Rags to Riches

Back in Santa Cruz for our second year and we are living together in a cold house near the beach. There is too much to catch up on so we are just going to jump in to what we did today.

Winter break has begun so we decided to hit the 1/2 deal day at the Salvation Army.

We got some stuff that we thought would be fun to mess around with. Here are the before and after pictures!




So before, this yellow dress was much longer and had shoulder pads. I decided to cut it shorter and add some accessories like a white belt i found at S.A. a hat from Urban Outfitters, wannabe Ray Bans, simple flats and my favorite M.J. watch!



Rag: Blue Dress Riches: Cut slip, shortened, paired with BCBG studded heels, tights, and a blazer.


The once long dress has been cut into a shirt. I paired it with pants that i cut into shorts, faux fur vest from S.A. my Jeffrey Campbell boots and Mr. Kate necklace. check out her unique, creative, up and coming fabulous blog at www.mrkate.com.





Rag: blue sweater Riches: added Faryl Robin flats, leather leggings and gold chain necklace.



I snipped a few inches off the hem of this black dress with sequined detail on the sleeves and around the neck and threw my hair up with a f21 hairband, 3 thin chains, fake purple diamond ring and a bright red tights!




Rag: super long flower print dress Riches: shortened dress, sunglasses, and safari coat


Honestly I thought this was hideous but when I chopped off about 1 foot of fabric it looked great. I mixed it with a thin purple belt, f21 boots, abercrombie jean jacket and a simple vintage necklace from my mother.




Rag: velvet skirt Riches: forever 21 flats, cream color blouse, forever 21 headband

Anyone can shop at places like Salvation Army and spend under twenty bucks. All it takes to make fabulous rich outfits is a little imagination and just the right accessory!

Haunting of Doors.

The concept of doors is still etched in my brain. Events in life seems to match up too perfectly and the old saying of things happen for a reason almost loses its intentional purpose because everything keeps happening in some concise order that is more frightening that relieving. How quickly we open and close doors confuses me. One opportunity has a time limit, and there is a sense of this game to satisfy one's purpose before the door closes and another opens. And how do these doors know to keep opening its as if opportunity is less hopefully and more of something we should just expect. Then the idea of sadness and depression confuses me, if there is always another door opening then why does the one door that closes leaves us upset, is it because we got to the next level of the game without winning? My thoughts in the past few day are so jumbled in a cracked out manner that I can't help but wonder if curiosity truly killed the cat. If we were less curious of the next door opening maybe opportunities would just stop happening, and then would we not be living?

I guess that leaves me to the concept of locks.

Must ponder..

Isabel's Birthday Weekend!

To begin our journey through Isabels birthday we saw Ratatat at the Catylst, but we have no form of documentation, sadly. We did though, see dinosaurs and melting faces, while surrounded by some reallllllly hot boys.

before all that I, Alisa went to see Zion I on campus, it was fucking tight and free. no complaints there.

Saturday- Isabels real birthday
Dinner at I LOVE SUSHI then party at the basketball house with Kiren 40's and our new friend Carta Blanca. We tried to dance, but it was too fucking hot and sweaty. Lets turn on the effing air conditioning por favor!
Afterwards, the Robb sisters picked us up and we all went to A.M.'s house where we continued to party until the weeeee hours of the night.



Sunday- Day keg day
Rush party for Kappa Sigma included keggers, beerpong, jacuzzi, and slip-n-slides.
Later, met up with the boys and girls and went to see Adventureland.





Monday- schooooooooool
CLASS

Tuesday- drunk bowling-turned to drunk laser tag at the boardwalk
With a crew of about 15 homies we drove to the boardwalk and found out that there was an hour and a half wait to bowl. NOT OKAY. so we ran through the arcade like we were 10 years old again and made it in time for the last game of LASER TAG.
Isabel's score was around 4600 and mine said fucking 0. BULLSHITTTTTTT I HIT SO MANY SHINING VESTS!
THEN went to Lily Pad and partied more.





-a and i

"You aren't the only one who's had aardvark-eating socks from Jupiter attack mimes in your treehouse."

Spring break '09 was a jumble of activities that was shared with some of our great friends.

With fur, heels, and ruffles we started off at a charity event at the Standard. After making M.S and some creepy old balding men get us drinks, Alisa was escorted out. (that was a hectic event). Afterward, we found ourselves at Wendy's eating late night with cops. That night kicked off our Spring Break in a fabulous way!

We managed to become invisible to bar bouncers and enjoyed the hilarious cheers from friends and dance offs. Isabel rocked the dance floor like no ones seen before! (she doesn't want to be reminded but it was the greatest moment of my life and I have it on camera). We also witnessed a close call to death. We never returned.

Besides that, fun house parties and new friends became a nightly routine which we happily anticipated.

Spring break 2009 WE WERE ON A MOTHERFUCKIN BOAT. (we actually were on a boat behaving like anteaters!)

Overall, "I like it when my nipples are diamonds"
-G.H.

Love, I & A

Father Daughter Time

Spending time with your dad when your a girl close to leaving your "teens" seems to just be uncomfortable and awkward. Having not much to relate to, it must be overwhelming for a father to watch his daughter age and "lose" her innocence.

