tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66313974364736113112024-02-07T04:38:14.284-08:00The Laugh Slut(noun): A person that laughs at anything. They are constantly laughing and/or smiling.Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-36379692343883315722011-07-15T00:51:00.000-07:002011-07-15T00:53:53.901-07:00AHHHHHH NEW BLOG!So I finally did it.<div>I made a new blog!</div><div>I loved this blog, The Laugh Slut provided me a year of fashion, friends, memories and more fashion and I loved it!</div><div>But now I think I've outgrown this blog, sadly, but fear not ol' pals!</div><div>I'm still going to be around! Just pop on over </div><div>to <a href="http://youngandseamless.blogspot.com"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">YOUNG AND SEAMLESS</span></b></i></a> to catch me in all my awkwardness from here on out.</div><div>Oh I really hope you will, I've had such an amazing ride with you!</div><div>Love you alll! Thank you for all your support and love.</div><div>xxAnisa</div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-32540588372363643762011-06-20T11:23:00.001-07:002011-06-20T12:05:44.181-07:00REVAMP<div>My life has changed drastically and, in honor of this, I want to start a <i><b>BRAND NEW BLOG</b></i>.</div>EVERYTHING WILL BE DIFFERENT BY THE END OF THE MONTH, PROMISE!<div>NEW LAYOUT,</div><div>NEW NAME,</div><div>NEW ME!</div><div>STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT!</div><div>THANKS FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT LOVERS!</div><div><br /></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-74001361715894506102011-06-10T10:55:00.000-07:002011-06-10T11:24:00.826-07:00DIGGIN'<div style="text-align: justify;">This is going to be the longest, most stressful, ridiculous weekend of my life. 4 day, 3 books, 1 5-pg paper, furniture diy, 1 move-in,1 2-pg proposal, a million designer outreach, and more! Ohhh boy. You know that saying, <i>"don't stretch yourself too thin?"</i> TOO LATE FOR THAT NOW!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0330-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0331-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sun is making me oh so giddy! It's nice for CA to finally ditch the dreary clouds and rain and embrace the sunshine. Each day has been extremely busy and I'm getting into the swing of it. It's going to take some time but I can dig.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0333-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0332-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I did the unthinkable. I went into Home Depot, alone, and stayed there for almost 2 hours. WTF RIGHT? I needed to pick up paint and paint supplies to DIY the old bed frame I'm using in my apartment. I spend forever turning around, looking from paint samples to paint samples, trying to figure out sponge vs. paintbrush vs. roller, but it was all worth it! I picked out a beautiful color by Martha Stewart called "Sea Glass," it's a nice sea foam. I can't wait to show you the final look and feel of my apartment room! Now it's time to get back to painting! Then off to do some thrifting for more furniture and hopefully I'll get through two of my books tonight!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0334-3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went for a little chill, down-with-the-flow kind of feel with my outfit. This is basically going to be my summertime uniform; high waisted cutoffs and a tee. It's comfy, relaxed, and no fuss. My kind of an outfit.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0327-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0329-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>thrifted white floral tshirt, high waisted cutoffs, black studded belt, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>vintage owl necklace, tights, urban outfitters brown ankle boots, fake raybans</i></span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-8677549264639615162011-06-08T12:29:00.000-07:002011-06-08T12:52:22.594-07:00VAMPY<div style="text-align: justify;">Summer happened and attacked so fast, I can hardly keep up with this busy as a honey bee life when I'm so accustomed to the<i> lazy dazy hazy</i> feel of the summer sun. I wake up around 8 AM and start my ridiculous amount of reading (300+ pages per night, sigh) for my social history class which I'm actually loving! <i>THEN</i> I have to get my little booty over to Berkeley and leave around dinner time amidst the horrific rush hour traffic. It doesn't sound like much, but it's definitely a hand full. Ahhh, I need to start updating more so I can cut down on my writing and post more pictures, cause, let's face it, no one likes a text heavy post!</div><div><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0317-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0317-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0322-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0322-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Good news! Actually awesomely fantastic news! You're looking at the new designer outreach/boutique management/social media & PR intern at <a href="http://membersofmelange.com/">Member of Melange</a> and I seriously could not be more excited! Not only is this my first ever internship but it incorporates basically every aspect of everything I like! My first fashion team meeting is tonight and I am in a blunder of nervousness/happiness, I can't wait to get deep into it and get started! I have one more internship interview on Friday, I'm keeping my fingers crossed and wishing upon 11:11!</div><div><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0318-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0318-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been rather productive lately (GO ME!) and I'm entirely sure what's the deal with that. Not that I'm complaining whatsoever, I love the feeling of being productive and making little lists and checking them twice (oh Santa! You have the bestest job in the world!), but it's just something I'm not used to and I can't figure out what prompted it. It feels like one day I just woke up, the light bulb <b>dinged</b>!, and I came to the realization that I only have 3 years left at Cal...OH NO! HOLY COW! It's time to do everything I want to do and there's just so much I want to, hope to, wish to accomplish before my years in college are over. I love the tired feeling at the end of the day where I simply can't gather up the energy to stand up and knowing that's due to a day full of productive shizz, aww yeaah! Look at me, I'm all grown up! HOORAY!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0319-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On brighter news, literally, the sun is finally out! Yay, the sun has come out to play and I'm indulging in it before it leaves us again. Hello bare legs, good bye leggings! I'm finally getting back into my groove and wearing something more than my beloved oversized denim tops with leggings and moccasins, it's about time! These t-strap wedges are my new buffalo exchange haul, they're deena & ozzy and they sooo remind me of vampires, am I right? And if anyone dares to make a Twilight reference...well, I may just have to kill you. I couldn't wait to break out my vintage skirt from <a href="http://joellenlove.blogspot.com/">JoellenLove</a>, it's so cute and I love the uneven and distressed hemline. Ugh, I've seriously missed wearing actual clothes, it feels oh so lovely.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0326-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>h&m leather jacket, stone necklace, cut up victoria's secret tank up, thrifted leather belt, </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>vintage printed uneven skirt, deena & ozzy vampy wedges</i></span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-32873227661006735432011-05-29T21:11:00.000-07:002011-05-29T22:03:49.455-07:00HEY HEY LA! (PART 3)<div style="text-align: justify;">This is it. The last of my LA adventures, the end of the hoopla, the finale. TA DA! Let's begin.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/243945_2079535266312_1182952358_32550683_6853741_o-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Three girls, in LA, what to do, what to do?! We couldn't think of a better use of a day than to visit the holy bench that the amazing buttocks of <i>Joseph Gordon-Levitt </i>and<i> Zoe Deschanel</i> (among with a million of other die hard romantic's) have graced. I gladly smothered my <b>own</b> ass all over the bench to soak up all and any essence of the two that is still left on the bench. Not going to lie, I died a little on the inside. Died in a good way, my heart swooned all over the place. I promise, nee, I SWEAR I'm not a stalker....<i>I SWEAR</i>!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0278-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 787px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0294-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A little photo sess later, we needed a caffeine fix to prep us for the little drive back and to warm us up because the sun in LA never came up that day and left us with nothing but wind. Little did we know that everything in downtown LA closes by 5PM. <i>UHM WHAT?!</i> Confused? Indeed. But we eventually found a cute little organic coffee shop by UCLA that had delicious desserts that flavor-danced all over my tongue. Yummmmmm!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0298-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vintage wallpaper-esque flowy top: H&M ($9)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vintage brown belt: thrifted ($5)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">brown "explorer" skirt: taiwan ($3)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">grey knee highs: target ($1)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">mocassins: crossroads ($12)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">chandelier-like necklace: f21 ($8)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vintage coach satchel: thrifted ($15)</span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/241488_2079530146184_1182952358_32550663_35697_o-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0299-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 849px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">The next day, our final day in LA, I <i>HAD</i> to make time to go to the Melrose Trading Post and I'm <i>SOOO</i> Happy I did! Let me just say, <b><i>vintage heaven</i></b>, OH DEAR LORD! Within 5 seconds of walking in we spotted a Rumi Neely look-a-like! I found gorgeous vintage items from leather bags to shabby chic furniture to leather boots! Everyone, boys and girls, there dressed amazingly well, I couldn't help but oogle and stare and drool (just a little). Sigh, I left my heart there and I need to return and retrieve it ASAP!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0314-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">And that was it, the end of my six day trip in LA. I'm already starting to plan my next trip down!</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0315-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">photo cred for some photos: My bestie, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://lovexanonymous-365photoproject.blogspot.com/">Laura</a>.</span></span></span></span></span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-57826390792122717572011-05-26T12:35:00.001-07:002011-05-26T14:30:30.613-07:00HEY HEY LA! (PART 2)<div style="text-align: justify;">Day 2 and 3 of my trip down south, south as in LA not hell, or worse...Texas. The humidity does not like me nor do I like it. But anyways! After hitting up beautiful Newport Beach, we turned the car around and drove up and landed ourselves in downtown LA. My friend's roommate took us to this observatory that overlooks the whole city and the Hollywood sign (bucket list #54: hike up to the Hollywood sign). It was sooo breathtaking!