that's all for now. I have to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fulfill&lt;/span&gt; some domestic duties. I'll try to post pictures tomorrow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-3776517113409840990?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/3776517113409840990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-york-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/3776517113409840990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/3776517113409840990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-york-i-love-you.html' title='New York, I love you'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-7330964492094302771</id><published>2008-10-24T21:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:08:21.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New York New York: It's Hell in a town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Them VS Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first night in New York has not been fabulous. If anything, it has made me appreciate my home and native land more than ever. Here are the top ten differences between New York City and the place that I'm from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. Our water is somewhat blue. NYC water is black. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. Our city is busy. NYC is bustling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Our Coke is sweet. NYC Coke causes diabetes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Our sidewalks are fairly clean. NYC sidewalks are filled with the overflow of garbage cans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Our bad Sales Associates are incompetent. Bad Sales Associates from NYC scare you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Our bad drivers run red lights. NYC bad drivers almost run over innocent pedestrians with the right-of-way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Our pedestrians j-walk when the streets aren't busy. NYC pedestrians j-walk to race with traffic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. Our cops look suspicious when they carry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tasers&lt;/span&gt;. NYC cops DON'T look suspicious toting AK47s (I kid you not! They're right outside of my hotel!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Our traffic moves slowly. NYC traffic doesn't move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Our citizens are polite(for the most part, anyways)! NYC citizens...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now please, don't think that I hate NYC. When I came to the city, I was hopeful as a bright eyed-child on her first trip to the zoo, or some other such place. I'm just totally bummed that it's not living up to my expectations. The movies are to blame! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fashion U Day 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fashion show was unimpressive. There were only two designers that caught my attention. The rest were merely decent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For some reason, I didn't connect with anyone there. I tried to approach this one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; girl, and was snubbed completely! So for the most part I just sort of kept to myself and enjoyed the concert (The Whigs were awesome! I bought their CD. It's called &lt;em&gt;Mission Impossible&lt;/em&gt;. Be sure to check it out!). Overall, the event was boring and unmemorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out in the streets &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My brother and I walked home from the show, which was on 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Street, between 3rd and 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, back to our hotel, which is smack dab in the middle of Time Square. The walk didn't take too long, and was fun until we started to get back into the tourist part. That part was excruciating. I hated having to force myself through the crowds. It was as though I were trying to swim upstream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, now my feet are killing me and I'm in desperate need of a cold drink. I'm hoping that tomorrow will be better than today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-7330964492094302771?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/7330964492094302771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-york-new-york-its-hell-in-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/7330964492094302771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/7330964492094302771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-york-new-york-its-hell-in-town.html' title='New York New York: It&apos;s Hell in a town!'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-3285369537093403169</id><published>2008-10-23T22:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:53:46.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen vogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to hear me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In about 7 hours I'll be leaving for my flight to NYC. I'm very stoked. I just finished packing my stuff, though I still have a few items in the car to shove in and a very competent camera to charge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everyone seems to be dressing to impress, and I can't help but hope that I can be equally stylish though somewhat differently dressed. From what I've seen on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, a lot of us have very similar style. I guess there really isn't anything new under the sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would posts pictures, but I don't have my camera. I'll be sure to have someone take a picture while in in NYC getting my style on (what does that even mean?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange you glad I didn't say banana?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Dad has made me the happiest girl this week by finding not one, but TWO of my favourite soda pops that are typically only available in Europe: Tango Orange and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fanta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Naranja&lt;/span&gt; (Orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fanta&lt;/span&gt;). You have no idea how much I've longed for these drinks. They're probably the most delicious sodas in the world. Canada needs to start carrying these. It's a matter of showing international tolerance and improving international relations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Situation getting hairy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday I went to the hair salon and let Gloria, my stylist, have her way with my hair. The result is wonderful. The front is all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; now, but doesn't look at all garish or tacky. She's an artist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm really getting used to this short hair thing. It's so much easier to take care of than long hair, and allows for all sorts of experimentation. I definitely recommend going short for anyone with the right face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...It's more the way your eyes are laughing and they glance across the great divide...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-3285369537093403169?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/3285369537093403169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-you-to-hear-me-in-about-7-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/3285369537093403169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/3285369537093403169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-you-to-hear-me-in-about-7-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-5970769054529594690</id><published>2008-10-23T19:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:54:51.