movie: HP6

just got back… it was amazing… will do a good report tomorrow/today… they left out some major stuff (battle at bill/fleur’s wedding – that whole thing, actually) and loads of minor stuff, but it was bloody brilliant and i’m totally seeing it AT LEAST once more.
plus, all the relationships were amusing. (note: humour and darkness/moodiness were nicely balanced)

dude.

~ r

7.11 // i just realised that i missed free slurpee today at 7/11

Spent most of the day cleaning the house, weeding out my mom’s (largely outdated) closet, and reading pride & prejudice. Also pondering the war, literature, and my (future) career in writing or law. Depending on how much I want to eat (haha).

bob dylan

Did you hear the voice inside you say I’ve heard it all before?
It’s like deja vu all over again…

~ r

7.10 // why is my bedtime getting later?

I am so tired. So, so tired. Ran, did abs, took pictures, and went to a friend’s early birthday party today (which involved eating ice cream cake and swimming, mostly).

Did I mention that I am tired?

annie jumping into katie’s arms, haha.

my flickr

~ r

Fashion Icon: Bruno

At this point, he can sort of be considered one.

Sort of.

Here are a few of my personal favourites, courtesy of NYmag:

His infamous appearance at Agatha Ruiz // Fall 2008

June 2009

In Madrid.

LA premiere – June 09. That’s a Chanel bazooka.

Hahaaaaaa.

~ r

7.9 // kashmir

A great Zeppelin song (aren’t they all?). Ran 6 hilly miles, ate watermelon, and did abs today… coming up: duplicating that Alexander Wang bag, possibly swimming (well, floating lazily around), studying (ha!) french, and working on my homecoming dress (and my 3 other friends’, haha… we’ll see how that goes…)

So looking forward to our Beaver Island trip in 2 weeks (and the Ann Arbor Art Fair before that!)

Hendrix sporting a Bob Dylan button.

happy summer-ing 

~ r

7.8.09 // anterior quadricpetical woes

Hey, so at 4:05:06 this morning, the time/date was 04:05:06 07-08-09! Dude!

Haha. Anyway, today I finally finished painting the front porch, looked at colleges (just in case – god forbid – I don’t get into U of M), and found out that no matter how you cajole an unwilling little brother, he is still an unwilling little brother and will not run, even if he’s actually out there on the trail. He just jogs along (with terrible form) and walks after about ten seconds… ugh.

On the bright side, I’m going to order my D60 and then eat a banana with peanut butter. Mmmm.

teen vogue // july – chloe bikini. I want.

givenchy couture // fall 2009 – JAK&JIL

(via papertissue)

Coco Rocha // July VOGUE US – that Alexander Wang bag… I die. I’m totally making a copy as soon as I order my (faux) suede…

Oh, and for those of you who are wondering about the title… the day of peach mountains (we run up and down and up a big hill), I decided it’d be ok to, oh, bike 10 medium-hard miles in the morning. Now my interior lower quad is sore = not fun running. But it happens.

~ r

DaVinci’s Notebook // Another Irish Drinking Song

This came on Pandora today while we were painting the porch, and I’m pretty sure it’s my new favourite song…

Gather ’round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while
And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle
Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song

Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whiskey ’til he wound up in a box
My other brother in the Troubles met with his demise
My sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes

CHORUS:
Now everybody’s died
So until our tears are dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,
and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight
until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinking once again

Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare
Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air
Shannon jumped into the River Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome

“Cleanliness is godliness” me Uncle Pat would sing
He broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring
O’Grady, he was 80 though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up

CHORUS

Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the banks of old Doneen
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen
Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun -
In fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone

When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shame
He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame
McNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit
But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a (ARRGHH)

CHORUS

Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar
The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car
Irony was what befell my great-grand Uncle Sam
He choked upon the very last potato in the land

Conor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms
Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms
And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the lord’s employ
Drunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy

CHORUS

(slower)

Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin
The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you

(a tempo)

He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too

CHORUS (2x)

7.7 // trespassing photography with a borrowed camera

I borrowed my mom’s D70 today… crept around the surrounding 5 houses and took pictures (and ate some of my best friend’s blackberries, yum – they’re on vacation, haha). All in all, good. [View all on my flickr]

(that one lost a lot of quality when uploaded for some reason…)

More to come!

~ r

7.6 // ow ow ow ow

Evidently, running 3.5 miles (slowly with your mom in the morning) and biking 10 is not all that conducive to a good workout. Agh. We do this thing called Peach Mtns, where we run up and down a 400m “mountain” (a steep hill). Needless to say, it is not fun and kills your quads and glutes. It’s also particularly unenjoyable when your quads and glutes are already shot upon arrival (1.5 miles away from the actual hill) from running, biking, and tube-surfing the previous day.
To wit: ow.

via sea of shoes

jak&jil

soooo ridiculously tired.

~ r

7.5 // stretch languidly in the sun

Ah, the sun’s out again, the sole cloud in the entire state having passed overhead and dropped the temperature from a balmy 82 to 70 in a matter of minutes. The day was blissful, even if I didn’t run and even though I did spend an hour of it painting (no, not even painting, just priming) the front porch rails and sidings and spindles… they call me the Spindle Queen. Laying on a gently rocking boat, feeling the hot sun beat on your back (fruitlessly, as you’ve remember to apply double layers of SPF-70 today!), letting the lakey breeze drift over you… my idea of heaven, pretty much. Or one of them.
Also, I’ve decided to take the [monetary] plunge and buy an SLR – a Nikon D60, to be precise – accompanied by a (Nikon) 18-70mm… so the bank will suffer, but my trigger finger will be satisfied 

all via misc. blogs and tumblrs and the like.

Phoooaawwrr, what is about being in the sun for hours on end that just exhausts you? It’s a very pleasant sort of exhaustion, though, not like you’ve been up since 6 a.m. writing a term paper or what have you.

NOTE: I love Ann Arbor. 

~ r