rainbow fish

Just so you know, my parents are pretty kewl. (Yes, cool with a k. And an e. And a w. DATZ RIGHT HOMESLICE.) I mean, my dad spends all his free time doing math puzzles, watching mandarin movies, and/ or attempting to play basketball with university kids approximately a quarter of his age. My mom, on the other hand, enjoys fascinating subjects like childhood obesity statistics, adult ballet classes, and being incredibly anal about tidiness. IF THAT DOESN'T SAY "KEWL," THAN I DON'T KNOW WHAT DOES.

However, perhaps THE kewlest thing about my parentals lie in their birthdays. I.e. THEIR BIRTHDAYS ARE ONE DAY APART! BAM! I know what you're thinking: ZOMG Wayyy kewl. I know. Please, calm down. STOP JUMPING UP AND DOWN AND FREAKING OUT!!! Don't worry, kid. I understand. Not only does that make them the kewlest parental crew, but it's also, well, beneficiary for me. I mean, what's a better pick-up line/ ice-breaker than, "Heyyyy youuu, so, uh, my parents' birthdays are one day apart. (optional winking involved)"?! Yeah. THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! WAY KEWL! Oh, and also the fact that I can give them a combined birthday present doesn't hurt much either. You know. Side note.

Speaking of their present... oh, what do you know? Here it is!



(watercolour & pencil; by me)

I'm not great at rocking portraits and, consequently, I enjoy blasting to the past instead. But you know. Facing fears and things. My parents are the best. Really, I love my family so much and I would be no where without them. Xoxooxox.

Also, on the note of facing fears and things, I have faced my fear... and things... as in BAM! Video! As you may be aware, I suck at making videos. It's okay. I'm not emotionally unstable or wildly insecure about said predicament. It is merely a fact of life. You know, classified with the likes of E=mc2, Lexy sucks at videos, etc. In conclusion, yeah. Hi. Here's a video of me being awkward and, as I note in the video (multiple times), I have just completed an 8.5 hour shift of work and returned home around midnight. While I could have cacooned myself into my sleeping bag and called it a night (as my heartstrings were telling me), I SUCKED it UP and made a video because I CARE about YOU. I'm basically a saint. You're welcome.

i'm wearing clothes and you get to see it! from quirky explosion on Vimeo.

Yeah. Sorry this post was a mish-mash of randomness. I promise that future outfit posts will involve two-dimensional images that do not talk and make awkward blabbing. Yay. We all breathe a sigh of relief.

Have a beautiful day, sugar plumz!
Describe your fam-jam (family) to me! Your current one. And the future one your brain cells envision.

this is currently my most favourite thing in the world wide web

Resurrecting the Kessler - Lacey Roop

I've watched this an abnormal amount of times. It is perfection. I could say more but, really, I think the video says it all. Sosososobeautiful.

(Oh yeah. Real post with actual content and pictures and words and excuses and monsters will occur tomorrow. I pinky promise.)

robots need love too

Here's a shocking fact for you (sarcasm): I've never been a sports person. In fact, I can go as much as saying: I used to hate sports. Yes. Hate. When I was a kid, this hatred stemmed from the idea of "losing." Not me losing, per se. (I wasn't much of a sports kid.) But the other people, the other team. I would watch basketball on television with my dad and cry for the losing team. I felt so bad for them. All the hard work! All the hours! All the dreams! All the hope! For nothing?! I came up with the best solution: coaches and team members on both teams should always have a secret agreement to always just tie. Agree to ensure the scores were even. Agree to ensure that they played at the same pace. Then, nobody would lose! Everybody's a winner!!!! Duhhh! went the lightbulb in my seven-year-old brain.

Today, I wouldn't say that I hate sports. Like art, they are filled with passion and talent and dedication and dreams and all those things are very beautiful. But, still. I'm a total child. Why can't everyone be a winner? Why are we so caught up in winning and losing, anyways?

The video and song below propelled this memory. It's magnificent (and by a Canadian musician! boo yeah, Canadian pride!). I couldn't believe it but, at the end of the song, I had tears in my eyes. Really. I'm a total dweeb.

I don't know why we always fight with hate. Love is so much more beautiful, so much more powerful. Live and love.

I hope you all have a beautiful day.

witnessing awkward back hugs makes me giggle. and feel slightly awkward.