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen vogue'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pump it&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9:00 tomorrow morning I will be on a plane to New York City; the Big Apple; the NYC; The City That New Sleeps. I'm starting to get excited, but you'd never know that from looking at me. I'm so tired and just zoned out that I look like any movement at all would be the death of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have this box of chocolate-covered almonds, I'm warm, and chill, and someone is telling me a funny story. I'm so glad that I have four days of fashion-related fun away from school. Yes, I'm feeling good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These almonds taste so delicious. Yumm. I hope that the food in New York is just as savory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-5970769054529594690?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/5970769054529594690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/pump-it-900-tomorrow-morning-i-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/5970769054529594690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/5970769054529594690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/pump-it-900-tomorrow-morning-i-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-874603292060832868</id><published>2008-10-20T15:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:40:33.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a picture, it'll last longer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So on Wednesday I'm meeting up with my friend Valerie, who just happens to be a gifted photographer. She wants to take pictures of some of my fantastic shoes. Then I need to provide her with paragraphs that explain an interesting story behind them. That should be fun. No one has weirder or cooler stories than me when it comes to shoes. God, I have done some interesting things in my shoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Valerie is an excellent photographer and I know that the pictures will be excellent. She's using them as part of an assignment. She's the one who took the awesome pictures that were part of my Fashion U application. She's also a great friend and so darn entertaining. A lovely girl, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Risky business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need to take more risks. I need to get out there and do some crazy things before I'm too old to do so without pulling a hernia. I'm not sure what. Hopefully it'll come to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wednesday is half-day at my school, so I finish at about 10 am. I think I'll do some baking that day. Brownies...always a delightful experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-874603292060832868?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/874603292060832868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-picture-itll-last-longer-so-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/874603292060832868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/874603292060832868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/take-picture-itll-last-longer-so-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-2127432466116436508</id><published>2008-10-20T09:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:26:35.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where's my head at?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm at school right now and my head is killing me. We had to leave the house and 6:50 am so that my brother could get here on time. Urgh. And I think I'm going through blindness spells. My eyes are that tired. I'm sure that I would go completely blind if I stepped into the sunlight. Apparently occasional deafness runs on my dad's side of the family (well, for the men anyways. Not sure about girls. I'm one of two girls in 5 generations!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Money worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've decided that I need to find a way to make a lot of money with minimal efforts. So far my solutions are winning the lottery and robbing a bank, both of which seem rather unlikely. I guess doing minimal work isn't too bad. I'll see if anyone will pay me to write for them. What's the word? Copy writing? Something like that. I'll look it up when I get home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-2127432466116436508?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/2127432466116436508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheres-my-head-at-im-at-school-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2127432466116436508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2127432466116436508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheres-my-head-at-im-at-school-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-2547215933623991468</id><published>2008-10-19T21:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:24:37.775-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><title type='text'>A man will chase a woman until the woman catches him</title><content type='html'>The chase is only fun for so long. Eventually people give up, and move on to something more attainable. So, if you are the one being chased, make sure that you don't want to be caught before the other person loses interest for good! And if you do want to be caught, make sure that you're worth the chase, otherwise you might have to suffer some embarrasing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another useful lesson from &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-2547215933623991468?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/2547215933623991468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-will-chase-woman-until-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2547215933623991468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/2547215933623991468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-will-chase-woman-until-woman.html' title='A man will chase a woman until the woman catches him'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-720436543448178452</id><published>2008-10-18T21:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:40:45.510-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the gap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a boy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On November 13th H&amp;amp;M will begin to sell their limited edition collection designed by Rei Kawakubo of Comme des Garçons. I'm stoked. I never would have guessed in a million years that I would be able to own a part of the CDG dream before I had a full-time job but, like an angel working on God's benevolant behalf, H&amp;amp;M has granted my wish. The collection is dark, unique, and intriquitely tailored. Yes, some of it looks a little cheap and sloppy to me ( a lot of it tries to go for that deconstructed, baggy look), but the majority of what I've seen looks great. If the line's release is anything like the release of their collection by Roberto Cavalli, we'll all need to line up nice and early with our Nike Shox and elbow pads if we want to leave the store in one piece and, more importantly, get a piece of the magic. For Ontarians: the collection will only be available at the Yorkville and Eaton Centre locations.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_y0qN2wI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PhHp-ZPZcFs/s1600-h/scrabble.