30.8.10

sunday best

Are you confused? You should be. I'll bet that you're sitting at your computer, staring at this screen, your eyebrows furrowed. "Why," you ponder, eyes squinting in utmost confusion, "is this titled sunday best? For it is not Sunday."

Well, friends, that was my meager attempt at READING INTO YOUR MINDS (success! duh.). (And if you weren't confused, then YOU ARE NOW.) (Success! Yet again! Double whammy!) Also, since I read into your minds and discovered your confusion upon seeing the words "Sunday best" (i.e. title), then I will clear the air for you because I am just SUCH a delightful human specimen.

1) This outfit was worn on Sunday. (But that is "neither here nor there" as my sister occasionally says (which I find rather bizarre))
2) "Sunday Best" came to mind whilst wearing this outfit.

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Now there's something about wearing a "pretty outfit" that's strikes me as seemingly bizarre... I feel like I should ROUGHEN 'ER UP. You know? A leather vest... Black boots... A gun? (Or, you know, maybe a leather vest and black boots would have sufficed...)
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I guess there's something about "pretty" seems unnatural. Probably relates to the whole model-off-duty rough and tough trend going on. But something about trying to tie a black leather belt with this pretty yellow seemed even more unnatural. In conclusion, my inner Oprah has been released: Ladies, it's OKAY to dress up in pretty colours and pretty clothes! It doesn't matter if everyone around you is in ripped shorts and leathah vests!
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Have fun with fashion and wear what you like! Like big, obnoxious sun hats... (Awwww. How much should I be Oprah's replacement? We're basically TWINS.)
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Oh and I look pregnant below. What? Why would you say that? That's rude! I'm not! The pose was merely devised to showcase all detailed elements of my outfit! OKAY?! But I feel like a Juno quote would be appropriate in light of the whole "pregnancy" vibe I've created... "So what's the prognosis, Fertile Myrtle? Minus or plus?"
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So happy to finally get pretty pictures at the park downtown. I go there practically daily when the weather's decent (a.k.a. not-so daily due to the weather isn't that decent due to the EXTREME HEAT (but whatever, I'm not bitter or anything...)). I always bike there, but the famjam decided to party it up there with me (by "party," I mean "read"). Can anyone spy my mother and her first appearance on the blog? Brownie points if you do!
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Reading the Kite Runner for summer reading. I'm not even a quarter through and it's been amazing. Any other book suggestions, friends? I want to get into reading again because it's 1) good to cultivate the mind and 2) I look artsy and yeahhh and whatever. (Attempt at irony with jock-ish voice. Fail.)
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"Fashion is there to be enjoyed, to be indulged - to wow in. Don't save it for Sunday best only. Get it out of the tissue paper and be sensational every day." - John Galliano

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(Dress - Vintage/ Consignment $12, Blazer - Thrifted $1, Hat - Thailand, Pink Bow Belt - H&M, Blue Belt - Thrifted, Shoes - Singapore)

P.S. My life is OBVIOUSLY void of excitement. Why would I say such words, with particular emphasis on "obviously"? I got formspring. So now is your time to ask your burning questions and/ or profess a mushy gushy love letter that you're too shy to say to my face! (Hey now, a girl can dream...) But really. Even a "what's your name?" would suffice in making me feel kewl enough to 1) get to answer a question and 2) spell "cool" like "kewl." AW YEAH BABY.

27.8.10

smelly cat, smelly cat, what are they feeding ya?