Everybody knows that the first step in overcoming an addiction is admitting you have a problem.

Insert dramatic pause. Nervous shuffles. Maybe even some heavy breathing exercises.

Hello. My name is Lexy, and I am addicted to StyleLikeU. Phew. There. I said it. I’m addicted. I’m not sure when this addiction began. I can’t pinpoint the exact date, the exact moment. But all I can say is: this addiction was STRONG. Right from that moment – whatever “that” moment was – I was completely, totally, and utterly hooked. I watch videos daily. I go through pages and pages and pages. It’s dangerous. Time-consuming. I’m worried. I, Lexy, would like to overcome this addiction.

WAIT. Backtrack. WHAT? “I, Lexy, would like to overcome this addiction.” Dear Lexy, you are wack. This is a marvelous addiction for an even more marvelous site. For any fashion lovers out there, I invite you all to worship the brilliance of StyleLikeU with me. It’s a magnificent hub of videos that celebrates people who celebrate creativity and individuality and style and art and AH IT MAKES ME SO EXCITED.

Seriously. This site is so incredibly inspiring. Whenever I watch some of those videos, I have a moment where I channel my inner tribalness, as I call “I’ve found my people” and pound on my chest like Tarzan/ hyena.

There’s hundreds of videos (as an addict, gosh, I don’t even think I’ve seen them all. I’m getting there, don’t you fret!). But since I’m a good citizen and what not, I’m going to share some of my personal favourites. In no particular order, these are some of the goodies that I keep bookmarked and watch obsessively because I have a life like that. (Note: This is a scheduled post. Finger's crossed that the links work. If not, just click on the names and jazz.)

1. Fay Leshner. I think this was the first video that I stumbled upon. She is such a visionary. She makes me want to create and experiment oodles. It’s incredible.

Fay Leshner for Stylelikeu.com from StyleLikeU on Vimeo.

2. Rachel Tratchenburg. This sounds creepy, but I feel like she’s like a soul sister. (Except for not really as I find that term rather bizarre.) I feel like we’d get along marvelously. And I’d steal her swell collection of colourful dresses, eeek.

Rachel Trachtenburg for Stylelikeu.com from StyleLikeU on Vimeo.

3. Rinat Welsing. AH THIS GUY HAS AMAZING ENERGY. We are like the same person, only he is a boy and much cooler than me. I literally squealed at his voodoo doll keychain look alike - I do the same. We are the same.

Rinat Welsing from Stylelikeu.com from StyleLikeU on Vimeo.

4. Natalie Gibson. There’s nothing more I want right now than to BECOME this woman when I am older. She is so dreamy. That sounds like I’m describing the chizzled male actor posters in teenie magazines. But I think that’s the word. Dreamy, whimsical… It’s amazing.

Natalie Gibson from StyleLikeU on Vimeo.

So there you have it! I have a billion other favourite videos that I’ll undoubtedly indulge in soon and potentially post. Whenever I watch these videos, I instantly flash-forward my life to me stomping the streets in New York City in layers of fantastical clothing and indulging in creative goodies everyday with people who are doing the same. I get so much comfort from these videos, that it’s bordering ridicule. Bordering.

1. If you’re a StyleLikeU fan, who are YOUR favourite muses? Send links!
2. What’s your favourite website?

ooh la la

Eeek. Sorry I haven't posted in a few days. This is problematic. Not only for you guys (hullohhh, how do you go days without seeing my beautiful face? my melodic writing? pshhh...), but also for me. I have a billion things I've been meaning to post but OH SHEESH I HAVEN'T. Consequently, I have an accumulation of drafts eating at my computer screen and seeping into my brain and it will come and HAUNT YOU IN YOUR SLEEP. Mwahaha. (Sorry. This is symbolic of how I should get to sleep. I've been staring at the pixels on this screen for far too long.)

ANYWAYS. Apologies. I've been busy revamping my entire blog! Like it?! Just kidding. I know that there are hardly any changes. There are many things that could be put to blame for the changes - or lack thereof- but, ultimately, they point to the fact that I can't deal with technology for my life. Screw the tech era. I WANT TO DRAW MY BLOG LAYOUT AND MAKE IT POOF INTO REAL (tech) LIFE. Awshuckz.