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_UKB1QqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AjngMpzroXY/s1600-h/cdg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259007342895514274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_UKB1QqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AjngMpzroXY/s400/cdg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_URzfMwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ksAYaUnNMcE/s1600-h/comme-des-garcon-hm-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259007344982831874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_URzfMwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ksAYaUnNMcE/s400/comme-des-garcon-hm-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_UXZEVdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/D03Q7pDRtYs/s1600-h/comme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259007346482632146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_UXZEVdI/AAAAAAAAAE0/D03Q7pDRtYs/s400/comme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_UoFkfBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t7BvALcMDeg/s1600-h/comme-des-garcon-hm-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259007350964255762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_UoFkfBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/t7BvALcMDeg/s400/comme-des-garcon-hm-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259007355989966306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_U6zyveI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vWNgjv1-H-Q/s400/comme-des-garcon-hm-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So live your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Every now and then you learn something new about yourself. Wait, that's not right. Let me try again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Every now and then you're forced to acknowledge something about yourself that you either never noticed or never wanted to acknowledge before. When you finally do, accept whatever it is that you've found out, and get back to living your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's hip to be square&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last night I watched a CNN special on the "fall of the fat cats" that we're observing during this financial crisis. To be honest, I don't feel any intense pity for any of the people on Wall Street, the people who decided to trust them with their money, or the people who are suffering because they chose to purchase items on credit that they could not afford. Firstly, money earned through investments is not hard-earned money. When you decide to play with fire, you need to be able to accept the potential burns. You can't be upset because you played the game and didn't win. That's part of the gamble. Secondly, it's about time that our society gets our heads around the fact that sometimes it's better to do without than to use imaginary money to pay for things. This is what we call learning a lesson the hard way. So shame on all of us! Shame! Shame! Shame! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then we played Scrabble and it was decadent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First day of work&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was my first day at the Gap. I went in trying to look very Gap-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and I think it worked. Basically, I wore what I always wear but without the crazy Chucks, which I now know are actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;permitted&lt;/span&gt;! I think that I'll enjoy working here. At the beginning of orientation they showed us this awesome video montage of the Gap in previous decades. It made me pumped. It was great. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;discount&lt;/span&gt; in wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunting for flying lizards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I went to the local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HMV&lt;/span&gt; to try to order the Flying Lizards' eponymous album, only to be told that the CD had been &lt;em&gt;permanently discontinued&lt;/em&gt;. Is that even allowed? I couldn't believe my ears! I was able to order their second CD, but this came as such a demoralizing blow. This means that I'll need to search through obscure record stores for my fix, which I guess isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; a bad thing. I can't even download the CD on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Limewire&lt;/span&gt; because nobody has the songs! I guess I'll need to look extra hard in New York. I hear that they have a few record stores there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On a brighter note, I picked up Uh Huh Her's &lt;em&gt;Common Reaction &lt;/em&gt;and Shad's &lt;em&gt;The Old Prince. &lt;/em&gt;These should keep me warm for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-720436543448178452?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/720436543448178452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-boy-on-november-13th-h-will-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/720436543448178452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/720436543448178452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/like-boy-on-november-13th-h-will-begin.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPu_UKB1QqI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AjngMpzroXY/s72-c/cdg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-1153569385279615984</id><published>2008-10-17T23:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:19:46.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Totally forgot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     To say this random thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was in Challenge and Change today with awesomesuperfuncrazycoolfunnycrazypervy Mr. McDermott and he was lecturing us about feminism in the 50s and his question was: were they were making it so that people respected women's work (e.g having kids, homemaking, knitting etc.) or making it so that women did what men did? My brain started hurting at this point because my thoughts were just racing into each other and colliding and then oy! what a mess it all makes. I was like, wait a minute: that's a good question! Personally, I think women and men should just be able to do what they want but it doesn't look like that's going to happen ever. And then he just kept asking more and more of these hypothetical questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the whole point is that deep thinking makes my brain hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I actually thought I needed to lie down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But maybe it wasn't the deep thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I'm just tired because a girl cannot live on 7 hours of sleep a night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But when I think about anything &lt;em&gt;truly &lt;/em&gt;deep and philosophical my brain hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So it must be the thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Does it take more out of your brain when you think more? Is thinking hard mental gymnastics? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But that sounds silly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm speaking like that politically scandalous talking Barbie doll. But I love dolls. And make-up. And knitting. And fashion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is there something wrong with me embodiying so much of the feminine stereotype? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Too---much---thinking---drives---us---insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes---just---let---yourself---be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Turn---off---the---switch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm capable of abstract thought. I'm just tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But that's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-1153569385279615984?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/1153569385279615984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/totally-forgot-to-say-this-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/1153569385279615984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/1153569385279615984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/totally-forgot-to-say-this-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-1795383545373166527</id><published>2008-10-17T21:53:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:20:22.