But father daughter time with my dad can best be described by a day in Costco running to gobble up all the samples and examine the large quantities of food in peoples carts.

Okay, so its not a totally normal event to share with your father, but seeing my Dad act as if he is in his early teens makes all the samples in the aisles of Costco worth the gobble.

I.


Oh and it is GOOD to be back in L.A.

A Great Way to Pass Time...

....Is to make flower headbands.

Estimated time: 30 minutes ( A perfect way to relax before taking a final).




I & A
see you in LA!

Suprise! I've Got Leggings!

Our new friend surprised us last night when he went to his room and changed into his show shorts.

"I just wish I had stayed off of heroin longer"
M.

The sun is out, the sky is blue. It is beautiful and so are you!

Friday Afternoon, on a nice day in Santa Cruz you can find us at Isabel's treehouse tanning.

It's out of my hands now

I have come to the conclusion that i am a "weirdo magnet." (Maybe there's a better way to describe it, but this is simple enough.) I somehow give off this vibration that communicates to people, telling them "this girl is approachable, and will listen to your pointless and stupid story even if she is minding her own business and especially if she is listening to music, please please walk up to her and talk to her."

For example. I had just jumped out of a taxi cab in San Jose, Ca and I walked into the train station where i found a bench with only one other lady sitting. I sat down and put in my earphones and began playing a video game on my Ipod. Not even minutes had past when a shaggy hobo strolled up to me and decided to ask me out on a date. Not only that but insisted on giving me money, and food, which i did not want. That's an extremely long story SOOOO I'll move on to my next example. (The same day) After that incident I FINALLY got onto my bus to take me back to school and sitting across from me was this very tall, dirty looking man wearing a rainbow knited hat and scarf. He boldly leaned toward me and asked me if i would like to hear about who he is and what he is doing. I cautiously replyed with a simple OK and he began. To make another long story short he went on for 15 minutes telling me how he is a long distance walker and how he has no job and how he is going to change the world through pot. He would have gone on for longer except the bus driver told him to shut up. I thought that was pretty funny, especially after he said "some people in this world just don't want peace," and handed me a small strip of paper with a website, which i wish i still had.

A

Doors.

Doors are rectangular chunks of wood that define one's privacy and once they are opened they can serve as passage ways that lead into rooms filled with items that describe one's personality and traits. The fantasy of ding dong ditch still impresses me. Either someone has some severe jealousy of my doorbell or they secretly want to open the door to see what is on the other side.


Oh well mysterious ding dong ditcher, maybe one day you will be on the other side of the door when I open it.

Until then, please ding the doorbell and enjoy whatever pleasure that does for you for I find such a thrill to hear the doorbell as I run as fast as I can to catch you.

Who knew I would one day feel like my dog, Whiskey, every time the doorbell rings.

-I.

What goes around comes around BITCH.

Wasted Wednesday 9:30 P.M

The night is a little blurry but we spent it at the Safeway house. Jackie-bad idea made an appearance that night.





Thirsty Thursday 8:00 P.M
Spent the night in the adjacent tree house with our fellow neighbors enjoying wine and hookah.

Fizzed Out Friday 8:00 P.M

We were swooped up by our High House boys and taken to Trader Joes where we cooked some brilliant selections for our late night dinner. From just sitting and chatting on the couch the room suddenly became an Insync music video. We danced. BLUE SHIRT BOY AND FRIEND OF BLUE SHIRT BOY WHO WAS GORGEOUS (according to Alisa), COME TO USSS!!!!

We made a few appearances in other homes and ended up in the Safeway House, of course!
AND Prince, where were youu?? Ofcourse, what goes around comes around in the end. Some random but sort of homie crashed another homies car into the house next door. Through the blinds we spied on the cops, tow truck, and fire truck as the night winded down till 5 A.M when we were allowed to leave the premise.




Steady As We Go Saturday 4:00 P.M
Bused and walked to our dream house for an amazing day kegger. We drank and ate delicious miscellaneous meat and listened to the good old oldies.





Day turned to night, and we hitched a ride to the High House. The partying continued well into the night at the Safeway House as well.



Sore Sundays ALL DAY LONG
We will give anyone cold hard cash for a good rub down.


"When I was a kid every picture of me, is me kicking it with my dog." Beanie Boyy.

Five Minutes

Accomplished in five minutes.


The Perfect Orange Slice

Rainy Days.

On rainy days I seem to find myself taking a small leap out of the bus, hoping my umbrella will catch the wind and take me far, far away from here.

I let my imagination tell me where I'll land next but my foot always reminds me that its just the slippery curb of cold concrete, nothing more and nothing less.

Its 3 A.M and all I have is the otters.

Predictions for Spring Fashion.

Here are our predictions for Spring fashion...The looks are very light and airy, with splashes of bright colors.

-big flower prints
-denim jackets..roll up your sleeves for day roll em down for night
-tube jumpers/rompers
-add some color to your outfit with a dash of red (belt hat earrings shoes bag ring)
-pastel pinks, lilacs, light browns and cream colors
-sheer black tights
-sheer knee high socks
-classy soft color tone safari