So instead of revamping my entire blog (pft, makeover are, like, sewww overrated) (this is code for: HELP ME FOLKS!!!), I decided to revamp my header! Yay! Because I can deal with cutting and pasting and gluing and taking a picture of it and then posting it! And not only a picture of it, but also a video of it! As in, OH. Cool! A video of me making the header! How fun! (slight sarcasm, shh.) Enjoy! (P.S. Remember when I said I suck at technology? Hahhaah. The angle is awkward. And part of it is cut off. But it's the thought process that counts. Right...?)

oh HEY, new header! from quirky explosion on Vimeo.

I know what you're all thinking: "Lexy [your blog is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and oh, gosh, why would you want to revamp it?]" Well, to answer your question... I thought it'd be fun because QUIRKY EXPLOSION'S 2 year bloggerversary just passed! Eeek! We're growing old! See those wrinkles?! See them?! Of course you don't! It's a computer screen! It's flat! Oh, gosh. I almost tricked you there! I'm a kidder! (Seriously. Bed time. I should not even publish this post.)

All kidding aside (how awkward-teacher-speech-transition is that?), YOU GUYS ARE ALL THE BEST. Seriously. I'm trying to find the least generic way to tell you all that I started this blog with little expectations and I can't believe it's gotten this far... Hey, how was that? Hah.

I started blogging as an awkward, fashion-loving 15-year-old and now... well, now I'm just an awkward, fashion-loving, 17-year-old. But with 520+ of my CLOSEST FRIENDS JOINING THE RIDE. (seriously? where did you all come from? why are you all so awesome?) My blog has become my little love child. Which sounds a little silly, but I'd say it's true. I don't even want to calculate the number of hours I spend on this little thing each week. But hey, that's what you do for your [virtual] love children! ...Right?

I feel like QUIRKY EXPLOSION really has been instrumental in the growing up process. Blogging has undoubtedly helped me find and cherish and enjoy my wack-a-doodle style. In real life, I'm constantly inundated with raised eyebrows, eye rolls, and whispers. In virtual land, I'm fed enthusiastic compliments. Consequently, virtual world pplz .> real life pplz. i.e. I love you guys.

Blogging has pushed me to be more crazy with what I wear and, consequently, how I act, what choices I make, etc. It's given me an avenue to express myself. To write my thoughts (even though they can be really incoherent/ jumbled. exhibition RIGHT NOW). To share my creative doings. To prance in my kooky clothes. I'm the kind of girl that will spend an hour getting ready... just to walk the dog. Because it's FUN! And it's nice to meet other people who don't think it's that ludicrous!

It's also oodles of embarrassment FUN to go through old blog posts. Yes, they're cringe-worthy. Yes, it's there for the whole WORLD to see. But hey, it's life! We evolve, we grow, we change. And I think that I can, personally, look through my blog as a testament to all the growth that I've endured these past few years!

Blogging has been an awesome ride. And I certainly couldn't have done it WITH OUT YOU ALL. YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST. (Awwwww!) Seriously. You know how celebrities are like, "My fans are the best out there"? But they always say it with a fake smile and forced publicity? I am completely, totally, utterly genuine when I say that YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST. I want personally crawl through my computer and hug all of you in real life and then take pictures and then blog about it. But. You know. Technology can be a bit restrictive, so can we please just have a \virtual hug\.

Thank you for scrolling through pictures. Thank you for actually reading what I write (maybe? do people actually read what I write? Anyone? ANYONE?) Thank you silent lurkers. Thank you COMMENTERS! I'm a total dork with comments. You'd think that you'd get used to comments after two years. Nope! I still have a huge grin and the desire to smooch all your cheeks after reading your comments. THANK YOU. Mwahhhh! *pull out the tissue, emotional sobs, etc* Anyways. I think I'm reaching Oscar-speech territory. This is a dangerous territory. So I'll just STOP.

(I intended to end the post there. You know SUDDENLY to emphasize the STOP. But I figured I could just tell you about my initial plans and then proceed to say: You all rock. Don't ever change.)

And to end this gushing post, here's some generic blogging questions that I've always been curious about:
1. How long do you spend on your blog each day/ week?
2. Favourite and least favourite thing about blogging?

P.S. If you're good at technology/ know how to resize the picture gadget in the sidebar then PLEASE DON'T BE SHY. Let me know! Legitimately! Message boards are not my friend. But you are!