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen vogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPlNO54cr6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/c5DBOp8i3wM/s1600-h/tings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258318958382854050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPlNO54cr6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/c5DBOp8i3wM/s400/tings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swallow words one by one&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why, Ting Tings? Why must your music be so infectious? As I write this I have 'Great DJ' blaring in my ears and I have to say, that duo has an awesome sound and their songs just stick in your head forever. I love 'That's Not My Name'. Let that be a warning to everyone: don't be shy and anonymous, otherwise you're just asking for awkward moments. In the mean time, check these out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's Not My Name &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=6UX0p7uAW2s"&gt;http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=6UX0p7uAW2s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Great DJ &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=myJnsqGgxxM"&gt;http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=myJnsqGgxxM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shut Up and Let Me Go &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=8r23cm7bL9E"&gt;http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=8r23cm7bL9E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Be The One &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=F5BybSb6W4g"&gt;http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=F5BybSb6W4g&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dayz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today I finally got my application in for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Loran&lt;/span&gt; Award, this amazing scholarship granted to Canadian students looking to study at one of the major Canadian (or just Ontarian?) universities. It's valued at something like $16, 000 a year, which is incredible. That's 90% of tuition and residence fees paid off with one check. But competition is stiff. The winners are typically people who started charities when they were twelve or taught the blind how to play the piano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I finished filling out my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Millennium&lt;/span&gt; Excellence Award scholarship application. It didn't take &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;long since I already had many of the answers finished because it had many questions in common with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Loran&lt;/span&gt; Award application. I think that my chances are pretty good with this one. Why? Well, my beloved friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sidra&lt;/span&gt; said so, and her word is gospel. Well, when it comes to scholarships anyways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't know why I seem the be the only one of my friends who is focusing on scholarships. I guess they're all having trouble finding ones this early because most of the early ones are for leadership and community involvement. Their time will come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fashion U&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPlM-EWXqHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6j3h9OxrA6o/s1600-h/brenner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258318669134932082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPlM-EWXqHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6j3h9OxrA6o/s400/brenner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Teen Vogue Fashion University is a mere week away and, as should be expected, my excitement is mounting by the hour! I still need to 1) get my camera from my mother's house, 2) look up the weather in New York City for this time of year and 3) decide what I'll be wearing. If I don't decide this weekend I'll end up carting off nothing but a dufflebag full of laundry and a stick of Tide-to-go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Friday some of the girls and I are going to Carmines for dinner before The Whigs concert and then we're going to Max Brenner for dessert. How will you be able to recognize us? We'll be the impeccably dressed young women in killer heels and vintage dresses pretending to be old friends. If you're lucky enough to be going, I look forward to seeing you! If not, there's always next year. Besides, I plan to post plenty of pictures! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm being dragged out of bed at 9:00 am so that I can meet the wonderful girls on Prom Committee at 10:30 am so that we can look at halls for almost five hours. I hope this goes well and that Shanell doesn't mind me sleeping in her car when we're in tranist. Zzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our prom theme is Shakespeare which thrills me because it was my idea. I love when things are big and theatrical, so I know that this theme will be perfect. That is, unless our funding remains limitied and impossible to work with. Well, it's still early so we have plenty of time to fundraise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, good night. Allyssia loves you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-1795383545373166527?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/1795383545373166527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/swallow-words-one-by-one-why-ting-tings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/1795383545373166527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/1795383545373166527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/swallow-words-one-by-one-why-ting-tings.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPlNO54cr6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/c5DBOp8i3wM/s72-c/tings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-7246691370465166675</id><published>2008-10-16T18:31:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:38:00.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just want back in your head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Okay, these songs have been in my head all day. Check them out on Youtube. I'm sure that, just like virtually every other song, you'll find them there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Womanizer - Britney Spears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I hated the song at first but, after hearing it again and seeing the smoking hot music video, I was addicted. It's fun, it's up tempo, and I guess it has a good message? Don't believe me? Yeah, I guess I wouldn't either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Teenage Kicks - Nouvelle Vague &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A great cover. I love the bossa-nova/new wave sound that this band produces. They're CDs are constantly in rotation on my CD player or my iPod. I hop that they come up with another album soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Creeps (Get on the Dancefloor) - [The] Freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A girl that I got to know really well when I was in Spain got me hooked on this song. It's a great song to dance to in the mirror to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Back In Your Head - Tegan and Sara &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I have no idea why this is in my head. There's just one line that keeps playing over and over again in my head: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm not unfaithful but I'll stray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Classic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Will sing for shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Okay, I know they're way out of my budget, but I was on the Saks website and could not resist gawking at these beautiful Louboutins. So as the title says, I'll sing you a pretty little song if you'll give me a pair of these in return!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPfHb8Ss3OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k35xeBenXJM/s1600-h/maryjane.