lajsdla. hi gyuys im so druink righgt nwow. JOKES. That was a JOKE. (I know, I know - underage drinking is NOTHING to joke about.) (In complete honesty, I was typing that very line with my ELBOW to feign drunkenness.) (hey, let's have some fun. I DOUBLE DARE YOU to type your comment with your elbow. No cheating by purposefully stumbling your fingers on the keys. I will install a webcam onto your computer to ensure that this does not occur.) (No, no I won't.)
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But yes. It is a Friday night (not that it feels any different from, say, a Tuesday night in the dear, ole' summer) and I'm typing this instead of, you know, "getting sooo wasted and bangin' all these hawt chicks." (Utilize your imagination to convert such words from "dude talk" to "chick talk." Google Translators are allowed.)
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My Friday nights are often void of plans. It's become the normalcy. I get these invites to parties at my school via Facebook (I don't know why. I must be on the mailing list or something.) and I'm like, "Meh." And then I hear the recounts on Monday, "OH MY GOD. Such a good party. I don't remember ANYTHING. I woke up with a huge hangover."... Oh, gotta love the good times you don't remember!
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This post isn't anything about the dangers of teen drinking or too much partying or insisting we discuss Pythagorean Theorem RIGHT NOW (I prefer Saturday night for the latter! Join me?). Go ahead and do whatever you want! (Quite frankly, I think I should be snorting stuff up and singing Cherry Bomb in my panties.) (Yes, I just watched the Runaways.) (I don't actually think I should be snorting stuff up and singing Cherry Bomb in my panties.)
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Dialogue that once occurred: Friend - "Are you going to ____ party?" Me - "No." Friend - "Oh. So what do you usually do on weekends?" Me - "Umm... nothing really..." Actually... not true. I hang out with my imaginary friends and we go on long walks on the beach! (THAT'S NOT TRUE... we prefer the mountains...) But really. I do DO things. Just not things that my fellow peers like. Just things I like - sewing, drawing, biking, people-watching... (which basically amounts to nothing.) (Aw, don't say that, Lexy!)
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I guess that's one of the things that makes high school so blah. I don't like the same things as many people. Not that I don't find recounts of people's stupidity amusing... I just don't like it. Personally. I get that it's normal. I don't care. I just don't like it. BAM.
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(Denim Jacket - Value Village $8, Yellow Shirt - Thrifted $1, Skirt - Homemade, Belts - Thrited $1 each, Necklace - Aldo $10, Shoes - Aldo)

Final year is starting in less than two weeks. Contrary to the exhausted pessimism in this post (it's no longer Friday night, but Saturday morning), I'm actually excited. Ish. But maybe that's because it has to do with the prospect of leaving...

Ah, the future is starting to scare me. But mostly EXCITE ME. I need to meet more people like me!

Can I get a worrrrrrrd?
(That's what the cool kids in high school say! AW YEAH I'M COOL NOW.)

24.8.10

the next act

Confession: I stole the title from the spine of NYLON. Do you guys read the spine? It's so much fun. Who writes these spines? I want to write the spines. CHEESEBALLS! (That was on another spine. EPIC.) (Oh, fun fact, the newspaper declared that "Cheeseballs" has been added to the Oxford dictionary. Along with "Bromance" and "Chillax" and "Frenemy," among others. Definitely gave my poor mother another wrinkle or two. Poor old people and these ridiculous sayings that are now deemed Scrabble-able. AT LAST WE HAVE A CHANCE OF WINNING. ex. [big old person word]? Pfft... CHILLAX? 29830 points!* chachiiiing.)

*not actually the correct calculation of points


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This outfit is fresh from SALVATION ARMY. Aw yeah. There's no Salvation Army where I live, so don't you fret - I'm still a worshiper of Value Village (August 30th 50% off sale, WHAT WHAT). But, hey, this ENTIRE OUTFIT IS LITERALLY FROM SALVATION ARMY. Like aslkdjalsjd. (Yeah, it deserved some recognition in the form of scrambled letters. WHAT NOW?!)
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This outfit was SO MUCH FUN TO WEAR. I kind of want to marry this blazer. (*That's So Raven Moment: future lover is walking down the aisle in this amazing blazer!*)
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I don't even understand the print. Or where the person prior to my ownage would wear such a piece. But my Sibling and I have decided that if we ever have a nautical/chinese/colourful/obnoxious dress down day theme at school (*fingerscrossed*), THIS WOULD BE THE EPITOME OF SAID DAY.
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Speaking of Sibling... Sibling will do her Guest Post soon! Thanks to all your pumpy comments in the earlier post. SHE IS SO PUMPED. Mostly because I'm SO PUMPED. Mostly because I'm on jet lag and that's always a good excuse for anything, riiiight?! Right.
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However, to fill the void of this Sibling-less post (her looks - yes, looks (ooh!) - will be in upcoming post), I present you Cousin. If I could tag photos on blogger (which would be weird and rip-offish and, Blogger, if you are reading this, DO NOT MAKE THAT PLAUSIBLE), then THIS child (aka Cousin) (aka Molly) would be tagged as "Looks are Deceiving." She is the biggest poser EVER. Please do not be fooled by her charming looks.
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And my point is proven... (she's posing with NO ASSISTANCE. I do not kid. Young Tyra? Smile with your eyes, girl!)
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^^ How cute are these skinny jeans? I love when kids are too skinny to fill out their skinny jeans.