P.P.S I'm a fail at social networking. That being said, HAI JOIN ME ON FACEBOOK! For exclusive videos and secret giveaways and gossip sessions and hot boyzzz! And, and, and! Okay. Possibly none of that. POSSIBLY ALL OF THAT. All I really know? It will be a good time (GT, if you will). So I'd really LIKE you if you could LIKE that page. Hah.

tonight was my last athletic banquet. ever. why do i go every year? the opposite of "lexy" is "athletic." ooh, AWKZ.

My mum is black's number one fan. Yes, black. This isn't code for some sort of rodent or sporty figure or ninja or anything. Simply black. The colour. BLACK. You know how they say it's best to lead by example? To inspire others through actions? Her utmost support of black - i.e. SHE WEARS IT ALL THE TIME - is exemplary of these notions. Whattta leader!

The point of this pointless story is to place you in my shoes. Picture this: Mum always wears black. Mum buys awesome bag. Bag has COLOUR. Lexy is shocked. Lexy wants to steal bag. Lexy uses bag (and therefore plans to steal the bag, duhhh). COOL BEANS. Basically, I just wanted to brag about this awesome bag that is practically my own. I enjoy it's shape and circular pattern. YUPPERZ.

ALSO WOAH DUDE CHECK OUT THE CLASP? (okay, admittedly, the clasp isn't on properly. the clasp on the zipper is supposed to attach to the clasp on the bag, so it acts as a kind of "lock" and all that fancy jazz but, oh gosh, sheesh, i forgot to clasp it. um, I MEAN, i wanted to stimulate your minds and provide you with intellectual inquiries. like a puzzle. figure it out. BAM.)

(Bag - Mum's (aka soon-to-be-mine-as-I-will-steal-it)/ Vintage)

Anything else? Um, not really. Actually, quite a bit. Like PROM tomorrow. I'm actually really giddy and excited. My dress is possibly the most ridiculous thing I've worn up to date. Seriously. I erupt into a fit of giggles every time I wear it. I'm excited. It's wack that 24 hours from now, it'll all be done. I hope I have oodles of fun. OH WHO AM I KIDDING. I will be spinning the entire night away, so of course it'll be fun. Even if I'm a lone spinner on the dance floor. *Oh, giggle giggle, as I'm sharing an inside joke with, er, myself....*

But enough about me. It's more about YOU. Why? Because it's the much-anticipated vlog, OF COURSE! (Gosh, I know you were just kidding with me! You've been counting down the days!) (Kidding, but this is to stimulate some sort of "ooh la laaa" and "let's watch this oooh" et cetera et cetera.)

Apologies for 1) extreme awkwardness and 2) potentially wasting your precious time.

Untitled from quirky explosion on Vimeo.

so friends. see you on the flipside.
Response to the content of the video?
(If you saw that video than consider yourself a part of the ELITE group.) (i.e. me and my dog - the two only human beings creatures that witnessed such glory awkward embarrassment.)

zzz

My eyes are feeling very droopy as I type this. Like I'm an old woman, but instead of saggy boobies, I have saggy eyes. Pleasant picture painted in your head? You're welcome. (Disclaimer: I actually love old people.) So yeah. I think I'm going to take a nap before I start rambling on the youth of today and politics and being an old geezer and what not.

This is what I wore to Valentine's Day. That detail is insignificant as my Valentineseyness is lacking. Psh. Go love! Woot, woot *insert cheesy piknik-esque photo with black and white editing and maybe a picture of the biebz xxx*





(Blazer - Value Village $7, Shirt - Value Village $3, Shorts - Thrifted $5, Tights - H&M $5, Shoes - Value Village $7, Necklace - DIY)

Oh, and here's an interesting video just for kicks. I've been thinking about the education system and learning and so forth for awhile. I don't know. Sometimes I think that we're doing it all wrong.


Opening night was tonight! Solid. This has been the busiest week, ever. I'm going to hibernate this weekend. Slash RIGHT THIS SECOND. Bear-y exciting. (GET IT BEAR BECAUSE BEARS HIBERNATE YA THEY DO HAH I AM WITTY HAH I AM GOING TO SLEEP NOW)

What do you think of the education system? What's it like in your country? (I always forget that I have an amazing hub of international readers... Wheddup, worldwide party time?!)

growing up is not so tough, except when i've had enough! i'm calliou...