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257890372833303778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPfHb8Ss3OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k35xeBenXJM/s320/maryjane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPfHcP3YMDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZL77KoNAGGM/s1600-h/bootie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257890378087411762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPfHcP3YMDI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZL77KoNAGGM/s320/bootie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPfFQCh7-sI/AAAAAAAAADs/m9pUprdAU2A/s1600-h/bootie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257887969326136002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPfFQCh7-sI/AAAAAAAAADs/m9pUprdAU2A/s320/bootie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As you can see, I have a thing for black footwear. I think that, ultimately, a well-made, gorgeous black shoe is the ultimate accessory. Why? Well firstly, black goes with everything. Secondly, a simple black shoe is a lot easier to transition from season to season that, say, a pink, patent leather, rhinestone-encrusted pair of thigh-high boots. Or Uggs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-7246691370465166675?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/7246691370465166675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-want-back-in-your-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/7246691370465166675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/7246691370465166675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-want-back-in-your-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPfHb8Ss3OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/k35xeBenXJM/s72-c/maryjane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-4151179559384797315</id><published>2008-10-14T21:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:51:42.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling on the floor laughing my fucking ass off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; See? It doesn't sound so nice when you don't use the acronym! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways, I found these literally minutes after I posted my rant on hipsters. They're funny. Maybe not rotflmao funny, but worthy of a few half-hearted chuckles at the very least. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257192074966891490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPVMVqBme-I/AAAAAAAAADk/2iuJQT6lcMc/s320/fuckinghilarious.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPVLcrA7r0I/AAAAAAAAADU/5ud0DB8NVxY/s1600-h/bingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257191682857835570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPVL-1ThHDI/AAAAAAAAADc/wh1s3gKvnhk/s320/lol.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-4151179559384797315?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/4151179559384797315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/rolling-on-floor-laughing-my-fucking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/4151179559384797315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/4151179559384797315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/rolling-on-floor-laughing-my-fucking.html' title='Rolling on the floor laughing my fucking ass off'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPVMVqBme-I/AAAAAAAAADk/2iuJQT6lcMc/s72-c/fuckinghilarious.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-9200997085847155300</id><published>2008-10-14T20:33:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:32:58.687-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conformity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american apparel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPVGUbPrWUI/AAAAAAAAACs/J4fyhlGgyBM/s1600-h/queens.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257185456749762882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPVGUbPrWUI/AAAAAAAAACs/J4fyhlGgyBM/s320/queens.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School progress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A representative from the University of Toronto came to our school today to try to convince us to spend up to twenty grand a year at their prestigious haven for scholarly thought. I wasn't convinced, to say the least. The presentation was made more painful by the fact that the rep spoke with an upward inflection at the end of each phrase. Note to rep: not everything needs to be stated as a question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and I think I want to go to Queens. It's stunning and has an excellent reputation. Let's see how long THIS lasts for! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wisdom&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257185762762867042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="264" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPVGmPO4wWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pm1hznmM2QA/s320/zen.gif" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I read this quote today. I don't remember who said it, but I really find it to be appropriate. I don't think that any of us ever &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;know what we should or want to do. Asking for advice is merely a way of battling out our contrasting views until we come to the conclusion that we want without having to go throw the inner turmoil that comes with thinking it out in our heads. Because it hurts. A lot. I know this from experience. I've actually had head aches from thinking thing through too much. That's why I've tried to do it less often. I'm not the most zen person you'll ever meet, but I've been trying to just go with the flow and follow my heart, as cheesy and ridiculous as that may sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But still, I ask for advice anyways! Oh, how I wish that I could stop! After reading this quote, I can't even justify doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPVHMTK7AAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kwAjOA6Si0U/s1600-h/hipss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257186416655007746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPVHMTK7AAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/kwAjOA6Si0U/s320/hipss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a dip hipsters!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Is it just me, or have the hipsters completely taken over the world? Now I can't leave the house without seeing waif&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; guys and gals in colourful American Apparel garb, "witty" T-shirts, ironically hideous cardigans/grandpa sweaters, and unhealthily skinny jeans. Or worse: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;afghans&lt;/span&gt;! For those of you who don't know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;afghans&lt;/span&gt; have a political meaning! They are more than just a cool piece of cloth to wear with your Deep-Vs! So stop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't know what it is that totally bugs me about hipsters, or &lt;em&gt;indie snobs, &lt;/em&gt;as my friends and I like to call them. I think it's the fact that they, in general, seem to think that they're so creative and innovative, and going against the grain when. From simple observation, it should be clear to all of them that this is not the case at all! In their attempts to appear as non-conformists and unique individuals, they're become conformists themselves. And they refuse to admit this! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But some people liken hipster style the hippies, the beatniks, or the flappers before them. This could not be farther from the truth! Those actually meant something! The hippies were making a statement against the war and the pro-military sentiments of the 1960s. The beatniks were rebelling against the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;materialism&lt;/span&gt; that took over society in the 1950s. The flappers were lashing out against &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-WWI ideals. What are the hipsters doing? Nothing! They merely appropriate the styles and influences of these movements and other similar ones to create their own brand of meaningless consumerism! (*cough*Urban Outfitters*cough*) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know, you must be thinking that I'm a pretentious 'hater'. Let me get this straight: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I DON'T HATE HIPSTERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I happen to know some very nice ones. I'm not saying that they should change their style. If anything, I think that they should keep it (hipster boys look so delicious!). I only think that, to preserve an ounce of integrity, they should own up to the fact that no, they aren't being creative or witty or unique with their sense of style and yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and be careful when you leave the house! Vice Magazine might be watching...