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0246-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Being the city girl at heart that I've <i>ALWAYS</i> been and will always be, I treasure and love <i>ANY</i> point that overlooks <i>ANY</i> city; It so easily just takes my breath away and I feel so alive seeing the car lights and the buildings light up the darkness, it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I can't wait until I <i>finally</i> move into a busy bustling city like I've always imagined for myself. Bye bye cows and sheeps and hello endless traffic and obnoxious honking at 3AM. I am so ready, BRING IT OWN! I'll love it all, I promise!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0239-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0243-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The next morning we took a little drive down to Ventura to meet up with my roommate who took us to Santa Monica Pier. Very much like Santa Cruz, we quickly started walking towards Venice Beach, which I enjoyed a lot more. A lot lot more. Okay, I loved it! Like a bigger, awesomer, even a more so <b>LEGEN</b>-wait for it-<b>DARY</b> version of our own little Telegraph, I was <i>GAGA</i> for literally anything and everything. Knowing me and how easily amused I am, my friends herded me down the street where I simply had to stop at every stall and oogle at everything that was out for display.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0256-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, the cash was dwindling. and the time was ticking, so we made our way back to the car to begin the trek back.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0261-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On a side note, I'm currently sitting in Zanzibar, a coffee shop in Berkeley, and, naturally, after 4 hours of reading my social history book, I stretched out my arms as wide as I can. Naturally, being my embarrassing self, I <b>would</b> hit the HUGE canvas painting that <b>would</b> not be completely nailed down and I <b>would</b> knock half of it off of its nail and it <b>would</b> HANG off the wall. Oh me oh my, I can't even say I'm surprised. <i>Welcome to my embarrassing life.</i></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-19927871629572415732011-05-24T10:25:00.000-07:002011-05-24T10:44:17.701-07:00HEY HEY LA! (PART 1)<div style="text-align: justify;">After the dreary fuss that was finals, hectic move outs and sad goodbyes, a well deserved break from reality was exactly what I needed to gather myself before the eminent doom that is Berkeley summer session. So what could be better than a trip down south the west coast to visit the people I miss the most? Well, maybe a trip to Europe or Belize or Bali, BUT I'm broke and only have a week off and I'M BROKE, so a drive down to LA would have to do.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0232-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 249px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0185-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The first stop was <b>Newport Beach</b>. MAN is that place beyond BEAUTIFUL?! Seriously, I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to actually live there. Albeit it is a quaint little town, nevertheless the beautiful ocean surrounding is definitely something I could get used to. The beach has always been a favorite of mine. I love the way it smells, the way it sounds, and the way it can always calm me like nothing else in the world is able to do; it's pure magic and nothing but.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0212-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">OHH, AWW, OHH! The houses there were just AMAZING! I am an architecture-junkie (or so I'd like to think) and the houses were so unique and different from anything in the bay. There were contemporary, modern, brick, European, old-school, southern, beachy, and so much more! I was in eye candy overload to tell you the truth, I was OOHING and AWWING at HOUSES. Not boys, or anything of that sort but houses. Typical me.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0218-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I love traveling and being a tourist and doing all things embarrassing, isn't it a fun thing to do? It's a speciality of mine, I'm freakin' awesome at being an embarrassment! It's pretty much encoded into my DNA, I can't wait to pass these amazing genes on, let's populate a world full of awkward embarassing kids, YEAH! Anyone down? Let's start a new tribe.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0187-2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I had the best time driving around from Laguna Beach to Irvine to Corona del Mar, it was all just so beautiful! My eyes were kind of overwhelmed by the simple beauty that these towns provided. While there was not much to do there, the simple fact that the beach is merely 3 steps away changes the whole feel of the town. See, it is all about the<i> little things</i> in life.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>leopard top: thrifted</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>light denim shirt: thrifted</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>tights: f21</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>socks: target</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Steve Madden leather boots: Macys</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>leather Coach satchel: thrifted</i></span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-51344533612098217062011-05-10T14:11:00.000-07:002011-05-10T14:25:59.426-07:00GET TO KNOW ME TUESDAY-PART 6<div style="text-align: justify;">It's been a while. Let's bring it back.</div><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/Photoon2011-04-19at1022-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 609px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/Photoon2011-04-19at1022-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">1. I'm not wearing pants right now. Scandalous, I know! Not really since I'm cuddled underneath sheets and heaps of blankets!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. I am no longer a baby bear! My freshmen year at Cal ended this morning at 11. I'm growing up, scary thought bro!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. I've been on a constant 90's pop mood lately; hello Aaron Carter, J Lo (from the block), Hilary Duff, Bewitched, S CLUB 7, A*teens, old school Britney Spears, Xtina, and so much more! Oh, it really is the best music to study to...okay, I tend to end up singing like a loon in the middle of a stone quiet library getting glared at by angry studiers...SO WORTH IT.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. I just took a "how fast and accurate do you type" test and I only got 66 wpm, WHAT?! THIS IS NOT OKAY! I BASICALLY LIVE ON THE FREAKING INTERNET. ANISA IS SO ROYALLY PISSED, I TOTES JUST TALKED ABOUT MYSELF IN THE THIRD PERSON THAT IS HOW ANGRY I AM. GR. MUST GET IT TO BE OVER 100 OR ELSE.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Haven't slept yet, pulled an almost all nighter studying for my stats final so I'm about to PTFO ASAP FYI (I'm also a lover of text talk because I think it sounds silly!)</div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-23464513746038020762011-05-08T17:11:00.000-07:002011-05-08T17:25:16.575-07:00MOMMY DEAREST<a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0424-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 610px; height: 376px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0424-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Hi Ma Ma. I know you're never going to read this but I want the world to know just exactly what you mean to me. We've been through so much in the last eighteen years; we've fought (A LOT), we've said things we didn't mean (A LOT), we've done things we wish we hadn't (A LOT), but in the end you're the best mom I could've asked for. Through everything, through our ups and downs, through our highs and lows, we've been through it all and came out on top. We've grown from it all and created a beautiful relationship unlike any other. You are my role model; you are the strongest woman I've ever known. You are the bravest, kindest, sweetest, most inspiring woman in my life. Though some parents refuse to allow their kids to take control of their own life in fear that they'll mess up, you <i>thrust the responsibility</i> onto me and allow me to make those fundamental mistakes so I'll learn on my own and for that I thank you, <b>I love you</b>. You are the reason I am the person I am today, you and you alone. I thank you for being the stability in my life, for being the provider, for staying up until 5am just to make sure that anthology gets finished, for pushing me to bigger and better things. Thank you for letting me live the life I want, for letting me have dreams and for letting me go after those dreams. Happy Mother's Day Ma Ma, I love you.Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-36075786406991802852011-05-03T17:31:00.000-07:002011-05-03T18:09:08.582-07:00IT'S BRITNEY, BITCH: GIMME GIMME MORE?<div style="text-align: justify;">So dead weak has descended upon us, GREAAAAAT. The week before finals, its basically "study until you're on the brinks of death" week. Coincidentally, it is also the most sun Berkeley has gotten in weeks...THIS HAS GOT TO BE SOME SORT OF A CONSPIRACY! It's like Berkeley is tempting us to give studying the middle finger and, instead, prance around memorial glade under the glorious sun and be HAPPY so we'll end up <i>failing</i>...well, you have NOT succeeded! <b>HA!</b> Not that I still won't fail but at least it'll be all my doing. I'm currently sitting in the dungeon (aka underground study lounge) trying to write a 10 page paper on the infamous...or rather <b>really</b> famous Britney Spears' meltdown of 2007...and I've actually gotten negative work done...literally, I just deleted everything (1 paragraph) that I've written. So instead of frolicking out in the sun, I've decided to blog my worries away! YEAH!</div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/5670359115_caea592b60_b-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 914px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So the post title is the working title of my Britney paper, you dig? I dig! I wonder if I could actually keep it as it is...IT'S JUST SO FREAKIN' BRITALICIOUS! Yes, I went there, I added -LICIOUS, it's like I'm a 7th grader again, I SO WISH I WAS SO I DIDN'T HAVE TO WRITE THIS FREAKING PAPER. Rant over.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/5670924766_cdd581374f_b-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 914px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm no longer a baby bear once May 10th rolls around, it's definitely a bittersweet affair. It's true that I'm no longer the bottom of the totem pole, no longer the rut, but, in a way, I kind of loved being the little wittle baby in such a big school. It gave me a <i>cushion</i> for all the mistakes I've made in the past year. Now I no longer have that diaper, that protective sheet, I'm on my own and it's kind of a "make it or break it" moment. Let's see how year 2 goes shall we? Fingers crossed it's full of good friends, good classes, good memories, and good grades! HA! Okay, the last one may be pushing it but a girl can dream can't she?