February April said.
February April say hey girl whatsup long time no see
I am in the midst of so.many.things. right now I can barely breathe. Yet here I am on a social media site trying my best to be witty. As a sneak-peek into my life, let me begin with informing you wonderful motherfucks that I am currently in the school’s library, right on the 11th floor. If you see me looking sizzling hot today whilst rocking my fashion-forward oxblood red jacket, come by and say holla.
It is almost the end of the term and I cannot contain the excitement that is building up thanks to the glimpse of freedom that I shall attain in few more weeks. Freedom, in my world is not about partying ala shallow human persons or chilling on a porch doing nothing, ladies and gentlemen, but rather an opportunity for me to escape the world of academia and indulge myself into the realm of fantasy and magic, together with my imaginary artistic/hasidic friends. Hence two words: Can’t wait.
Fashion week has finally come to an end, you guys. And now we would have to wait for another 4-6 months or so till the cosmic drama hits us, again. This season was my first season of actually working for Fashion Week and eventhough I cried/cut/bruised myself along the way, I have to say that it was one of the ge-ray-tez time in my en-ta-yer life.
Fashion girls are the best kind of girls and Canadian models are incredibly easy to work with. And that’s coming from me, the one who preaches about the superficiality of humanity. Models and fashionistas gave me hope to humanity. Hence why I am in love with this shit, so much.\
Also! A very important one! My friends and I are launching a new art-blog (a blog about arts!) this summer. It’s going to be of course about fashion and paintings and sculptures and baroque music and baroque people and stuff! We have been working very very hard on this because we love arts and we want to share this with everybody! Yeah!
Until then people of the world wide webz.
Soon I’m going to be like Angelo Flaccavento.
Welcome to the society we’re living in today.
Who is society? Is it me? Is it them, mainstream people of sweatpants and hoodies and sneakers? Or is it them, hipsters with ironic shirts and unconventional tattoos? Is it Justin Bieber? Is it the beliebers? WHO IS SOCIETY YOU TELL ME?
Society is all of us. We blame society for injustices and discrimination. But we are society. We ARE to be blamed. (Did I mind fuck you yet?)
Justin Bieber scares me a little. Million of girls and boys from different demographics adore (adore = the intense desire to, hopefully have sex or have masturbated) with/to him. Is the so-called mainstream music industry centers around art or the miscellaneous (miscellaneous being bieber’s sexy abs, for instance)? Biebers collection of music is repetitive in theme, lack in content and just plain vacant.
For example the song, “Baby” is about a heartbreak drama rant revolving around this girl that he’s trying to impress (YAWN) (Come on now this is cliche okay). I don’t have problem at all with Justin repeating the word “Baby” three times before a long and supposedly frustrated sounding OOOOHH. I have no problem with that. What I want is a story. I want story Justin! I want plot! But there’s no story. The music sounds more like a statement. An announcement made through a public school’s speaker. Baby is about Justin who are confused if the girl he wants to penetrate would want to be penetrated (see: Are we an item? Girl quit playin’ We’re just friends, What are you sayin’?). And the song resumes with him expressing how much he wants to penetrate the girl in the hope that the girl responds to materialisticism (see: And I wanna play it cool But I’m losin’ you, I’ll buy you anything, I’ll buy you any ring). And more disappointing is that the entire album revolves around similar notion. For example, “Somebody to Love” is his reinforcement on the fact that he needs to penetrate someone and “That Should Be Me” is about another (or similar) heartbreak and an iteration that he should’ve been the one shoving his penis into the girl’s kaslopus (a.k.a nugget a.k.a vagina). This entire album obviously does not promote healthy thinking nor thinking at all. It barely provokes and pushes boundaries. Some people might argue, HeY hEy iTz mUzIK iTz aBaWt hAViNg FuNzZz. All I have to say is, sure.
But if you do enjoy this kind of music, let me assure you that it is okay to be stupid. There’s no need to take yourself too seriously. Embrace your stupidity beliebers.
The fascination we (hah!) have towards Justin Bieber is unbelievable. Unless he starts putting his penis on exhibit in his next music video, I will remain uninterested.
A group of people who identify themselves as Beliebers. They are conformists who all look the same, possibly to please the one and only Lord Bieber. When I look at them, sometimes, I wish Hitler was still around..so that he can..you know.
Everyone should go see Doppelgänger Paul or A Film About How Much I Hate Myself.
Toronto screenings at The Royal Cinema.
And I would say I love you
But saying it out loud is hard
So I won’t say it at all
And I won’t stay very long.
Things have definitely changed around here.
It’s 10 to 5. In the AM. I have not been sleeping all day, which is very unlikely of me, because you see, I love sleeping. Sleeping is one of those things that make me happy. Just like death, good music, good cigarettes and good alcohol. And oh not to mention the good times where I would just randomly break into this ecstasy inter-moments while listening to Lykke Li or The National. It’s one of those things. Isn’t it amazing, for us to be able to just die for 8 hours and then come back to this meaningless life, trying our best to fabricate meaning and purpose?
The circle of friends that I have is decreasing in radius. Mostly, out of choice. People are selfish. We established that last year. This year we established that people are stupid. Most people are. And I am getting more rude that I could ever imagine. Maybe because I think that I am better than everyone else. Maybe because I think I am special.
But of course, there are a group of people (mostly fictional) who I greatly adore. For example, TROY AND ABED IN THE MOOOOOORNING.
Cheers, folks.
Please don’t masturbate to this. I mean, come on.