You've all probably realized that there are topics that seem to thread through all my posts, such as narcissism, the weather, and being a high school senior.

Well, things are not going to change. Insert evil chuckle here.

Being a high school senior, or a high school student in general, is bizarre. On one hand, everything that I do seems "so important," as if every step I take, every interaction I have, every move I make will determine my entire future. There's a lot of stress in this little bubble we're in. And, in this bubble, there's a lot of bullshit.

Sometimes I have moments where people are talking about parties or boys or something. And I feel outcast-ish because I don't care. At all. And sometimes I wish that I did care because I could join in their peels of laughter and conversations.

Don't get me wrong, I do love the people and the experiences I have and I'm thankful for all my friendships and moments of extreme laughter, but now that I'm reaching my final year, everything seems so mundane and insignificant and I just keep on feeling like there is so much more out there. And I can't wait. It's probably the scariest and most surreal feeling: knowing that, in a year or two, I will be alone, by myself, away (or so I hope. Unless I flunk out of high school, which would be fairly unfortunate and result in a rapid change of plans involving fast food chains). I want to cry tears of joy and fear and happiness while frolicking on a cloud of marshmallows and picking berries somewhere over the rainbow. With unicorns and dolphins.

Anyways, it's most important to keep perspective. The world is fucking beautiful. Sometimes I just need a reminder...





What's the last thing that made you smile?!
I'm turning into a life coach, but I'll just blame it on nostalgia and excitement. Hopefully the beauty of the videos will serve as a nice contrast to the posts that are to sandwich it (i.e. Halloween post up next, yo!)

where rainbows melt like lemon drops

At last, it's time to bid farewell to summer! That sounded slightly dramatic/ Shakespearean. Also slightly optimistic. So not what I was going for. Like, sooo not. Like, that's sooo not cool. (Like, I sound like I'm quoting something. But I'm not. Hey, original material! Even better!) Let me try again: SUMMER'S OVA THIS TOEDALLY SUXXX. Ah hah! Blunt with the touch of teenage charm...

This outfit was oodles of fun to wear, as I felt like a walking rainbow. And, in case you didn't know, that is the best kind of rainbow. Static rainbows are so 2007. Pfft, and you call yourself trendy? When pigs fly! When cows swim! When Lexy's a loser! Ha-ha! (The last one's the odd one out? DON'T SAY THAT.)


Here's the sibling! You already know that! This is actually one of my favourite outfits of hers. I feel like I could attach awkward magazine phrases to it, such as "modern vintage!" and "casual girlie" - but that's, you know, awkward. So pretend that didn't happen. Here's the sibling!



I'm feeling uninspired today. I think it's due to that lingering cloud of school. (That last sentence also doubles as a non-funny inside joke with myself. It's cloudy outside! Now you're in on the joke! Can someone PLEASE comment "oh clouds! LOL" followed by "inside joke! You wouldn't get it, people that don't actually read what Lexy writes! Hahahh." This will cause insane jealousy from the outsiders.)



See the sorrow in Daisy's eyes? It's the end of summer speaking. I'm telling ya, it gets everyone!


(On Me: Shirt - Salvation Army $3, Shorts - Salvation Army - $2, Bag - Value Village, Balloon Bib - Homemade, Shoes - Keds)
(On Sibling: Dress - Urban Outfitters, Jacket - Zara)

As I've alluded towards, the weather's taken one for the worst. (Okay, wow. I'm obviously, like, prepping myself for Drama Class.) (And I'm not even in drama!) Which is okay, I guess. Bad weather has actually resulted in a few projects that occurred on the whim due to not experiencing the great outdoors. Such as the little video below! This was actually supposed to be a tester, but I *improvised* and made it the real thing.
(See the utilization of *improvise*? I should be a Drama Star, I tell ya!) (You know? Because you IMPROVISE in drama?)

Nothing exciting occurs. HOWEVER, it's only ten seconds long. So if you watch it and hate it, I won't feel even a little bit guilty because what can you do in ten seconds? Nothing but WATCH THAT.

Song snidbit - HeyHiHello! - Don't Quit! Not Quite!