Click, clack!
Because if shoes and pictures could talk, I'm confident that that is what such shoes and picture would say. (Maybe followed by an "I rawwwk!" Maybe.)
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(Epic jacket - Salvation Army $8, Dress - Salvation Army $3, Shoes - Salvation Army - $7, Rings - Peru, Bracelets - Assorted)

So that is all. Oh wait! Something else! I forget where, but somewhere, I've been reading some shizzz on how Thrifting is gross and I just can't even fanthom, I do not lie, how that could be possible. I think Thrifting is the GREATEST THING EVER. Sure, someone wore it before you, but everything happens for a reason and that is why the WASHING MACHINE WAS INVENTED. Duh.

Also, how epic is it that someone wore these clothes (by "these clothes," I'm referring to thrifted clothes...) before you? Um, EPIC. They have a whole story and life before you. I'm currently trying to imagine the person that wore this blazer before me. I'm envisioning an old, fierce grandmother who held it for years... her aging hands occasionally reaching out to rub the bright colour just barely visible in the back of the closet... she strokes its soft fabric as she reminisces the times she's had in the blazer... recalling all the stories and adventures she had whilst dancing through her youth in this explosion of amazingness... until, one day, she decided to make new adventures and drop it off at her local Salvation Army...

Or, you know, something...

Thoughts on thrifting?
(Hey, if you hate it, I won't be offended. I'll only hypnotized you into liking it. Kidding. (Mostly because I'm no hypnotist...))

P.S. Congrats to my brosif HD!M on winning the giveaway! Check your email gurl - ahem, BRO! (Brosif also made me a rap video. um, DUH I FEEL AWESOME. So I, obviously, rigged the vote so she would win. Hey, I warned you! Nah, I'm totally kidding. She won because of probability and other mathematicths related thingthz... that's what happens when you make a ballin' rap video... and have the most entries and stuff... [insert math probability equation thingy to articulate said point]) YAY!

22.8.10

NOTHING RHYMES WITH ORANGE (that includes PORRIDGE, 10-year-old Lexy...)

I'm home, I'm home, I'm home! An eventful and fun and equally exhausting time spent with the extended famjam has resulted in an exhausted Lexy (hint: there were babies involved) (no, I am not subtly telling you I'm pregnant.) (grrr you, 16 and Pregnant and your ridiculous implications). But being home equals more posts! (At least in theory....) But, orange you glad?

Oh, and apparently I've decided to take onto being very arrogant/ narcissistic. Or I'm being overly-enthusiastic. Ahem, um, obviously not the latter. Obviously I'm a very nonchalant person. Like, pshhh. In conclusion, my big head and nonchalant personality (like, whatever) has resulted in a "preview-post" kind of thing. If my post were a movie, this would be the trailer. (SHBOOYEAH ANALOGIES.) Orange you glad?

1. This is from... a long time ago. It's been sitting on the desktop of the computer for quite some time. But I still enjoy staring at it. I want to eat her up and poop out her clothes and then wear them (after washing them of course.) On a more "normal" note, I also want more orange.
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(Source - The Sartorialist)

2. Luella S/S 2009. (RIP. sadface.) I want this colour palette. Just to indulge and eat and stare at and why am I continuously using "eat" to describe things I like? Maybe it has to do with orange and how you CAN, in fact, eat oranges... Or something of that similar logic...
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(Source - style.com)

3. NEW SHOES. Eeeeek. I love them. They dangerously border the appearance of duck feet. Fortunately, I stood beside a duck and was able to see the difference (well... I went to a zoo. And there COULD have been ducks... whereby I would have stood beside a duck... and WOULD habe seen the difference...). Therefore I will wear them and not feel the urge to quack except for sometimes. Quaaaaaaaack.
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Shoes - Salvation Army

There you have it! A pretty pointless post on why you should not self-tan! YES. That's right. If you use self tanner, not only will you get pregnant and die (MEAN GIRLS REFERENCE BOO YEAH), but you will blend in with this amazing colour and, quite frankly, being pregnant/ dead/ orange is not ideal...