</div><div><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/5670354369_a13c582b1f_b-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/5670354369_a13c582b1f_b-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 914px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So these pictures, these purty purty pictures are from the <a href="http://workitberk.blogspot.com/2011/04/work-it-bare-anisa.html">Work It, BARE</a> Series by the ever so lovely, <b>Brittany Curran</b> who is also the Blog Editor of <a href="http://blog.baremagazine.org/">BARE blog</a> and the other <a href="http://workitberk.blogspot.com/">Work It, Berk</a> series. This girl is SO talented folks, like SOOO talented! I don't know how she finds the time to update all her blogs, I only have one and I can never seem to squeeze it in, as sad as that sounds. I promise to work on it, especially over summer! I love making my little brobro my personal camera man, MUAHAHA! See you all once finals are over and I'm free as a bird! Well for like two weeks anyways and then summer classes start, THE PAIN NEVER ENDS!</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">sheer cheetah top: buffalos exchange ($10)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">black jeggings: old navy ($19)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">black button up booties: f21 ($30)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">multi-stranded black necklace: f21 ($8)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">photo creds: Brittany Curran!</span></i></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-30378916941851292592011-04-21T10:27:00.000-07:002011-04-21T11:05:00.424-07:00BORN THIS WAY<div style="text-align: justify;">So, after much contemplation and reading through all your lovely feedback, I can't bear to part with <b>The Laugh Slut</b>. Honestly, I was thinking about going a little more fashion-y and a little less lifestyle-y, but, I love telling all you lovers about my whereabouts and my life happenings, it's almost like, and I've said this many many times before, we're BFFs and I just want to spill my guts to you! It's fun for me and it's fun for you (more so fun for me)! The pish posh fancy smancy fashionesque blog name can wait, I'm simply not ready. Really, it's totally me, not you! Yes, The Laugh Slut is a little <i>immature</i> and sometimes <b>borderline</b> embarrassing to say out loud, but that also pretty much sums up my <i><b>personality</b></i>. It's fun, out there, weird, attention-grabbing, and obnoxious, hmm sounds about right to me! I'm learning to embrace this...oh who am I kidding, I love it, I live for it, BABY I WAS <i>BORN THIS WAY</i>, YEAH LADY GAGA, YOU PREACH!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0145-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 782px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank you all for your loving support and sorry for the long absence! School is keeping me so preoccupied, there is just so much to do every, single day, bleh! And if I'm not doing work, I'm either writing my articles for <a href="http://www.calibermag.org/">Caliber Magazine</a> or working on the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=204634462890459">BARE Launch Party</a>, or face planting on my bed because I was just too tired to simply sleep in a normal position like a normal person. But, as we all know (and love...right?) I'm anything but normal. Last night, at my friend's birthday dinner, I was kidding around about me being normal...and everyone bursted out into laughter...so....<i>sigh</i>. But anyways! life has been all over the place! Busy, but happy to be busy, I'm loving life!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0152-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So many <b>AMAZING</b> opportunities have been thrusted upon me, and I'm so stoked for it all! It's amazing to just see what CAN happen, fingers crossed that they actually WILL happen! Keeping a tight lip on it for now, if everything goes according to plan <i>THEN</i> I'll let you guys in on the news!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0153-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">These boots are my life. They were shipped to me about two weeks ago and they have been on my feet ever since. Even though they gave me blistering blisters and have absolutely no arch support, not like I need much, or any, considering that I'm flat footed like a duck, I LOVE THEM TO PIECES AND PIECES! The fact that they were originally $160 and I snagged them for <b>$30</b> (including shipping and tax) makes my inner (and outer) asian glee with joy! Gosh I love a good deal, it really gets the blood in my body flowing, I even start to glow! It's basically like pregnancy minus the weight gain, the food cravings, the morning sickness, the bloating, and the baby.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0156-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>olive military jacket: f21 ($25)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>cheetah collared top: buffalos exchange ($8)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>zipper leggings: f21 ($5)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>dreamcatcher necklace: f21 ($6)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>steve madden boots: macys ($160-->$60-->$30!)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>men trouser socks: dollar store, holla! ($1)</i></span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-83351802133940007482011-04-10T22:11:00.000-07:002011-04-10T22:17:56.722-07:00TIME FOR A NEW START?<a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0890-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 610px; height: 405px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0890-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I've been racking my brains around, trying to figure out if <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">renaming my blog </span></b>would be a good idea or not...and I'm at a complete standstill. Inputs my lovelies? Please help a poor sistaaa soul out yo!Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-63757442391228922742011-04-06T16:34:00.000-07:002011-04-06T17:36:54.849-07:00SEA OF COTTON<div style="text-align: justify;">Wow it's been a <i>loooonnng</i> time. I promise I didn't forget about you lovelies, quite the contrary. I actually feel guilty for not updating, like you guys are my <b>BFFs</b> and I'm keeping you out of the loop. But I'm not, I swear I'm not, I just haven't found the right words to string into sentences with the right punctuation at the end (shout out to hello goodbye!) I've been kind of in a rut; with both fashion and life. I'm soooo utterly confused as to where my life is headed right now. With my disinterest in my classes, I'm starting to question my major...yet again. Sighhhhh, give me a <b><i>sign</i></b>, please I beg of thee! SOMEONE, ANYONE, <b>I N S P I R E M E</b>, INSPIRE THE CRAP OUT OF ME!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0070-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On a more pleasant note, the weather has been ridiculously <b>amazing</b>. My favorite part of the day is my <i>sun-soaked hazy dazy</i> hour long lunch where I get to enjoy the sunlight and listen to my ipod while tuning out the world. It's lush, just lush. It's calming, peaceful and relaxing; just the pick me up I need after my stats lab, bleh!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0076-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now onto a funny note, way back in December when I had my 20 minute orgasm at the Triple Ho Show with Enrique Iglesias, I was actually interviewed, more like ambushed, by a NYTimes Magazine journalist who's writing a piece on one of the performers, Miranda Cosgrove. Well, to sum it up, I sound like a complete and utter bitch. And not only that, but I sound like a complete and utter bitch that's incredibly obsessed with Enrique. Oy. Oh well, I only said the truth, if that makes me bitchy than call me Bitchy McBitchface then! If you're interested, you can read all about my manic rant <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/27/magazine/mag-27cosgrove-t.html?pagewanted=1&_r=2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">HERE</span></a> (or skip to page 5).</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0087-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 388px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Look at me! I'm in a <i>maxi</i>! Crazy right? I look so incredible short in these shots, like I'm swimming in a <i><b>sea of cotton</b></i>, but I swear I look at least a couple millimeters taller in person! While the weather is heating up, the wind doesn't stop a-blowing here in Berkeley, ever. So I felt like this was a good way to balance it out (and because my jeans are judging my muffin top...which makes me want to eat muffins...I want muffin now). But, it's okay because I'd rather be in this weather than the Sahara Desert! <b>HA</b>! or the Antarctic!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0073-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Sorry to cut this short, we'll have a recap sess soon, pinky promise! Got to run off to finalize a couple details for <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=208638205815946">BARE'S DIY EVENT + TRUNK SHOW</a> that is happening this Friday! If you're from the bay, PLEASE stop by! It's going to be <b>AMAZING</b>! And I'll get to see all your pretty faces as well, what a double win!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0084-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dig my messy messy ridiculously messy room? Yeah, neither do I. BUT, to give myself some credit, I did manage to clean my room <b>AFTER</b> I took these pictures. So HA, I'm not THAT bad...okay I am but taking 10 minutes to find my shower shoes at 7AM is NOT OKAY. NO.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0082-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 584px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>sweater: f21 ($20)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>maxi dress: f21 ($13)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>bow belt: taiwan</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>brown wedges: tj maxx ($20)</i></span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-59387153448994000272011-03-18T10:52:00.001-07:002011-03-18T12:24:18.796-07:00RUT<div style="text-align: justify;">It is <b>pouring</b>. Down right, pouring like it's cats and dogs out. <i>IT IS THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING BREAK</i>! This is absolutely, positively, a-NOT okay. Sigh, oh Berkeley, how you love to torture us, even when the campanile stops ringing (HAHA, like a high school bell...get it? Okay, fine, I'll stop). After an awkward encountering with my professor as I ditched class (I ran into him as he walked in...awwwk), I successfully avoided all my Friday classes so I can get a jumpstart on <b>DESTINATION SDSU</b>! WOOT! A couple of friends and I are road tripping it down to SDSU for the weekend to live it up, escape from the rain, and party hard! Ohhh and to visit a couple of good high school peeps, YO!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1488-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 607px; height: 917px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank goodness it's finally spring break, 9 days of happiness here I come! Cal is definitely burning me out, phew! It's a lot more draining than I imagined, but it's a good kind of draining...well, ish. Now if only this stupid rain would go, go, gooo away so I can enjoy my break and ignore my work! Please!