School starts in two days, which means days filled with inspiration, ideas, and lots more posts! Oh wait, I got myself confused with SUMMER. (see what I did there? An attempt at a humorous approach as a distraction from my bitterness?) What I said about school? It really will happen. On opposite day! (Who used to have opposite days? Not me! Kidding! I was exemplifying how opposite day works...)

Hope you're all soaking up your last days of sunshine and freedom!* Tell me funny first day stories!

*Yeah, I need to join drama. I'm a natural dramatic! Move over, Meryl!

GIVEAWAY. and rap.

WARNING: This post is going to MOTHERBEEPING RULEZ.

Oh, did I sound pretentious there? Well, FINE. I'll give you my SUPPORTING ANSWERS to above statement. This post includes:
1) A rap.
2) A giveaway.

Um, need I repeat myself? No. But I will. This post is going to MOTHERBEEPING RULEZ. Let's commence.

1) In this RAP, LHizzle raps about a coming giveaway. It's pretty awes- er, I mean, it's MAD DOPE.

RAP. yo. from quirky explosion on Vimeo.

2) The Giveaway. It's also mad dope. Fly. Ballin', if you will. Whatever adjectives you choose to attach to said giveaway, it really is, in plain gangstah terms, PIMPIN'.

But really.

This beaded bracelet is all the way from Guatemala. And it's quite something. Now I know that this isn't the "investment piece" or the "goes with everything" bracelet, but I have HIGH HOPES for it. It's an explosion of beading and colours and it's perfect to make an outfit POP. And really, that's what fashion is all about! The POP. Anyone can rock it - whether your style is more eclectic and crazy (pair it with some of those fun colours of yours!), or simple and classic (let it make a statement!) - it'll be a great addition to any existing wardrobe.

You know how magazines and fashion-y people and the likes talk about statement pieces? WELL THIS IS IT. And YOU yes, YOU, could win it!


Definitely something that I would wear. (Yes, that's supposed to be enticing. (Actually, I'm not going to lie - I bought a very similar one for myself. Because it's THAT awesome.))


TO ENTER:
1. You must be a follower of this blog.
2. Leave a comment with your email and gangstah name.
3. Extra entries:
- (+1) Follow me on Twitter
- (+2) Tweet about this blog or giveaway
- (+5) Blog about this blog or giveaway by posting my highly professional rap on your blog [Click "Embed" on the video, and copy the link]
- (+10) Make YOUR own rap about this blog or giveaway. Post it on your blog. I will rig the giveaway if you do this. No, I won't. But I will love you eternally. Almost to a point of your danger... Do it at your own risk. (BUT REALLY DO IT! It would change my life. Ish.)

The Giveaway is open to EVERYONE (Hollaaa, International Readers!) and will end on August 22, 2010. Good luck!

Latahz, Homeskilletz.

saw a boy with the bieber haircut to a tee. hair flip and all. i was embarassed for him... (oh yeah, VLOG.)

It was at debate as to how to commence this post. Should I be all "oooh" and allude to the mystery to come? (Ooh, alluring... What could it be? What is it? Ohhh, Lexy, she's SO mysterious and alluring and spy kids-y...) Or should I go with the, "HEY Y'ALLLZ IT'S MA VLOG" approach? I guess starting with this mini debate gave it all away, so I'm just going to go with the latter...

HEY Y'ALLLZ IT'S MA VLOG. Finally! I know! Are you excited! That should have been a question mark! Oh well! We're just TOO stoked! Yay! Yay!

Now, before we get started, here are a few things to note:
1) MY VOICE SOUNDS RASPY ("man like" would be the negative connotation) but here's why: I went to Wonderland yesterday and went on Behemoth three times... so hah! (FINE BUSTED, I FILMED THIS A WEEK AGO. My video/ radio voice is, for real, one of which I despise. It's very tween-boy-voice-cracking. I will never fulfill my dream of being Ryan Seacrest... Maaan.)
2) I sound like a fool and it's 13 minutes and I'm not going to force you all to watch it with a good sales line (Do you love Lexy?! Do you love this blog?! Then you'll LOVE this vlog! *Insert chime to accentuate the rhyme of blog and vlog*). But, at last, I know it's not the MOST exciting thing ever and I encourage you all to not feel pressured to watch it! Mkaaay.
3) Didn't answer ALL questions (sorry! *kisses*), but that is as I most likely answered them here or here and that would be why! If not, then ask again, and I will happily respond. Although, probably fortunately for you, not via video. Woot!

