I've been gone.

... and I have nothing to show for it. Sophomore year is hard, much harder than I thought it was going to be. I might put up some of my pictures recently, or I might get caught up when something else.

For the last hour, I've been reading the articles of Cat Marnell. I haven't figured out if I absolutely abhor her or if she's my soulmate. Nonetheless, I get her. She's an unforgivable, unforgiving drug addict, but unlike other drug-addicts in the spotlight, she allows the drugs she take to be in the spotlight. A little lost Edie Sedgwick, or a wannabe Andy Warhol Superstar? I figure she's both. She's already so caught up in the world she lives or doesn't live in (in her case) that there's no return. Quit her job and just blogs about her habits. Perhaps pure, gluttony genius? In a way, am I feeling the slightest envy? I've always been attracted to stories about addictions (and eerily, she says the same thing), so I could have just spent my career analyzing the habits of those fucked-up rich kids of the parties that I go to.

And maybe throw in a little of me. I'm not as bad as I used to be. I've put my "chasing-the-edge" dream on hold for while, but I still don't know what I should be chasing. Maybe my story is like that of Frankenstein. Victor Frankenstein spent his whole life exacting revenge on his creation, and when he finally does, he realizes he has nothing to live for. Maybe when I finally figure out what I need to be living for, there's nothing to look forward to. Must I live for the chase?

Ebay Anonymous.

Senso-Latrice

 UURGGH. I never would've thought I would be a shoe whore. Some time ago, I never understand girl's obsession with shoes; for me, I needed one shoe-stopper and that was it. I would wear it until you could see the skin on the balls of my feet. Then came along Ebay, and blogging, and college parties--where heels are pretty mandatory when heads are bouncing above you because you're 5 inches shorter than everyone else (but then you dance on the bar, and all is better (not an euphemism)). Now, I just spent money that I should have saved for next semester. FUCK ME. Urgh, I told myself I needed one boot wedge and one sandal.

Anyways, I just bought my first pair of "designer" shoes. Retail price is $209.95 (on sale for Shoestruck for $139.95); I bought them for $32.95 (including tax). I guess that's a win, but I can feel my mom's glare drilling my back.

What have I been wasting my time on?

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This.

A Room Away

Sources: Tumblr

I'm moving into my apartment next year (with 3 other roommates), so I've been thinking, rethinking ways to innovate my room. I forgot how simple, yet divine interior design could be. This is how my apartment could look like, not what it would like.

P.S. If you'd get bored, visit my tumblr for some pretty blurbs and moments: http://momentalconfashion.tumblr.com

WWF Gorilla Top (Forever 21), Black Maxi (handmedown), Blue Velvet Flats (Urban Outfitters)

I'm at that point where I look in closet and I think," Shit. I really have nothing to wear." My size keeps changing in the last few months. If only, I grew taller. Let's be frank, my bra size is bigger than my mom's now. And she has had 2 kids. Stop. Growing. Or stop eating meat. Come on, it's beach time... which reminds me. Coming back to Cali? Of course, there's some self-deserved, mandatory beach pics.

Honestly, I haven't really been obsessively following the new fashion trends like I have been in the past. Tomorrow, I have an interview with Zara and I'm very excited. I've been a huge fan of their brand for years, but sadly I only own one item of clothing from there. They are known to be a "low-budget" brand, but truthfully, their pricing is way above my budget. I just bought a Chanel-looking jacket for $25.99 from a thrift store, and thought I went a bit crazy.

Wiz a Winner.

Sources: vogue germany, vogue china, vanessa jackman, style.com, oraclefox, numero, lovemore, lee oliviera, avantlard, anarchy street

I've never done a beauty inspiration post before... so here's a barfload of hair inspiration. All so magical. I love beachy, natural waves and dyed colored ends. Thinking of doing both for the summer, just to spoof up my naturally, boringass straight hair.

I said I'm getting fucked up after AP testing and true to my word. I can feel judgment. But...if you could shut your emotions off, would you? Just for a few hours. Just so you wouldn't feel. Just so you couldn't think. Block out the critics. Block out the assholes. And just do crazy shit. Like buy wacky sunglasses.

Orange Bliss

1. Equipment 2. McQ Alexander 3. Obey 4. Raoul 5. Givenchy 6. The Row 

So I kind of want all of this.

I've lately been obsessed with Mac Miller's newest album: Macadelic. Opposed to what most people say, I think that this mixtape is his best yet. I personally don't mind the "lean" references. With rap (and with any music really, but especially rap), the lyrics and flow should be the main focus. I like this raw, "matured" version of Mac. Honestly, I never believed myself to be a fan of Mac. I thought he had potential, but didn't think he was as great as his hype was. (Now, J. Cole is where it's at.) Nonetheless, I'm catching myself listening Macadelic nonstop, so perhaps I'm becoming one.
The visuals are pretty radical and rightfully named. Mac in a psychedelic rage.
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Moments of the Beautiful Chaos

Waiting at the airport on my way toShit. This year is done. I dare all the future freshmen to have a year as insane as mine. I have so many college pics that I simply just can't put online. But the ones that I can, here you go.

I have so much shit to do, but I can't focus for the life of me.

So I'm just going to blog about all the shit that makes me happy.

Everything is from my tumblr: http://momentalconfashions.tumblr.com
Btw, the last photo is of me shooting my friend with latest tattoo.

P.S. Dear throat, please don't give up on me.