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1479-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 496px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This upcoming week includes a lot of <i>bumming</i> around in my panda! sweatshirt and yoga pants...so really, it's not <i>that</i> different than what I do here at Cal...my life is sad. I know.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1478-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Wednesday, I met up with Kathleen of <a href="http://inspirafashion.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Inspirafashion</span></a> and Deanna from<a href="http://acaliforniadreamer.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> A California Dreamer</span></a> at the <b><i>Sway Spring Fashion Show</i></b>. It was a fun filled night full of bite sized food, pretty flowy clothes, cuties (WAIT, WUT?!), and beauties! Even though I had to hurry my boot from a BARE Events meeting and scarf down a quick snappy dinner to make the event, and had forgotten <i>Finley</i> (my Nikon) and money (RIGHT, RIGHT!?!?), yet I still had a jolly good time with my fellow Berkeley bloggers!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1473-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 821px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The weather's been making me feel supes bummy and my brain refuses to put together any feasible outfits, so I've been living in my leggings and nothing else. I'm in a<b> fashion rut</b>, somebody pull me out?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1472-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">white lace top: thrifted</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">brown "vain" tank: hand me down</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">leggings: charlotte russe</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">rain boots: target ($30)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">gray cable knit cardigan: old navy ($10)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">own necklace: taiwan</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">awkward hand positions: ME, ME, ME, ALL ME!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">P.S. CSN giveaway winner in the next update! Sorry loves I'm completely lackin' on my blogging duties!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">P.P.S. Love you all and thanks for the constant support :)</span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-27063457113928214202011-03-08T10:03:00.000-08:002011-03-08T15:19:04.214-08:00FLOWER POWER<div style="text-align: justify;">Where did the time go last week? Gahhh, I've been a busy busy busy bee for one! I've had meetings, concerts (okay, just singular but I didn't want to kill me roll of -s!), tons of homework (barf!), events, parties and...a photoshoot! :O</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1490-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1490-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">The past weekend was my first <b>BARE</b> <b>photoshoot</b> and it was a fantastic experience! Saturday morning, the committee and I went to pull clothes for the shoot and boy did it make my heart yearn to go shopping for...well, me! Saturday afternoon came the fitting with our beautiful model and it was a bittersweet experience as some things just don't look as good on as it does on the racks, sigh. But nevertheless, we made it work! Sunday was the actual shoot which went from 11-4:30pm, but it was a whole lot of fun, of eating, of merryness, of silly dancing! Can't wait to share it with you guys when it's completely finished, ah! I seriously can't wait for the next one, if only I could do this for a living, I'd die of happiness! I guess glamour does kill...(Okay, funny side note, my glamour kills is so my AIM sn, oh silly middle school me trying to be all <i>hard</i> and whatnot)</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1490-1.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1494-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 873px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1494-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Monday was the <b>Hellogoodbye</b> concert! It was freaking delicious! I discovered two more bands that I'm seriously addicted to now...I'm even listening to one RIGHT THIS SECOND :O So, grab a pen and paper or just open up a Youtube page and type in <b>JUKEBOX THE GHOST</b> and listen to anything because they are gold, THEY ARE SO GOOD! After you fall in love with them and their charismatic performances (I can guarantee you they are 100000x better live) listen to <b>GOLD MOTEL</b>, because they're simply presh! All these songs are making me supes excited for the upcoming warm weather, fingers crossed! Hellogoodbye was epic as well, duh, that's just a given. Perfect road trip music, ayyy ay ayy!</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1494-1.jpg"></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1491-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 609px; height: 617px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1491-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">My first post in my brand spanking new foodie column, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><a href="http://calibermag.org/articles/eat-blog-repeat-food-therapy/">Eat, Blog, Repeat</a></span>, is up at <b>Caliber Magazine Blog</b>!<b> </b>Go go go, check it out, please please please with a cherry on top of Francisco Lachowski?! (WAIT, NO! Do not imagine that, he's mine, mine, mine, all mine!!!) Let me know if you love it, hate it, if it makes you hungry, if it makes you want to barf, <i>CRITICIZE ME</i>! I'M GIVING YOU PERMISSION! Be kind though, I'm like a delicate wittle panda bear and you simply can't be mean to little pandas! And if you do, you need to click the little red <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">X</span> and get off of my blog because I cannot and will not tolerate such atrocious behavior!</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1491-1.jpg"></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1498-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 558px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1498-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>crochet top: goodwill ($7)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>purple tank top: victoria's secret</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>black leggings: gift</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>grey booties: kmart ($20)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>leather jacket: H&M ($30)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S. OH, OHH, OHH YEAH! I was interviewed and featured on <a href="http://www.smashion.com/lounge/interview/963-anisa-the-laugh-slut"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Smashion</span></a> last week, you guys should check it out, it's a goooooood one ;)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1498-1.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: left;">P.P.S. Last week to enter the <a href="http://thelaughslut.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-like-asian-oprah.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">CSN GIVEAWAY</span></a>! Come on lovelies, enter and get all of your friends and blogger friends to enter, enter, enter!</div></div></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-92064820997579155232011-03-02T14:30:00.000-08:002011-05-30T18:59:30.562-07:00BABY YOU'RE A FIREWORK<div style="text-align: justify;">Corny title, yes, but oh so freakin' appropriate! Just last week, my roomie invited me to her sorority AXO's invite in the city. The theme? <i>AXO July Fourth</i>, how cute right?! Since invites at CAL always fall on Thursday nights, I had a huge dilemma; to study for my stats 2 midterm that was taking place Friday at 1PM or go to a huge (& free!) party in SF...the decision wasn't a hard one to make. My justification was that 2o years, what am I going to remember: that nice fatty A (ok fine, realistically it would be a B at best. grr math, even fake math and I do not get along) on my midterm or the night that I ran free and wild while wearing an <b>American flag</b> with my best friend? So of course I went with the latter because, let's face it, I'm always down for a good time, no matter the consequences (personality flaw on my part, oopsies!)</div><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1441-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 643px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1441-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">flag worn as a top: asian party shop ($8)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">red skirt: borrowed (f21)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">silver oxfords: urban outfitters ($20)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">red&blue headband: asian party shop ($2</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">)</span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1441-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1441-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1441-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span></span><div><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1446-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1446-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite the downpour of rain (curses Berkeley weather!) we walked all over the place, not giving a damn about the possibility of us getting pneumonia, in order to get to AXO, to get to AEPI, to get on the bus, cause in the end, it was well worth it. The whole thing was a blurry memory of good times, of clumsiness, of everything that goes with being <b><i>young</i></b> (HAHA, GET IT GET IT? CAUSE MY LAST NAME'S YOUNG AND I'M YOUNG?!?! OK, BAD JOKE, FINE HUMPHH!)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1453-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I'm a firm believer that college is far <i><b>more</b></i> than just studying, attending lectures, and aiming for that perfect gpa. While all that is nice and definitely helpful towards your future, college is so much more than that. It's the place to find your bridesmaids, to find your best man, to find the people you're going to call in 10 years (or 20 years in my case) when your first born is here, the ones you're willing to put do anything for; it's the place to find your <i>true</i> friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1470-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">I don't know if this is the case for everyone, or if I was just incredibly lucky, but the friends I've made here in the last 6 months are closer than most friends (though not all, I love my HS besties to death!) I've maintained during my 4 years in high school. They've seen me at my worst and at my best, they see me when I just woke up, eyes half opened and still drooling, and when I'm fully dolled out, they're there for me at all hours of the night and I'm there for them. I love them so much and can't wait to see what other kinds of shenanigans we're going to get into over the next four years,<b> yippee!</b></span></span></span></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">P.S. I don't regret not staying in to study for my stats midterm <i>one</i> <i>bit</i>.</span></span></span></div><div>P.P.S. The fact that we get to drop our lowest midterm score doesn't hurt!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">P.P.P.S. Don't forget to enter the </span><a href="http://thelaughslut.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-like-asian-oprah.