Uh, so I guess, uh, enjoy and, uh. *cringe, this is going to be bad.*

vlog attack from quirky explosion on Vimeo.

Phew! Done?! Okay. Instead of sounding insecure, I will confidently say: HEY GUYS! I'm SO funny! I'm hilarious! I think I'm hilarious! Wow! The best vlog you've ever seen?! Oh you're unfollowing me?! Ha-ha. Ohhh, you. Why would you do that?! You love me! I'm funny! I'm awesome! Right! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha! Ohhh, look at us! All joyous and funny and happy and foolish and silly and slumber partying together! Ha-ha-ha! GTs all around! (Good times!)

*awkward pause.*

Um, anyways. HEY IF YOU HAVE A VLOG, SEND ME THE LINK! (This is a tad weird, but I actually really enjoy watching vlogs whilst doing pointless things.**)

**Example of pointless things. From early 2010. Summer goal: fill in one of these pages each day I'm home. Which I will be doing as soon as this post is completed. For real! (Oh, and isn't it convenient how I randomly chose the pages with writing + reflected photobooth = :/?)


^^Well, this is awkward...


^^OH NO. My buttox appears to be on FIRE!

Anyways, I believe this post accurately depicts the accumulation of many pointless aspects of my life that I so happen to enjoy.

And, before I forget and be all rude and such, I just wanted to THANK YOU ALL. Why? You may inquire. Well, to be quite frank and creepy, I love you all. Thank you for enduring my blog for a year - or a few months, or a week, or a day - I honestly appreciate all your thoughts. So thanks for continuously stopping by and making me feel special. :)

I'm definitely the kind of person that gets all dressed up - warning: cliche up ahead - with no place to go... or stays up late to sketch some pointless doodles in my sketch book (see above)... or spends days sewing crafty outfits ... or thrifts at smelly old lady stores... or religiously checks out clothes i'll never be able to afford ... or engrosses myself in this silly little thing we call "fashion"... and it's really exciting to think "Okay, well, sure that may seem a little pointless, but hey, it's what I LOVE and I have a place to share it!" I really look forward to posting all my thoughts and rambles and outfits and creations and I love hearing from you all. It's not that I'm exceptionally unique or different from the people in my life (you go gurl! wear that Hollister! ...ew. okay, well maybe not..), but it's that I have interests that not everyone shares and it's nice to have an arena to share it. I've found my people! (you! That's YOU!)

So, in conclusion, *virtual hugs* to you all and I hope you continue to stop by and make my days awesome!

BBFFLZ YO.
(best blogging friends for lifeZ.)

OH LA LA! C'EST NOUVELLE/ NOUVEAU (?)

NEW STUFF. Insert applause. (How unprofessional does "stuff" sound? I mean, new, ahem, graphical pixelation and er, yeah, whatever.)

Despite my lack of terminology, I'm pretty content with myself. Contrary to my very apparent intelligence in the field of computers (I know, "graphical pixelation" gave it ALL AWAY), I'm actually NOT as intellectually intelligent in this area as you may be led to believe.

And, er. Enough with trying to sound smart. It's SUMMER. (HAH, yes, an explanation as to why my intelligence may be lacking!) Er, ANWYAYS. New layout! Yippee! I've kind of realized that I've literally had the SAME LAYOUT since the very start of this blog (ONE YEAR AGO), so I thought I'd switch it up. Though, I'm not sure if I like this new one better than the old one. So I kind of kept the html stored, just in case I wanted to revise it. (Do I sound like a hoarder or WHAT?!)

BUT ON A NORMAL-ER NOTE. I've had this blog for a year! Woohoo! Pop the champagne? Get high on life? Party all night? Maybe just find old childhood party pictures with cone hats that no one wears any more? YES.

^ My sister's the face that you can see in the picture. On top of being incredibly intelligent, I am/was also very modest. I knew my beauty would shame all others and, consequently, I hid my face. To, you know, shield you from my beauty. Duh? Definitely wasn't a narcissist. (Coming from the girl that takes dozens pictures of herself and posts it on the internet to bathe in complements.)