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY THE WAY: &lt;/strong&gt;Check out 'L.E.S Artistes' by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Santogold&lt;/span&gt;. The ultimate in hipster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;diss&lt;/span&gt; tracks. &lt;a href="http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=kCeZzW54a2o"&gt;http://ca.youtube.com/watch?v=kCeZzW54a2o&lt;/a&gt; (Ironically, hipsters seem to love Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Santi&lt;/span&gt; White) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-9200997085847155300?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/9200997085847155300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-progress-representative-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/9200997085847155300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/9200997085847155300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-progress-representative-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPVGUbPrWUI/AAAAAAAAACs/J4fyhlGgyBM/s72-c/queens.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-113511861996653299</id><published>2008-10-13T17:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:02:50.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POW'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; HAVE A GR8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TG&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Allyssia&lt;/span&gt; here. Yesterday was Canadian Thanksgiving, and today is our day off to recoup after last night's festivities. So for all of you who celebrated with family and friends, happy belated Thanksgiving. For those of you celebrating in the US, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' worry! You're day will come soon, along with a myriad of sales so that you can...have even more to be thankful for? Whatever. All I know is that we don't have Thanksgiving sales here, and Thanksgiving or the day after (Black Friday, maybe?)&lt;em&gt;definitely aren't &lt;/em&gt;the biggest shopping days of our year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*By the way, I was trying to be ironic with the title. I don't really speak that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPPIGK6weGI/AAAAAAAAACU/jRQMa4pNU64/s1600-h/Flapper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256765198407071842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPPIGK6weGI/AAAAAAAAACU/jRQMa4pNU64/s320/Flapper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's almost mid-October and only now am I beginning to think about Halloween. Of all of my friends, I'm probably one of only 3 or 4 who still dress up for this important occasion, which is sad. I remember when we were younger and Halloween was the best day of the year (following our birthdays and Christmas of course!), and we'd all look forward to dawning our witch or [insert predictable costume here] costumes before trick or treating, another tradition that most of us seemed to have abandoned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPPIVa6pOtI/AAAAAAAAACc/6mOLgTdLu90/s1600-h/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256765460399602386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPPIVa6pOtI/AAAAAAAAACc/6mOLgTdLu90/s320/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well this year I'm in grade 12, so this is probably the last year that I'll be able to really get into dressing up and go trick or treating, assuming that in university I'll be focusing on my studies instead of banging on doors just outside of the campus demanding candy. Because of this sad fact, I've decided that this must be the greatest Halloween yet. Since I can't have a party (I live miles away from the majority of my friends), I'll just focus all of my energies on finding a stellar costume. I was thinking maybe a show girl, a wench from the Renaissance, or a flapper.I wanted to be Storm but the costume is near impossible to find! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's this wonderful costume shop in Toronto called Malabar (it's at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McCaul&lt;/span&gt; and Queen West, for those of you who know the neighbourhood) that I'll probably try to rent my costume from. It might be pricey ($75-100) but I think that the last Halloween of my childhood is worth investing in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gossip Girl &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I have to admit: I love this show. I love the fashions; the music; the ridiculously unlikely situations; the fact that everyone is hot for some reason; the fact that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;glamorizes&lt;/span&gt; some very negative things. It's a really entertaining show and, yes, I will be watching it tonight on the CW if my unenlightened family members will let me have my hour of television. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't stop the music&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1) I CANNOT find the Flying Lizards CD! I've been looking all summer, and I've yet to find a store with a sales associate who even knows who they are. Am I on glue? Is this band a figment of my imagination? Does anyone have their CD? If so, where did you get it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2) I'm organizing a concert to raise funds for the Boys and Girls Clubs of Canada. It's to be called POW!. I'm trying to get some hip, young, fun, colourful, unique bands to perform. If you live close to Toronto, I would look out for tickets at some point early next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm just throwing that out there now. I'll try to keep up to date with the event's progress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I organized a used clothing/BBQ/bake sale during the spring called Project X123 to raise money for Sunshine Dreams for Kids. We ended up raising $1500 for the charity, which isn't too shabby seeing as it was the first fundraiser that I organized by myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Arighty. That's all for tonight. I need to go study for my Spanish test. Oh, and props to me! I didn't mention any of the foolishness going on in my personal life. That, my friends, is what we call restraint and professionalism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-113511861996653299?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/113511861996653299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-have-gr8-tg-allyssia-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/113511861996653299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/113511861996653299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-have-gr8-tg-allyssia-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPPIGK6weGI/AAAAAAAAACU/jRQMa4pNU64/s72-c/Flapper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-4797014329605505813</id><published>2008-10-12T11:53:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:33:33.