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">$40 CSN GIVEAWAY</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">! You know you want it ;)</span></span></span></span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-81724251987505966862011-02-25T21:09:00.000-08:002011-03-01T07:31:25.576-08:00I FEEL LIKE AN ASIAN OPRAH!<div style="text-align: justify;">OOOH, OH, OHHH! I'VE GOT A <b>SURPRISE</b> FOR YOU ALL LOVELIES! CSN approached me about doing an awesome <i>giveaway</i> for all my amazing followers! I love each and every one of you so naturally I jumped at the opportunity! What is CSN? CSN is a site that sells anything and everything; from <a href="http://www.csnlighting.com/">lights</a> to boots to exercising equipment! How ridiculously convenient and lazy-approved is that? I mean their byline is "....Shop Easy!" Hell yeah! Thumbs up from lazy ass #1!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So back to the giveaway! What do you win, cause that's all that matters in the end right? Totes! Well, you're entering to win a <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">$40 promotion code </span></b>for <i>ANYTHING</i> your heart desires on CSN. You can buy boots, bedsheets, or a floor-length mirror! HOW AWESOME IS THAT YO? <b>OMG</b>, I'M <i>SUPES</i> JELLY! Boy, do I feel like an asian Oprah (just poorer, way way way poorer actually, and yellow!)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><b>My personal picks</b>:<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-i4crrvvR1B-SPE16dks3qH9FkQ9sJGEvHKyQQ6Rw9xz5ZHfvB36atu4g_2zxqifr8eacA5OjYab4_UAq6Z3vAZg1HNuxbMQ4Ews185KbgGrCesfoi3DkSY21EANt4EBgHvhrfhG1zFM/s400/pan_am_explorer.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 336px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div>1.Pan Am Originals Explorer Bag</div><div style="text-align: justify;">How classy is this? Imagine walking in to the airport with this chic little carry on, <i>ahhhhhh</i>, how old school vintage cute is it!? It's the perfect size too! It can fit your sweater for in case it gets cold, your chapstick (you never know when it could come in handy...<i>wink wink</i>!), your huge cover-half-your-face sunglasses and 700mL bottle of smart water (a girls got to do, what a girls got to do when she gets a hangover), and a book to read or pretend to read to seem classy and smart (duh!)</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.shoebuy.com/pi/nomad/nomad219283_184092_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 235px; " /></span></div><div>2. Women's Puddles Rain Boots in Black Burst</div><div style="text-align: justify;">RAINBOOTS! YAY! How freaking cute are these?! GAHHHH, I would literally pray for it to rain to wear these cute little suckers on my feet! Luckily (Not, screw you rain! Kidding! We love you, you water our plants and make the world go round and round!) If I didn't already have a pair of rainboots, these would so be it!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>SO GO, ENTER, AND WIN! SO YOU CAN SHOP, SHOP, SHOP!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">All you have to do is leave a <b>comment</b> with:</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Your name</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Your email</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. What you follow me through (cause I want to get to know more of you lovers)</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 <i>extra</i> entry for following me on GFC</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 <i>extra</i> entry for follow me on BLOGLOVIN'</div><div style="text-align: center;">1 <i>extra</i> entry for follow me on <a href="http://twitter.com/anisaYO">TWITTER</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">1 </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">extra</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> entry for tweeting "I just entered CSN's giveaway with @anisaYO for a $40 promotional code, enter here: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">http://tinyurl.com/45ko8v8! GO GO GO!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The giveaway will be going on until<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> March 12 at 11:59PM</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><b>ENTER</b>, <b>ENTER</b>, <b>ENTER</b>! I love each and every one of you lovelies :)</span></div></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-23485094171829654812011-02-22T09:38:00.000-08:002011-02-22T11:46:48.084-08:00GET TO KNOW ME TUESDAY-PART 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/Photoon2011-02-22at09452-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 609px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/Photoon2011-02-22at09452-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><b><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">It's been a while since I've done one of these, so much for consistency, oopsies! But it's better this way anyways, it's like a WHAM-POW-SURPRISE! You'll never even see it coming, it'll just be here, HA-HAAA! And honestly, who doesn't love surprises? I know I do, I love love love them! Just totally talked my way out of being a lazy fartbag. It's an awesome skill, what can I say?!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b>1</b>. I like <i>butter</i>! On bread...well that's about it but it's scrumptious and makes my tummy happy happy happy!</span></div></b><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>2</b>. I can trip over <b>ANYTHING</b>; flat cement, going up and down stairs, chair legs, my own two feet, anything. Try me, I've probably done it. NO SHAME, BRING IT ON!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>3</b>. My favorite flowers are orchids, tiger lilies, and yellow roses. Bring me some and I'll love you forevaaaz and EVAAAAZ.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>4</b>. I've gone through <b>2</b> phones in the matter of <b>4</b> weeks.When am I ever going to learn that drunk Anisa+cellular device=BAD BAD BAD IDEA!? Hopefully 3rd times the <i>charm</i>!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>5</b>. I don't know <i>WHY</i> I do this but I'm either too lazy to open my eyes fully or just dumb but I don't. So I always look high, constantly, <b>ALL THE TIME</b>. In pictures, in person, on skype, on the phone (teehee, KIDDING! Keeping you guys on your toes!) I am a student at Berkeley...I guess if the shoe fits! ;)</div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-7974429588967502362011-02-17T21:51:00.000-08:002011-02-18T02:29:38.332-08:00GUILT-FREE GUILTY PLEASURES-PART 4<div><div>It's been freaking <b>forever</b> since I've <i>attempted</i> to be funny and relatable to my lovely readers, hey, it's a lot harder to be as hilarious as I am, and as reader friendly, GEEZ ;). Ohh and yeah, it's also time to start procrastinating once again..so here we go! Here's my first attempt in 2011, be kind. Not, be brutal, be honest, be RUUFFFFgh (GET IT? ROUGH, GET IT? HAA!)!</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_lqJaGIfgqUKdipaYm18bxeiitj7UlX9KRtB_h-_MMc0wM-3nqlXFpBS8jAh5_fV5VEZ9jPMW5eQuEa9Vp5mt6QvS4BsXwZwJF-r80x5WNRGCmh-oXYbx6aNdz7ogqlPnKupSNEqgXfc/s1600/Photo+on+2011-02-09+at+09.53+%25232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_lqJaGIfgqUKdipaYm18bxeiitj7UlX9KRtB_h-_MMc0wM-3nqlXFpBS8jAh5_fV5VEZ9jPMW5eQuEa9Vp5mt6QvS4BsXwZwJF-r80x5WNRGCmh-oXYbx6aNdz7ogqlPnKupSNEqgXfc/s400/Photo+on+2011-02-09+at+09.53+%25232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574913805304964130" /></a><div>1. Go shopping for <i>others</i> and only buying things for <i>yourself</i>. A happier you is good for the world, YEAH! Well that's what we tell ourselves anyways, talking yourself out of feeling guilty is a skill, a useful skill at best!</div><div><br /></div><div>2. So you're strutting, strutting, do that sexy little look-over-the-shoulder, strutting, strutting, slip and fall. Yup, you've just <i>boner killed</i> all those who thought you were hot shit. You try to get up ASAP and brush it off as if it never happened, but trust me, someone always see. Them creepers. <b>Moral</b>: <i>Don't</i> try to look <b>sexy</b>, you will fall, and die (Kidding...well...half truth).</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Wearing <b>jeggings</b> instead of jeans; it has the comfort of leggings but the look and feel of jeans. So what if jeggings stretch 20 times more than real, stiff, uncomfortably tight denim that make you feel fat, sad, bloated and want to cry? And so what if our favorite pair of jeans no longer pulls up over our huge <b>badonkadonk</b> (cry on the inside my dears, on the inside). <i>JEGGINGS</i> <i>FTW</i>!</div><div><br /></div><div>4. <i>Skipping</i> class not because you're too busy doing something productive but because you simply don't want to walk there. Dude, campus is far. Even living in Unit 3, the closest dorm to campus, there are just days where the campus seems infinitely farther and basically unreachable. It's almost like the long lost island of the unicorns, minus the unicorns...which pretty much takes out all the awesomeness in it, much like school.</div><div><br /></div><div>5. Pulling the sympathy card past its expiration date. Ok, we get it that you're sad that your hermit crab died. We're sad too; we were sad at the little funeral, at the memorial service, during those long nights where you went on and on about how much he really meant to you and how he was the only one that truly got you. It's been 3 months, 2 weeks, 4 days and 30 minutes since he died. So cry a river, build a bridge and <b>GET THE FUCK OVER IT</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Jammin' out to the oldies! Dust off those...tapes (what did we listen to in the 90s?) and pull out your Dream Street, Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls, Aaron Carter, Jessica Simpson (Pre-fatty days. Sorry girl but you were SO hot! GET IT TOGETHER!) and sing to your hearts desire! (Doing this as I type!) Don't lie, I know you know every single lyric and pitch (I know I do, holla!), yeah you go you! You're totes the next American Idol sensation (maybe in the William Hung sense, remember him? Can't believe we share our <b>BEAR</b> pride together)!</div><div><br /></div><div>7. Gaining your <i>freshmen 15 </i>from <b>alcohol</b> and only alcohol. Crazy right? Well all those games of beer pong, double shots, jello shots, jungle juice, shotgunning beers, and keg stands REALLY start to add up, especially since this is what is typically consumed in one night of partying (WOOT WOOT!). This just means you got to hit the dance floor harder! Pump up those legs, work out that booty, and remember what Ludacris so wisely said, "<b>FACE DOWN, ASS UP</b>!"</div><div><br /></div><div>8. Investing in a good pair of <b>yoga pants</b>. Why? Not only are they super versatile; perfect for the gym or yoga and acceptable for large lecture halls, they're seriously comfortable, and they are mega booty enhancers. Yeah, I said it, yoga pants make your <i>BUTT</i> look <i>GOOOOOOD </i>and feel <i>GOOOOOOD. </i>They basically wrap around your badonk and showcase them off to the world like "HEY HEY LOOK AT MY AWESOME NICE ROUNDNESS!" Just watch out for those pesky <i>panty lines</i>, they will ruin any and all boners. Literally, figuratively and unfortunately.</div><div><br /></div><div>9. Drinking on a Tuesday night. Who the fuck drinks on a school day right? Only in college is this sort of crazy "alcoholic" behavior ever acceptable, in fact it's encouraged and envied by many. And once you enter the "<i>real</i>" world they'll just straight up call you a psychotic raging alcoholic. So why not use it to your advantage? Got a lecture at 10 on Wednesday? Oh well, just make sure you have tons of water in the fridge and an alarm clock set, and then BOTTOMS UP!