Oh yeah, and I do have a full outfit to go with these shoes. It will be posted shortly. ORANGE YOU GLAD? (best colour name EVER.)

P.S. Here's a hilarious joke:
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
ORANGE YOU GLAD I DIDN'T SAY BANANA? Chiiiing! Hahaha!

(That was the hilarious punchline. That was the chyme indicating the hilariousness. That was the laughter.
Duhhh.)

21.8.10

DON'T YOU FORGET

GUATEMALA BRACELET GIVEAWAY.

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G-g-g-giveaway ends tomorrow! And this s-s-s-mashin' bracelet could be y-y-y-y-yours!

Sorry, I'm being annoying.

Therefore, ENTER HERE.

17.8.10

story time, children.

Once upon a time, a boy and his friend were biking. They were about 14 years old. I was walking down the street. "She looks weird," the boy snickered to his friend. Apparently, it was hysterical. The end.

I will not lie. I was a little rattled at first. Mostly because I wish he said that to my face. I would have punched him. And let me tell you, I could have. But then I laughed. You see, the poor boy is already going through so much. Not only is his non-existent girlfriend taller than him, but his voice is also going fluctuating more than... something that fluctuates a lot. I'm glad I made him laugh. Even if his laugh is an octave higher than my own.

In conclusion, I would not want to be a 14 year old boy. I would also not want to look "normal." So, thank you little boy. I wish great things in your future. Like legs. (Chicken legs aren't real legs, my friend.)

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Close ups of my pretty awesome accessories, such as, um, a BALLOON BIB. And HIPSTER GLASSES. Need I say more?! (I think that the "uniqueness" of the balloon bib serves as a pleasant contrast to the generic hipster glasses and, therefore, I CAN BE FORGIVEN.)
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Oh, and since I'm so hipsterish - y'know, hipster glasses wearer, indie music listener, er, political ranter (?!) - I thought it'd only be appropriate to pay a proper homage to my other dear hipsters via hipsters have to pee pose. America's Next Top Hipster? Duh.
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Sibling. OH HEY. Sibling's feeling a little self conscious about writing a guest post, so can some of y'all PLEASE give her comforting advice. Tell her she's funny. Or something. She's afraid she won't match my wits. But let's be frank, NO ONE IS AS WITTY AS ME. Except for, you know, every other person... but that'll be our little secret. SHUSH. In conclusion, can I get a "Let's go Sibling, let's go!"?! Boo yeah.
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We're so cute. Don't you just want to squish our cheeks? Please don't answer that.
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(ME: Blazer - Thrifted/ Value Village $7, Shirt - Thrifted $1, Skirt - Homemade, Belt - Thrifted, Hipster Glasses - Hong Kong, Socks - H&M, Shoes - Thrifted/ Value Village $7)
(SIBLING: Cardigan - Old Navy, Shirt - Hong Kong, Jeans - Unknown)

Ta-ta!
P.S. How do people react to YOUR outfits in public?

P.P.S. Hey, if you're REALLY cool, ENTER MY GIVEAWAY. Then you'll automatically be cool FOREVER. (oooh!)

15.8.10

summer moleskins 2.0

2.0 means volume 2! *insert fun jingle!*

July 2, 2010
Future?
For the record, I've never watched Jersey Shore. Probably why I spelled "Snooki" wrong. But it's NOT MY FAULT SHE CAME UP WHEN I GOOGLED "SNOOKIE," CONSEQUENTLY CAUSING ME TO THINK THAT SNOOKIE WAS HER NAME. So, SHBAM! Blame Google. What does it know, anyhow?
future?
(ballpoint pen)

July 3, 2010
Sassy.
Your cat's cute? Well, mine wears Chanel F/W 2009. HAH.
sassy
(Pencil, Watercool, Oil Pastel, Pen & Ink)

