senior prom.

i had blonde highlights. one of the many terrible choices i have made with my hair. in a close race with punk rock bangs (unintentional) and purple highlights in italy (also unintentional). never die your hair with a language barrier.

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mark hurry up.

lester and manase went ice skating

on thanksgiving and i think it is the cutest thing i have ever heard in my entire life oooo i could just die thinking of my little cuties on ice in central park.                   AWWW AWWW AWWWWWWW

$17.44

i went thrift store shopping in richmond today and got 3 sweaters, a jean button down shirt (kinda trashy kinda cool?) AND a belt for seventeen dollars and fourty-four cents.

that is insane to me. everything in the store was half off. in new york i could have gotten half a shirt for that much. maybe. it was SO cool. and the sweaters are so cute. one of them is like teachery creepy cute it has sunshine and children (literal mini dolls stuck to it) and golf courts and golf clubs... its horrendous and GREAT. and the other 2 are just big boys sweaters. 

i'm attempting to go all winter without wearing pants. so far it's been going pretty well for me. i live in tights. mostly black tights. i should try getting a little more colorful but last winter i wore those american apparel two toned tights and now i just look at the pictures and think i look so cheesy. but then again i just bought a golfing sweater cardigan with a smiling sun on it so who knows, maybe i'll break them out again. but anywaysss boys sweaters are PERfect because then they're big and long enough to be mini dresses with the 14 pairs of black tights i layer to make fake pants.

this winter for me is all about sweaters sweaters sweaters. OH. and fur and flannel and fringe. yes.

ahhhhhhhh helicopter terrorists.

i had the scariest dream last night that there were terrorists everywhere in helicopters and they kept just appearing and, i guess terrorizing, everyone. it was SO scary. i was in this really nice mall, actually now that i think about it i think i was in the house that daddy warbucks lived at in the movie annie- but in my dream it was just a beautiful mall. and out of nowhere, a huge helicopter landed in the center of the mall. and at first, everyone was so excited because they thought there was some sort of fancy show or that heidi and spencer from the hills were coming out (not that that would be an exciting fancy show (ok it totally would) but that is what everyone was excited for in my dream) and THEN it was terrorists. and people were running everywhere, up these marble stairs, out doors, hiding in places to escape the terrorists. and it just kept happening over and over. i'd be driving with friends and then VRRROOOOOMMM or actually more like KCHKCHCKCHKCHKCH you know that helicopter noise. and 4 helicopters would be flying around and we'd all have to run and hide in peoples yards and things. it was seriously sooo scary and seemed so real and i actually woke up expecting to hear helicopters over my house. ahhhhh. oh and also in my dream greg shaved his hair into a mohawk. which was also terrible in different ways.

in other news, i'm STILL sick. i'm seriously like a little grandma in a fur coat with dirty tissues filling the pockets. how cute. i'll leave you with that image.

hellloooo richmond? what's happening?? i'm trying to party tonight. get your act together.

trees outside my house.

"mom, i think i dropped my ring in the turkey..."

today, my mom decided i had to know how to make a thanksgiving turkey. it was possibly the most horrifying experience of my entire life. her teachings included phrases like

"hmmm there are feathers on this one. this doesn't usually come like this. oh, another feather.. this is a very natural turkey.."

"ok now you just pull that stuff out. this is strange, i don't even know what this is."

"RIP the neck out lauren. now. RIP IT OUT."

"hmm, i'm not sure what this is either. just scoop it out."

it was absolutely revolting. as if pulling a turkey's neck out it's butt wasn't appetizing enough, i swear there was poop inside our turkey. and feathers. oh god.

mmmm happy thanksgiving!!

honey i'm homeeee

back in richmond until sunday! yayy. i love the city but it's so nice to have trips home. i was on the happiest flight back. everyone was so smiley and friendly. i feel like in general people usually seem stressed and annoyed at airports and on flights, but today everyone seemed at ease. i must not be the only one excited to get home for thanksgiving. 

ever since the first time i saw an episode of lost, i have this thing of judging everyone on my planes to see who i'll be stuck on the island with if the plane goes down. today would have been a good one. 

i watched travis barker on tv last night before i went to bed and he was talking about his plane crash so when i wasn't judging the people around me to see who would be helpful at finding food on the island or who could be my new best friend, i was looking out the window to plan my route of escape if the wing of the plane fell off or something. like we'd be over water and i'd think hmm ok this is probably do-able.. it would just be like going for a dip in parasailing.. but then the plane would be over a bunch of trees and i'd think hmm definitely not but then we'd pass it and i'd be on to the next. i guess that's kind of morbid. and i'm not even afraid of flying. i just have an overactive mind, i think. 

anyways, i survived. 

ALSO. i bought the best fur coat in the entire world. actually i bought two. some things just cannot be left in stores. but one of them is A-MAAAZING. like a movie fur coat. i got it for 150 dollars at a vintage store but it was probably thousands before it landed in my hands. its HUGE. and long. and white. it's almost unacceptable. like it should be worn by an old rich fancy lady who wears out all her diamonds and has her hair done every day. or in sex and the city. its borderline-ok not borderline at all-obnoxious. i'm dying to wear it but a little scared that i'll step onto the street and someone from PETA will throw a bucket of red paint all over me. we'll seeeee. pictures to come.

helloooo richmond!!

california

pretty!!!!

meet the fam.

(ignore the polka dot midriff tank. momentary lapse of judgment. it was summer and hot.)

conversation with my granma. (i know granma is spelled grandma but granDma makes her feel old. she is not.)

"lauren i need you to help me think of something for max to wear for our holiday card.. something cute. something funny. something non-denominational that everyone will enjoy"

"ok no problem that sounds like fun. i'll start thinking of things for him"

as we're about to get off the phone...

"and if you make something for him he's 10 inches from his neck to his bottom. and don't make it to go around his legs. just have it velcro under his stomach"

click.

i love my granma.

brunch.

i love brunch more than i love slurpees which is a lot.

we had THE best brunch today at belcourt. (84 east 4th st OH MY GOD i got vanilla and bourbon french toast with fresh ricotta and it was theee best french toast of my entire life.  go there.)

my dad learned how to text? kind of..

"Hi Inkn i am in san fran at a meetimg hnw are you love dad."

YES.