</div><div><br /></div><div>10. Probably the most <b>important</b> question of your freshmen career: go to the invite or study for the midterm you have the next night? In my honest opinion, which we all know is the right one, go to the invite! The memories you'll make will outlast any and probably all knowledge you'll even retain from trying to study z-score tables and RMS error calculations! How can you be the only one who doesn't know who did what, or whom, and who wore what and they did that where? She drank HOW much? He barfed on her face? Come on! This is what college is all about! If you stay home, you'll probably be too distracted thinking about what's going down at the invite to even study. So go for it, do what the heart wants!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtZFCWEGEvm1qRA5aCBv-5gxLlrB0fTjR7EYpeNNx8VKlO9k8FAbHWvQBUIkjy2lPZmUvXO465ogvXr44ATWEgE1p2s4RoxGUPwMiQJ6tJn5603s7EmIo7VAB43UiUzilolCuM7-waAQ/s400/Photo+on+2011-02-09+at+09.53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574913804386768018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-2814197787146530112011-02-15T14:14:00.000-08:002011-02-16T16:22:24.395-08:00VALENTINE BLUES<div style="text-align: justify;">Happy <i>belated</i> Valentine's Day my lovelies! :) Aww shucks, each and every one of you are my valentine this yeah, awww yeah! So, as stated before, my floormates + Julie decided to celebrate v-day a day early by having a nice "classy" dinner at Cheesecake Factory in SF, might as well pile up on the carbs since we're alone anyways right? Totes!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1342-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1333-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 396px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">I honestly don't know why we decided to wear heels to frolic around in the city (We obviously wanted to be badass motherfuckazzz! Or we attempted to be), but we did. Especially with my swollen ankle, I realized it was a bad idea the moment we hit the pavement in SF, shit. But we roughed it out, and appeared all glamourous and shit (more like tripping and sliding all over the place) while trying to wait out the 90 minute wait for a table of 8. Oy! But we did, well our poor stomaches barely did as we devoured the two basket of bread within 5 seconds upon sitting. Go fatties! The dinner was delicious, the conversations were memorable; the whole night was lovely, fun, and a little <b><i>oh la laa!</i></b> ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1406-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"></a></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"></a></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"></a></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 610px; height: 405px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Monday morning, DUN DUN DUN, D-DAY (Domesday), I received two packages that just made my whole day a whole lot sweeter. My best friend, Josh from UCSD, sent me two boxes of thin mints (my fav!) just because he's the sweetest guy ever! They're delicious and happily in my tummy (or more likely, my ass) OH, OH, OH! I also got my giveaway package from Chelsea ver at <a href="http://justzipped.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Zipped</span></a>, and it made me smile so big! Thank you two for making me super gushingly happy on such a day!</div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1374-1.jpg"></a></span></div></div></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1351-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1351-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div><div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; "><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">Later on that day, after all the dreadful classes and dribble drabble of rain, Julie and I opted for a sad approach to the whole day. Rather than a happy "LOOK WE'RE SO IN LUBBB CAUSE I HAZ BALLOONS AND CHOCOLATE AND WE KISSY KISSY" kind of ordeal, cause, well were not in a relationship, we went on a friendly date. We had dinner at Bongo Burger, which was super delicious and scrumptious and meaty, yum. After that we took a stroll down to Shattuck Cinema to watch Blue Valentines, which we heard would bring on the waterworks and we were ready to <i>cry, cry, cry</i>. And boy did we cry.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1384-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1351-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1351-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1351-1.jpg"></a></span></div></span></div></span></div></span></div></span></div></span></div></div></div></span></div></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1389-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div></span></span></div></span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: left; display: inline !important; ">Blue Valentine was heartwrenchingly real and, as cynical as it may sound, it made me realize how <b>lucky</b> I am to be <i>single</i>. Coupledom just spells out DOME (HA, HA GET IT? I MADE A FUNNY IN A SAD SITUATION! GO ME!) to me at the moment. I couldn't possibly handle such a big <i>THING</i> in my little life right now. I'm just happy being...me! I cried within the first 10 minutes and did not stop until the credits stopped rolling. I was in shock. My heart ached for them. My heart ached for me. My heart just ached. It was a brilliant movie to say the least, but not something I'd watch again anytime soon. Or ever.</div></span></div></span></div></span></div></span></div></span></div></div></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1374-1.jpg"></a></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1374-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 609px; height: 918px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1374-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1370-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1369-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>sheer perfume bottle button up: thrifted ($5)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>pink sparkly tank top: no idea</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>teal cardigan: f21</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>gray striped skirt: taiwan</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>tights: someone's (either mine or roomie's)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>gray knee highs: f21</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>black button up booties: f21 ($27)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>purple purse: thrifted ($3)</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">What did </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">YOU</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> do on Valentine's Day?</span></div></span></span></div></span></div></span></div></span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></span></span></div></span></div></span></div></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://twitter.com/anisaYO"><img src="http://www.twitterbuttons.net/images/Twitter_Button_10.png" title="By: TwitterButtons.net" width="203" height="76" /></a></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-29582139073498478032011-02-13T03:00:00.000-08:002011-02-13T13:46:07.312-08:00SATC, BERK STYLE<div><div>Minus NYC, replace it with Berkeley, minus sex, substitute with food, and you have my Saturday! After realizing that this would be the <b>last</b> sunny beautiful day in Berkeley for a good while as the rain will start pouring on Monday and stop indefinitely, we've decided to spend the day outside by going to the <i><b>Berkeley Flea Market</b></i> down by Ashby Bart. So I rounded up my floormates (man, I just realized how often I go out with my floormates. Dang, I need new friends asap! Any takers? I'm nice, I promise!) and we tra-laa-laaa-ed our way over there. 30 minutes of walking or so later, we arrive at the quant little flea market.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1285-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div>While it was small, there was definitely a certain <i>je ne sais quoi </i>about it; it was effortlessly very <i>Berkeley</i>. Perhaps it was the variety of vendors or the live street music that filled the air with rich dirty Berkeley culture that we've all grown to love, but whatever it was, it was <b>amazing</b>. There were all kind of goodies! From XXX DVDs for the naughty souls, to soul food trucks for the hungry souls, to belts for the cheapo inside all of us, to vintage photos for the hoarders, pretty much anything you could imagine and more for everyone and anyone. </div><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1315-1.jpg"></a><div><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1315-1.jpg"></a></div></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1308-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 610px; height: 249px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1308-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>My favorite was definitely the ring selection, hands down. THERE WAS SO MANY RINGS! I DIE! I seriously had to be dragged away kicking and screaming from each booth because I simply wanted to try on and buy <i><b>EVERYTHING</b></i>. My drug of choice are rings and my drug dealer is Berkeley. I need rehab because this ring addiction is getting way out of control. I ended up with only a pair of sunglasses that I believe are faux ray bans, oh well, they were only $5 and I can't be trusted with nice things since I have a track record of sitting on my sunglasses, oopsies. How does this relate to SATC? Well, in SATC 2, they also go shopping in a flea market...only the flea market was in Dubai. Berkeley, Dubai, CLOSE ENOUGH.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1315-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1315-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Afterwards, we went to see the <b>Vagina Monologues ({ })</b> on campus. It was utterly spectacular. It was funny, heartwarming, hilarious, gut wrenching, and flippin' <i>AMAZING</i>. I mean, everyone else must have thought so too because it was sold out for all three days. Seriously, the cast was so great! They gave me chills; they made me laugh until I cried, made my heart ache and my eyes wet.</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1319-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1283-1.jpg"></a></span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1319-1.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1319-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1319-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Despite the performance running about 3 hours, I thought it was worth every single second. Women should love and own their </span>V-A-G-I-N-A-S<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">, not be afraid or embarrassed by it! Come on, men always compare their penises and talk about their penises, and it's seen as crude or taboo to even bring up the "v-word." OH PLEASE, we're in the 21st century now, GROW UP! Live and let live! Sheesh! This is so very SATC, I mean, it was 3 hours of vaginas, sex, vaginas, and more sex, I know Samantha would be proud.