Not done... probably being deleted by tomorrow.

I want to be an Artist when I grow up. Either that or a ballerina-princess-astronaut.

By Marie E. O’Shaughnessy

!!The following is a highly opinionated excerpt from my mind. There is little to no research done and any statistic not supported with evidence or any comment on generations are not backed up by any real resources unless stated otherwise.!!

I don’t know about your generation but for mine, my parents, and all in-between this is a question we were given to think about and expected to know the answer since we were little “What do you want to be when you grow up?. This question along with “what’s your favorite colour?” or “what’s your favorite food?” YOU YOU YOU it’s all about YOU! Then we hit a certain age (I really can’t recall when I hit this age ) where you are expected to have narrowed it down. When it changes from the simple childhood dreams to “HEY lets change your dream jobs to something more specific like marine biologist” and things like your favorite colour or food just become something you don’t really talk about. Drawing a picture of your family becomes stupid and pointless. You are on a strict code of “don’t brag about yourself” except when you are expected to get a job then all of a sudden you jump back to “what are you good at? What makes YOU special?” that’s a point not mentioned above, and all together you get a big fat whooping identity crisis.

There is so much expected of us and so little actual living. I find myself spending so much time trying to live up to society standards that I can’t “be myself” whatever that is. North America is the ever flowing society of production, too much means for the demand. Too much waste for the valued. Too much focus too little “Dolce Far niente”.

I have big dreams, no ambition. Big self hopes, little restraint. Sometimes I’m asked why I did something… and I can’t answer it. I feel as though I embarrass my family, friends, and least of all myself. See what I did there? I put everything in the order I am expected to… depending who you are talking to. If you are talking you your family you come second. Your friends? Well you come last of course! Why in the hell would you be more important than them? That’s just selfish.

As one movie that slightly glamorised, yet accurately captured the struggle of personal appearance, Mean Girls.

Regina: “You’re so pretty!”

LL: “Thanks!”

Regina: “So you agree, you think you’re pretty?”

I feel like that perfectly describes the struggle of personal identity. If you say thanks to a complement than of course you agree and are bragging about the complement.

So

There is always so much and so little to say
You get a spark to a new idea, but it fizzes like an ash in the ocean.

"If every angels terrible then why do you walk on them"

We put faith into things we don't fully know.
We kill, we taint, we judge.
So much for the unknown.

Its sad, it really is.
Why has this unknown been the base of so much.

Beyond Comprehension? Yes yes it is.
When killing in the name of an "idol" most don't have much more to say but
   "Because he/she loves me"
or
 "To protect the word of..."
Killing is never just, I don't care what your argument might be, this is my solid belief.

Blue,
A color so simple, yet who knows if we all see it the same?
Who knows how every aspect of life is seen by anyone... you never will.
Why would we have just set expectations of everyone when this is most definitive, this is the case.

Be an artist, a rebel, something new.
If not for you then do it for your one fan... we all have one... don't take them for granted.
It may be your mother, family, friend, or just someone walking by you on the street.

Don't try to be you... just be!
-Marie

A Beginners Degree in Sarcasm

Fact, no one is better at sarcasm than Daria.

Sarcasm according to Wikipedia 

"Sarcasm is "a sharp, bitter, or cutting expression or remark; a bitter jibe or taunt",^[1] usually conveyed through irony or understatement.^[2] Most authorities distinguish sarcasm from irony;^[3] however, others argue that sarcasm may or often does involve irony^[4] or employs ambivalence.^[5]. The word comes from the Greek σαρκασμός (sarkasmos) which is taken from the word σαρκάζειν meaning "to tear flesh, gnash the teeth, speak bitterly"

(extracted May 24, 2012 from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarcasm ) 

Wile I can never duplicate her blunt and clever sarcasm I thoroughly am inspired. Anyways not to be too tacky, I just wanted to make a tribute. VOILA! Any-who here's some screen shots I enjoyed.

Ahh the reoccurring lasagna and forced fatherly smile from Jake. 

The ending credits are full of bad ass pictures of the characters dressed up.

Ah the occurring pizza... I screen shot a little late but was too lazy to fix it.

Daria dressed up like her sister Quinn.

Best character clash of the show, Army prof and man hating female teacher.
I think his fear face explains who is the feared.

Any-who that is all.

-Marie Erin

Why Girls Hate Each Other

Finders Keepers DIY

 This year may you:

Play with fire

Paint a rock

Make gorgeous jewelry from Fake flowers, wire and chain

 CUT, Stud and PASTE

Thrift

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 Rediscover sheets and books from years before

Experiment

May the Year of the dragon bring your Daemon fortune!

Happy holidays and what not.

Cool D.I.Y.'s/inspiration! Anybody wants????

Hemp!
This first link is a link to other links. Providing a picture would be pointless

http://diyfashion.about.com/b/2008/10/20/how-to-tie-an-alternating-knot.htm

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIQIQ_nknKg&feature=related 

Above is a picture of a hemp toggle bracelet.
http://diyfashion.about.com/od/bracelets/qt/Hemp_Bracelet.htm 

Dye!

http://www.howtotiedye.net/

So this is a pretty good description of a tie dye kit, but am for sure going to figure out the cheapest, most effective, and most eco version possible. That's kinda my thing... seeing as I never have money.
http://www.madebyhippies.com/tiedyekit/

This ideas so cool!
http://fashionablygeek.com/t-shirts/diy-captain-america-tie-dye-shirt/

N.Joi

-M.E.

ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!!!

If I could write a Haiku for the cosmetics industry it would go something like this:
I say I will fix all of your problems in life
I most likely don't

So basically this is just me spewing my perspective briefly.
Don't be a slave to the cosmetics industry. Find out what makes things work and then decide if its for you. find a small handful of products that work for you and stick with it. If its really your passion explore all you want, but when I hit puberty I went from "OMG IF I GET 1BILLION PRODUCTS WITH MY PARENTS MONEY THAT ILL BE A SEXY MOVIE STAR!!!" no... now im trying to size down but i have a hoarding problem... err... I never use any of this stuff... or most of the stuff that makes my life a heavy burden... i want to be able to pack my life up in 2 suitcases. Right now... it better be two fucking BIIIIIIIG suitcases!

Have a Great XMASS EVE! (p.s. next year im celebrating the pagan version of Christmas... its way cooler)
-Love M.E.