July 3, 2010
Dot.
I think "FML" would be a suitable caption, but I hate when people say that. I'll just leave at... Go life!
dot
(Pen & Ink)

July 5, 2010.
Hands and Laserz.
It'd be SO MUCH FUN if we could shoot lasers from our hands. It'd be like LASER QUEST24/7. (I love Laser Quest SO MUCH that I dress in black and sweat! ... I probably shouldn't have shared that... Um, it was... a joke! Yes. I don't actually wearing black and sweat, pfffffshhhhh.)
hands and laserz

Hope all is well in wherever you are! Hey, there's a good conversation starter! Where are ya? How's summer? Are you well? I HOPE IT'S YES TO THE LATTER.

It's summer. Therefore, we should all be well. Yay!

OH YEAH. P.S. Don't forget to enter my balllin' giveaway.

12.8.10

to overextended stays at starbucks and their free wifi!

OH HEY THERE FRIENDS. Nice of you to stop by!

Hope you've all been having a scrumptious summer. I, for one, have been. So yay for me! Yay me! (Aw yeah, Suite Life of Zack and Cody reference?! ANYONE AWESOME ENOUGH TO WATCH DISNEY?! I'm the only one? YOU'RE ALL PATHETIC. But I still love you, so FRET NOT.)

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Climbing trees proved to be a very, er, unique experience. But it's okay... it's not like STUPID BOYS HIT ME WITH A BALL OR ANYTHING. Like, it's not like they had TERRIBLE AIM OR ANYTHING. Oh no, that CERTAINLY DIDN'T HAPPEN. (In case you didn't catch on, YEAH THAT DID HAPPEN.) It secretly pleasured me that Daisy continuously intercepted their game by attempting to catch their ball. Oh, don't blame me... BLAME KARMA. b1tch3zzz.
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In case it's not blatantly obvious or anything, I like mixing prints. TRY IT AT HOME!
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Necklace. I like it. It looks similar to a bracelet that I may or may not be giving away. OH SNAP YOU CAUGHT ME. I AM giving away a bracelet! Ohhhh, youuu! (read in a flirting, uplift-y banter)(enter giveaway?!) (Putting it in brackets makes me seem "chill" and "nonchalant" and "cool.")
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Close ups of fingers and feet and other icky stuff.
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Oh, and two posts ago, I posted two truths and a lie. Which read as:
1) Lexy finger nails currently have happy faces on them.
2) Lexy's favourite vegetable is peas.
3) Lexy obsesses over Sims 3. It's not healthy.
An overwhelming percentage of y'all (being 100% - YEAH THAT'S RIGHT, I'm talking about ALL OF YOU), thought the lie was 2. And you know what? I thought you knew me. I really did. You all should have known that I happen to LOVE PEAS. You can read it between the lines. NO YOU CAN'T. But hey, now you know! I love peas. And I have happy faces on my nails. And I've never played Sims 3. Ever. NOW YOU KNOW. So if that comes up in your conversation (i.e. "Hey, did you hear that Lexy from Quirky Explosion may like peas?"), you can now continue the conversation seamlessly (i.e. "But of course she does, it's her favourite veggie!) It's okay. I FORGIVE YOU. Now go out there, and make me proud, you conversationalists!
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Dear Peas,
Despite the hating that you may have had to endured on this blog, I still love you oh, so very much. Your roundness mimics my face shape, and therefore I think we can relate to one another. I can also lift you tenderly when I am in a cloud of joy. Or stab your guts out with a fork when I am in a state of anger. And count how many of you I can stab in more fork at a time whilst enduring boring adult dinners and grown up-y things. You were also on an episode of Arthur and he is my hero. You are my hero.
Love,
Lexy

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(Peas Dress - Thrifted $5, Floral Blazer - Thrifted $1, Shoes - Aldo - $5, Necklace - Guatemala, Rings - Peru)

In conclusion, DON'T HATE! Appreciate!

P.S. Unless your a TRU gangstah. And you can be hatin' and pimpin' all over da world. In fact, you SO pimpin' you be checkin' out ma rap video and giveaway.
Peace, dawwwwwwg.