</span></span></div><b><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1283-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 610px; height: 405px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1283-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">We scadaddled as fast as we could back to the dorms (it was freezing out, booo!) to do a little nail painting for our V-day dinner, then had a fatty-caloric-filled-feast at late night (custom-made pizzas, chili cheese fries, chicken rice bowl, brownies, and tater tots), and the grand finale, watched the latest jersey shore (guilty pleasure! And Ronnie, I hate you! DESPISE!), which was the perfect way to end such a girly-bonding day. Sounds like every recap night, morning after breakfast, and we're-here-to-help-you-get-it-together moments those chic SATC gals had themselves! I seriously </span>love<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "> my floormates, they are the absolute best friends I could have ever made here. We compliment each other so well and we call each other out on our shit; we just make sense. </span><i>I love them to pieces</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">.</span></div></div></b></span></div></div></b></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1283-1.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1310-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 609px; height: 918px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1310-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1303-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 608px; height: 539px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1303-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1312-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 609px; height: 918px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1312-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1327-1-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 708px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1327-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">white tank top: stolen from roomie! (Gap)</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">nautical like skirt: charlotte russe ($20)</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">nude patent oxfords: urban outfitters ($20)</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">thick silver necklace: f21 (gift from cousin!)</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">faux ray bans: flea market! ($5)</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">blue jacket (it got cold when the sun set): taiwan</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1327-1-1.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">The most depressing, sad, pathetic, self-wallowing, suicidal holiday for singlings, like myself, is tomorrow; <b>Valentine's Day</b>. Okay, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">suicidal</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> may be pushing it a teensy weensy itsy bit, but it is most definitely Singles Awareness Day, aka </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">S.A.D</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">., </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">UHH...WAIT...UHHHH..</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">. Anyways, so yes, another lovey dovey rose petal and chocolate heart filled holiday for those lucky enough to be "</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">happy and in love</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">" (ew! gross! barf! just kidding!), and sad, dark, poopy day for us spinsters. In order to not feel so lonely and pathetic, My floormates and I have decided to celebrate Valentine's Day by getting all dolled up and venturing into the city for a nice dinner at Cheesecake Factory. <i><b>Screw boys, who needs them when we have each other?!</b></i> Now, that's very </span>SATC<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> of us if I may say so myself!</span></div></b></div><b></b></div><b></b></div><b></b></div><b></b></div><b></b></div><b></b></div><b></b>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-91119434405147669382011-02-09T16:04:00.000-08:002011-02-10T15:15:06.882-08:00CLOWNING AROUND<div style="text-align: left;">The weather is no longer beautiful. IT'S FREAKING COLD HURR, BRR! The last two days or so have been windy as craploids, I swear if I was carrying enough balloons (like a thousand) I'd totally fly away (Should've tried that, drats!) I miss the nice purty weather already, sigh, I guess it's starting to feel like REAL Berkeley weather (aww, pooey). </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1056-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 647px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1056-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div>My lovely mood ran away with the sunshine which left me bummy and grumpy. Yesterday couldn't have gone <b>worse</b>; falling asleep in 2 out of 3 classes despite sleeping a full 5 hours the night before (that's a lot for me!), forgetting my <b>BARE</b> event's meeting location and waiting awkwardly for 10 whole minutes before running up the street to Cafe Strada, losing my dorm key on the way back to my dorm which costs $50 to replace (my closet is crying at the loss of a friend they never knew), my phone decides that it wants to be funny and black out whenever it wants, having 50+ pages of reading to do before 8AM today, and staying up until 4AM to only finish 1/4 of my reading . To sum it all up, it was a <i>shit</i> day. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">OH WELL, LIFE GOES ON.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1062-1.jpg"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1062-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 589px; " /></a></span></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Despite what the title <i>may</i> imply, I absolutely <b>detest</b> clowns. They're way more frightening than entertaining. But the mixture of plaid and POW red polka dots just screamed "BOZO THE CLOWN!" to me, in a tasteful way (right?) Wore this outfit for a day trip my floormates and I went on a while ago to do a little <i>RRR</i> at Emeryville. I did get a lot of stares that day...I honestly can't tell if it was a good or bad sign. I'll just assume it's because I looked like a modern clown, and clowns are pretty much like train wrecks; disturbing yet you just can't seem to look away.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1046-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 564px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1046-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1063-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 617px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">It seems as if the question on every student's mind (or just Berkeley students) is whether or not to stay here over the summer. To take summer school or not, that is the question. I, myself, am in this dilemma and I wish I wasn't. Summer+school=ultimate fail. Oh gosh, I don't even know if I can handle it because I'm already a terrible student during the regular school year. I mean I'm currently sitting in my Children's Literature lecture and finishing up my blog post, oopsies! But it's okay because we're watching clips of different Peter Pan movies, sweet! Ahh, childhood how I've missed thee! Well, Peter Pan is kind of creepy to be honest. We were discussing the obvious sexual tension between Peter and Wendy in the most recent remake of the Peter Pan movie, <i>UHHHHH</i>....awkward much?!</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1065-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1065-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>sashimi plaidy tweedy blazer: thrifted ($1)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>ra-ra-red polka dotted button up: gap via thrift store ($3)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>levis cutoff: buffalos exchange ($7)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>thigh high socks: f21 ($5)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>pearls: collected from all over the place</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>vintage leather belt: thrifted ($5)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>bow flats: taiwan</i></span></div></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-28974842220603987962011-02-07T14:40:00.001-08:002011-02-07T17:13:46.023-08:00GRANOLA FLAVORED<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1195-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 607px; height: 989px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1195-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">If you follow me on <a href="http://twitter.com/anisaYO"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:x-large;">twitter</span></a>, you're probably sick and tired about me going on and on about the beautiful weekend weather we were blessed with. And if you're not a follower, well, you should be heh! Anyways, so the weather was scrumptious and beautiful and gorgeous and lovely and sunny and perfect. I just can't gush about it enough, as we Norcal folks aren't used to such pretty weather this deep into winter (sadly, this is probably the dirty work of global warming...or not! Yeah, let's go with not! Ignorance FTW!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1198-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 873px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1182-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div><div>I was in <b>THE</b> absolute best mood over the weekend for no reason whatsoever, and I loved it. I miss being happy for the sake of happiness. When did my happiness start depending on <i>"things"</i>? Not cool, not cool at all Anisa, SMH. I'm finally starting to do things for me, like going to the gym (what, I love it when my butt looks good!), eating healthier (all that pasta is going straight to making your butt bigger, not firmer, sigh), cleaning my dorm (it's immaculate right now, I wonder how long it'll last...), and a little shop therapy (I'm going ring crazy!). Sometimes being selfish is a <i>good</i> thing, I swear! Try it, a little <b>happy </b>never hurt anyone now, did it?</div><div><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1168-1.jpg"></a></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1204-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 609px; height: 842px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1204-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1168-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 677px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1168-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">My outfit, to me, resembles that of a carefree happy hippy flower child. The naturalistic colors I donned, the white, oatmeal, brown and black, and the huge flower headband, were all very <i>granola</i>. And the owl necklace was pretty much the cherry on top. I told you all I was in a fantabulous mood, and it seems as though I'm definitely an emotional dresser (like an emotional eater minus the calories). I guess I'm really just <i>THAT </i>transparent.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1166-1.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1166-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1166-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1216-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1227-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I sit here anxiously counting down the minutes until one of my best friend shows up for a visit and I'M SO EXCITED! It's been far too long and I've missed her an enormous amount (like -------------------------- much times a million bajillion!) The sad part is that she lives but 30 minutes away from Cal but our schedules just clashes a bunch which makes any visit nearly impossible, boo! But we've planned a day of <i>shopping</i>, <i>shopping</i> and more <i>shopping</i>! My favorite! Cheers to good friends and shopping, hip hip <b>hooray</b>!