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the gap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Progress on Schools &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So last night I unofficially decided that I might go to Waterloo to study English Rhetoric and Professional Writing, along with French and Spanish. I'm really curious to see how long this decision lasts for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPIiIuOieDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7WmC3kcV_88/s1600-h/mob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256301248338098226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPIiIuOieDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7WmC3kcV_88/s320/mob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Style Mob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last night at around 2 am, I joined this site called Stylemob.com. I must say, at first I thought it to be some superficial site where hipsters post pictures of themselves to receive praise. Well, in a way it is, but it's also so much more. There are forums where people can get advice, plenty of good inspiration, and, luckily for me, viewers can actually give "constructive criticism" for outfits that they don't like. It's a fun site, but being on it has made me realize that I don't have any photos that show off my style. I'll try to get on that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Job Alert! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Recently I went to a group job interview at the Gap, a store that I'm starting to like now that Patrick Robinson is at the helm. Even more recently I was offered the job as a Sales Associate. I accepted. I start next week, apparently, and I need to come in looking "Gap-like". I'm not quite sure what that means, which is the problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Usually, my style is a little bit off, and not as all-American as the Gap's image, so I don't know if my wardrobe will be able to provide me with 4 different outfits a week that fit into the Gap mold. I guess this is why they offer a discount to employees. That Gap look isn't cheap! Luckily for me, their newest collection is just as delicious as their fall collection. In particular, I'm loving this button-down, high-waisted skirt, and their brown, leather bomber jacket.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256302047052492418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPIi3Nq47oI/AAAAAAAAACM/hMvxl-TX0nE/s320/skirt.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256301578728219298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPIib9BroqI/AAAAAAAAACE/3hvYMlw25kE/s320/bomber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Coupe Bizarre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last Saturday at Nuit Blanche, a contemporary art thing held annually in Toronto, I volunteered to be part of a performance art piece, where a person would cut the hair of volunteers in this sort of box and photographers would take pictures through the door of the box and a hole in one of the box's walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wasn't anticipating that he would cut &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;of my hair off. I went in with hair that was shoulder-length and left with hair that doesn't even touch my neck. At first, I was shocked and a bit mortified, thinking that it looked horrible, despite the reassurance of my mother, one of my friends, and several strangers who I'd asked for their opinion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now, a week later, I've grown to love my new cut! I really want to get a picture of my hair up soon! Before it was very patrician - immaculately styled, very average. I mean, I even had the typical brunette shade. Now, it's edgy and fun and really seems to suit me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alright. That's all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-4797014329605505813?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/4797014329605505813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/progress-on-schools-so-last-night-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/4797014329605505813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/4797014329605505813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/progress-on-schools-so-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPIiIuOieDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7WmC3kcV_88/s72-c/mob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-8881543812505596014</id><published>2008-10-11T16:26:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:33:45.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conformity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american apparel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Fashion High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEO8UnBVgI/AAAAAAAAABM/BT_EXflZo8g/s1600-h/ralph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255998669605393922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEO8UnBVgI/AAAAAAAAABM/BT_EXflZo8g/s320/ralph.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Les &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Conformistes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson once said that "the virtue in most request is conformity." I could not agree more. As a student, I witness this sort of behaviour, this lust for conformity and quest for belonging at the cost of one's individuality on a regular basis. Is there conformity in high school? Duh. To see this, you need not consider more than high school fashions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEPFIP6K4I/AAAAAAAAABU/FYS_L914zfE/s1600-h/conform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255998820906052482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEPFIP6K4I/AAAAAAAAABU/FYS_L914zfE/s320/conform.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whether through first-hand experience or courtesy of the media, we have all seen this stale story. We're all familiar with the different cliques and circles dressed almost identically, yet with wide smiles across their faces. We have the Preps, in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abercrombie&lt;/span&gt; couture strutting around like they own the place; the hipsters decked out in "unrecognizable" American Apparel gear and ironic T-shirts; the Scene kids with their heavily lined eyes, bright accessories, piercings, and black shirts, broadcasting to the world which bands are on their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;iPods&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As much as people try to dismiss the existence of these groups and others, we all know that they exist. Most have of us have probably even tried to fit into one or two groups ourselves. I've just never been one of them. Strange, huh? I've never been able to give myself over to these different groups when it came to fashion. I just could never fully understand why anyone would want to dress just like someone else on purpose! I live in constant fear of the days when I'll show up wearing the same outfit as someone else (this actually happened to me twice this school year. Once with a purple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TNA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; that I absolutely adored, and again with a striped American Eagle sweatshirt that I received for Christmas. I've since gotten rid of both of them. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Believe me. I'm working on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Message To You!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEPQ2o-LAI/AAAAAAAAABc/cnO_WIWQujg/s1600-h/conformista.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255999022337764354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="254" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEPQ2o-LAI/AAAAAAAAABc/cnO_WIWQujg/s320/conformista.