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For the past few days, I've been lounging around my room, slowly and painfully leveling my cute little Asura elementalist on Guild Wars, listening to Ho Hey by The Lumineers on repeat, and scrolling through virtual pages and pages of Tumblr. There's nothing quite better than filling the inspiration mug up to the brim and gulping the whole thing down. Now my contacts are doing that funny thing where they refuse to cooperate with my eyes and my computer screen is simply a rectangular blur. Good thing Ms. Kuz taught me how to type properly in my Computers class back in Junior High.

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Okay, okay, I know.  Jeremy Scott's Bart Simpson print has become not so much as overdone, but popularly displayed and re-worked by bloggers and clothing manufacturers alike. Yet, after having been a Simpsons fan for a very long time, it's hard to not want to walk around with Bart's face everywhere, his cheeky grin mocking a confused passerby and reeking of mischief. There was a time when my brother and I would sneakily find our way to the TV and watch the Simpsons on the lowest, possible volume where speech was almost intelligible. My father did  not enjoy his ten and seven-year-old children watching a cartoon with apparently inappropriate messages underlying every word and 2D action. Yet it was something about our infatuation with these seemingly jaundiced characters and our lack of understanding that kept our eyes glued to the screen. Youthful ignorance has a way of crawling to the doorstep of bliss and happiness, doesn't it? What am I even talking about?

backpack c/o grafea, jacket from asos, UNIF x nastygal hellbounds, bart simpson shirt and skirt c/o choies

Everything is complete. My computer is up and running (thanks to T), my bed is sleep-able, my fingers are almost frozen to the bone, my bedside table is actually three shoe-boxes stacked on top of each other, and I can finally resume my recluse-lifestyle in my new room. Outfit photos have become more of a challenge now that my bed has taken over what was previously my "studio", so now I give you some half-assed versions of outfit photos before I find another place for my tripod to call home. Taking photos outdoors where it's in the minus degrees Celsius is definitely out of the question, especially when wearing men's t-shirts as dresses.

Lounging on a couch and watching the Prince of Persia: Sands of Time, wondering why everyone in this movie has a British accent and really, really, really wishing that my Lord of the Rings trilogy DVDs would somehow appear magically in front of me so I could finally commence a hobbit-filled marathon. There really is nothing better than the relaxation provided by watching Middle Earth fall apart only to be saved by a hobbit a few inches shorter than my own mother. Does anyone else wonder why Frodo couldn't have just taken the eagle express all the way to Mount Doom? Yeah, I like to question the important things in life, such as why females always scream when they see a dead body (I really don't think I would), why backseats are never checked, and why movie characters never think of picking up a weapon of some sort when being chased by someone or something that doesn't want to be friends. 

jc booties from holt renfrew, boot harness from etsy, faux leather shift dress and bag c/o romwe, plaid jacket c/o 2020AVE, mango denim jacket

Things I'm thankful for this holiday break are: family, sleep, food, too much food, mulan, cheese crisps, and all of you wonderful people. Kurtis and I wish all of you the best. I just woke up from a two hour nap (I know, wtf) so this post will be as eloquent and focused as a six-year-old's speech on his or her favourite subject at school (it's a never-ending answer to an absurdly simple question). I can't even make sense of my own words at this point. 

Also, my very mature and much older cousin has been nagging me to post this outfit photo he took and edited on le good ol' blog for the past week, so I'm going to keep my end of the bargain. This is not a joke, I promise. I am also wearing a one-piece snow suit that my cousin wore when he was 12 (soooo, a long time ago). Also, check out these photos from Tumblr I have been amassing over the past few days. Merry Christmas ya filthy animals. 

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