WILL DO A VLOG. Maybe two, because I feel like, for the sake of attention spans, it would be best. But, in the mean time, I made a TIME LAPSE video for the header! I'm UNIMPRESSED with the video quality. I give that a thumbs down. But you get the gist through the blurs? (Grr.) But, yay, I figured out TIME LAPSE. So enjoy my technological skills!

time lapse - header. from quirky explosion on Vimeo.

Song: Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap

It was actually really fun to make this video. If I can figure out how to get good quality videos (suggestions?) than I might make more.

So yeah. And that is all. Thanks for enduring all this blah from me. Will talk (TALK? Vlog? Ha-ha?) to you all soon!

:)

P.S. Wow. This is an extremly selfish post. But, in my defense, I didn't do anything for my birthday... Yeah, that's... relevant...

french cats miaouuuuu. not meow.

I love the sunshine. I'm drowning in exam studying. I'll keep you all cheery. I love the sunshine...

I'm weird with new clothes. Sometimes I wear things right away (example: shirt, bought it the day before), others, I somehow completely forget about (example: blazer, bought it, um, during Christmas break). First time wearing both. I love them both dearly, though.


The blazer fights like a charm. And, BONUS, if I button it up with the blouse I look like a flight attendant! And it even came with a matching pencil skirt! If I'm ever a flight attendant for, you know, Halloween... I'm all ready! WOWZAH!


The awkward "let's try to position ourselves so you can see the accessories, but in a nonchalant way, so people are like "oooh aren't those fab because I can actually see them? Nonchalantly of course"" picture... Um. Yeah. So enjoy the accessories. Not so much the awkward pose. I'm obsessed with this bag and piles of bangles.


And we're over being nonchalant! Worship my mini hat! Worship it, people! (Fun fact: my sister despises it.)


And worship my bow ties! My double bow ties! I'm the bow tie queen! I'm the bow tie gurl! Because I was "Girl With the Bow Tie." (Lolz. Do you remember that?! It still says so on my header. To do: Make a new header.)


Oh. And enjoy this video. It's two seconds long. Literally. We're lame. But YOU KNOW WHAT?! HUH?! YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT HATERZ?! My mommy says I'm super duper special :). So HAH!

don't get too excited for our dorkdom.

Hi. It's lamer than I remembered. AND MOVING ON.

Have a good week!

(Fun fact: It's not even sunny anymore. It's RAINING. Not so much a "fun" fact. Rather, I will entitle it a SUCKY fact. Ha-ha? Anyways.)

this is the start of something new

(*cringe* sorry, I couldn't think of a better title. But, you know, some good ole' fashion High School Musical doesn't hurt.. ahem..)

Anyways, if you are here, that means you are at quirkyexplosion.blogspot.com. Oh la la! Yes, I changed my site name. I've wanted to for a while, so I was like "stop dreaming and do it, girl" (except, you know, not.) I think it suits my blog better. Anyways, you can read more about that mumbo-jumbo-fun-stuff right about here!

(Dress - Thrifted $7, Denim Shirt - Dress up Box, Shoes - Keds, Socks - H&M)
My mum told me not to "dress up for summer" (apparently sun does not = warmth). Guess what? I'm such a rebel and did anyways. I know, I know. Please hold your gasps. I didn't listen to Mummmyyy! Nananabooboo. Oh, wait. Let's be mature here..



Purchased this awesomely childish bag at Value Village, which I centered my outfit around. I feel as though a child designed this. Which I love.

(Bag - Value Village $10)

I'm particularly excited for Monday because it is the Value Village 50% off sale. And I have no school that day! I'm pretty much prepared to fight the old ladies for the dressing rooms. Warning: If you are elderly and plan on going to such a historical event, be prepared to face the wrath of my ex-wrestling skills. Just saying.

I try to pretend I can take photos. Now I'm pretending I can edit videos. Enjoyish? :)

new name from lexy ht on Vimeo.

(Song: 32 Ways to Make You Smile - Backseat Goodbye)

If you guys could update your links to my new name (but same blog!), I would appreciate it so much that I would jump through the computer screen, have your pictures come to life and hug you. Obviously this is not possible, but just to put it in perspective. But honestly, comment if you do and I will virtually hug you or something equally gratifying.

Thanks a bunch! Also, I can't believe the number of comments I've gotten. Thank you so much, I will visit your blogs very soon!