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For all of the young conformists out there, I have a message. Your conformity disgusts me. All of you, who go out of your way to look just like anyone else, be they your friends, celebrities, or the stars of today's newest TV cult, make my eyes roll and my fists clench. I cannot stand your blatant displays of dependence and insecurity or your desperate desire to belong, or fit it, or be accepted, or whatever it is that you're trying to accomplish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe it or not, there is still something to be said for being yourself and being unique. I know, you're going to tell me that the way you dress is your "own style". That's rubbish, and you know it. Is it then a coincidence that the majority of your friends dress the same way that you do? Do you all just happen to have the same individual style? Rhetorical question. We all know the answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a place and a time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, conformity has it's place. I agree that there are some parts of the body that we should all do our best to keep covered, or certain offensive messages that seem funny when you're getting stoned in your buddy's basement that should be kept off of t-shirts. I'm all for conformity is that regard! But that does not mean that we need to conform so utterly and completely. Especially as young people! By the time that we're thirty, most of us will have way less freedom to choose what we wear to work that we have now, as students. So why are we wasting our youths by limiting our creativity to "what everyone else is wearing?" Save the shackles for adulthood, when many of you will have lost your desire to be daring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think about it!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Most importantly, conformity often requires that people compromise who they are in order to fit an ideal. Rita Mae Brown once said that "The reward for conformity is that everyone likes you but yourself." Is that a price that you're willing to pay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To all of you who are yourselves and do not dress in accordance with anyone else intentionally, I commend you. Teach your misguided brethren the art of individuality. If that fails, rant publicly about their lack of uniqueness. Loudly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So there. These are my views on fashion conformity in schools. If you disagree, that's very unfortunate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-8881543812505596014?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/8881543812505596014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/fashion-high-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/8881543812505596014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/8881543812505596014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/fashion-high-school.html' title='Fashion High School'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEO8UnBVgI/AAAAAAAAABM/BT_EXflZo8g/s72-c/ralph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5494893744210976916.post-1634858703810746922</id><published>2008-10-11T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:34:23.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bell jar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coach boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen vogue'/><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255985416908219826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEC46dypbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UJTBSJi0Y-0/s320/laughinglikeanass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey there. My name's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Allyssia&lt;/span&gt; and I'm a high school student. I live right outside of the grand city of Toronto, Ontario (that's in Canada, for those of you who don't know), and attend a school in a city that is even closer to Toronto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fashion and literature are two of my biggest passions. To combine both of these passions and earn a living, I want to become a fashion journalist. After doing that for a while, I want to settle down and travel, write novels, and freelance for magazines and newspapers around the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What do I like to do? Well, shopping and writing are obviously among my favourite activities. I also love to sing, and was recently asked to be the lead singer for a band. I'm also really involved in school extracurriculars and love to take on leadership positions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, that's enough for the scholarship application information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decisions, decisions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like most other grade 12 students, I'm currently faced with the challenging task of deciding on a university program. I'm still not 100% sure what I want to study, or where I want to study. It's weird. I know what I want to do, but I don't know how to go about doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm sure that I want to start off with a career in fashion journalism. I'm seriously considering studying Journalism so that I can meet this goal. The only problem is that none of the schools that offer Journalism offer the flexibility, environments, or minors that I'm interested in, so I'm trying to come up with another major that would be equally useful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I really need to buckle down and start visiting schools and asking questions about things that really matter to me. I've had enough of school reps coming to my school to tell us all about meal plans and how well their sports teams are doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255984423424187698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEB_FcvXTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KCypvmt_who/s320/teenvogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teen Vogue Fashion University&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;13 days from now I'll be on my way to New York City for Teen Vogue's annual Fashion U'! I'm so excited! For three days, I'll be rubbing elbows with industry elite (e.g the editors of Teen Vogue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Proenza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shouler&lt;/span&gt;, Jill Stuart, Tory Burch, etc) and other girls and boys who are as interested in the fashion industry as I am. I definitely need to start compiling my list of questions! Hopefully going will give me a better idea of what I should be studying next year, and what steps I should take to reach my goals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It should be a weekend to remember. When I first heard about it, my thoughts immediately turned to Sylvia Plath's &lt;em&gt;The Bell Jar. &lt;/em&gt;I don't know if that's a good thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255982690540952418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEAaN9Lm2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/H0qmmgfSBxQ/s320/coachboots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, winter is coming on fast, and I still don't have a good pair of winter boots. I've searched through Holt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Renfrew&lt;/span&gt; and I'm yet to find a suitable pair. I'm really considering going with this pair from Coach. I just don't know how weather-effective they are. Can they handle the harsh Canadian winters? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and I'm hoping to get my hands on this cute pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Louboutin&lt;/span&gt; ankle boots before it gets to cold for me to wear them. But at almost $900, they're a pretty pricey investment. I guess that's what parents are for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Idle youth, enslaved to everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5494893744210976916-1634858703810746922?l=pumpsandplath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/feeds/1634858703810746922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/decisions-decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/1634858703810746922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5494893744210976916/posts/default/1634858703810746922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpsandplath.blogspot.com/2008/10/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions'/><author><name>Allyssia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06907530224484606659</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SclG1n08xfI/AAAAAAAAAJk/cTb0UqxVoUA/S220/omg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KfKlzHJRxs0/SPEC46dypbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UJTBSJi0Y-0/s72-c/laughinglikeanass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