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1232-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>slouchy striped shirt: jacked from roomie! (f21)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>white peasant skirt: hollister (DON'T JUDGE, I BOUGHT IT IN MIDDLE SCHOOL!)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>black knee high socks: f21 ($4) I lost one sock doing laundry :(</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>brown ankle boots: urban outfitters ($20)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>flower headband: f21</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>owl necklace: taiwan</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>light brown belt: thrifted ($5)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>black ring: streets of Berkeley ($16)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>turquoise ring: streets of Berkeley ($20)</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">OH YEAH! Shout out to the lovely Chelsea of <a href="http://justzipped.blogspot.com">Zipped</a>, whose giveaway I just won, YAY! It totally made my BLAHHH Monday morning into a giddy silly happy one, thank you dear!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ALSO! A huge</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"> THANK YOU!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> to all my new followers, you lovelies make my heart swell with joy! :)<b> I LOVE YOU ALL</b>!</span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-25325454939637977532011-02-04T14:34:00.000-08:002011-02-05T19:49:27.496-08:00CENTENNIAL FIESTA, AY AY AY!<div>Okay, so maybe it's not the celebration of my blog's 100th anniversary but it's my <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">10</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">0th post</span></b>, can I get a <i>what</i> <i>what</i>?! How do we even commemorate such a special occasion?! Beats me. The last couple months of blogging has been a wonderful experience, thank you all for <i>supporting</i> me and reading my random dribble drabble, <b>I love you all</b>! You guys are epicly amazing and if I could I'd send each and every one of you a rainbow cupcake with sparkly sprinkles on top! But I can't, so, a thank you and I love you will have to suffice!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1114-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 500px; " /></span></div><div>This was an outfit I wore on Tuesday when the fog casted a drabby bland BLAHH color over our little town. In order to combat such weather, I decided to punch up my wardrobe by throwing on some vibrant in-your-face colors, like Snow White bitten red and Grimace from McDonalds purple (remember him? heh I should definitely become a nailpolish namer, I'm a <i>natural</i> at it!) </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1115-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 609px; height: 918px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1115-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;">Mixing two distincitively different patterns was like a big fatty middle finger to all those silly "fashion rules" out there. Well, let me repeat my sentiment, <b><i>FUCK YOU!</i></b> I wear what I like and I like what I wear! (man, I'm supes deep, yo!) </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1115-1.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1140-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 610px; height: 305px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1140-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1142-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 609px; height: 512px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1142-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>This week has been a <i>busy busy busy</i> one, but in the best sense of the word! I was running around going from class to class from meeting to meeting; and I loved it all. So now, being a member of both <a href="http://blog.baremagazine.org/">BARE</a> Magazine and <a href="http://calibermag.org/">Caliber</a> Magazine, I feel so accomplished! I'm finally starting to integrate myself into the Berkeley community and it's already shaping up to be a better semester!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1130-1.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1130-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 440px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1130-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div>Today was BARE's first social with the staff, so we made our ways down to little ol' Cheeseboard to bond over the greatness that is delicious, cheap, pizzay goodness! And was it delicious! It was my first time there and I can't wait to go back already, ahhh the ingredients and preparation and NOM NOM NOM! Sitting in the median right next to a "DO NOT SIT ON MEDIAN" sign, with our pizzas in hand, playing telephone and discussing the future of fashion bloggers and what a deep fryer can deep fry, I had an <b><i>amazing</i></b> time with an <b><i>amazing</i></b> group of people who were <b><i>amazingly</i></b> well-dressed (I LOVE THE WORD <b><i>AMAZING</i></b>, SO WHAT?!) I can't wait to start brainstorming up ideas with these people for what is going to be the best issue of BARE yet!</div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1124-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1124-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div>My cankle is so prominent in this photo so I feel obligated to explain. I promise you I don't have permanent canks! A couple weeks ago, I was walking around in SF in 6 inch wedges and I tripped in the middle of Union Square, thus twisting my ankle :( So now I have this huge ass right ankle and my mother even banned me from those shoes, sigh. Double fail, don't judge me!</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Again, I just wanted to thank everyone that has ever visited my blog, read my blog, commented on my blog, and followed my blog; you are all...well...<b><i>AMAZING</i></b>! Here's to another 100 posts, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>I love you lovelies :)</b></span></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6631397436473611311.post-89425149238905304282011-01-31T14:25:00.000-08:002011-01-31T17:41:18.586-08:00DOUBLING UP<div>My roommate Joana walks in while I'm changing (and shirtless) and exclaims, <i>"ANISA, WHAT ARE YOU FREAKIN' WEARING?!?!" </i><i>..."What? My skirt's too short...so I doubled up!" </i>It's actually quite a sad story, and now I'm going to tell you. I bought the gray bow skirt on my trip to Taiwan this summer and, at the time, it fit perfectly. It was a bit short I'll admit but my mom made me buy it (her philosophy <i>"if you have it, flaunt it! you're only young once and this body won't last forever!") </i>so I did. I forgot about the skirt completely until last Friday during my usual morning closet rummage. So I slip it on and what do I know? It refuses to simply cover my booty, it barely covered much of anything. Running out of time, and patience, I quickly scattered around and pulled on my party skirt. Never did I think I'd be wearing this to a full day of classes but WHATEVZ! </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0997-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 608px; height: 931px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0997-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1000-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 609px; height: 918px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1000-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;">Why is it that I'm always in the mood to wear something leggy when it's cloudy and freakin' freezing out?! It's like this innate desire I have to torture my body temperature. On Friday afternoon, I took a little trip back home for my family's Chinese New Year dinner. It was supes fun to hang out with my baby cousins and be all merry and jolly with my familia! (the red envelopes filled with cash didn't hurt either, hehe!)</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1000-1.jpg"></a></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0999-1.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 609px; height: 918px; " src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0999-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1001-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 607px; height: 971px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1001-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1004-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 610px; height: 405px;" src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1004-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1005-1.jpg"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1005-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 405px; " /></a></div><div>I just realized how many articles of clothing I put on each day. As I was doing laundry with my floormate, I realize that I had more clothes than she did, and I was only doing one weeks worth of laundry while she was doing two. <b><i>WHATTHEEFF</i></b>!? I didn't realize how many pieces of clothing I actually put on everyday, which only matters because I despise doing laundry <b>AND</b> folding <b>AND</b> putting them all way, BUMMER!</div><div><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1005-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1019-1-1.jpg"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1019-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 539px; " /></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1006-1.jpg"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1006-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 608px; height: 539px; " /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">P.S. I am now officially a member of the <a href="http://baremagazine.org">BARE</a> staff! I can't wait to start planning, photoshootin', and blogging for such an amazing magazine! Good thing I decided to get off my lazy butt and make something out of my last semester as a <i>little wittle</i> <b><i>freshmen</i></b> (I actually like being a freshmen, weird!) Here's hoping to an amazingly productive semester filled with wonderful memories and red velvet cupcakes and unicorns galore! Got a little carried away there...or not (I WANT TO SEE A UNICORN! I BELIEVE, I DO I DO!)</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1006-1.jpg"></a></span><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1030-1.jpg"><img src="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_1030-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 610px; height: 260px; " /></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0997-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0997-1.jpg"></a><a href="http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa418/thelaughslut/DSC_0997-1.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">off the shoulder tan top: roomie's (f21)</span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">gray bow skirt: taiwan ($10)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sparkly gold skirt: f21 ($15)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">thigh high socks: f21 ($4)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">leather crop jacket: h&m ($30)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">dreamcatcher necklace: f21 ($6)</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">bow flats: taiwan ($10)</span></i></div>Anisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486339546884430551noreply@blogger.com21