Petite Anglaise

Falling gracefully

30 December 2008 (US)

Usest to be an inside joke that materialized after I fell trying to strut my overzealous behind around some jock..sneakerhead...artist..musicians..train wrecks..all of the above. Gladly like my assets..those days are behind me. Which leads me to wax nostalgic about this year. Other then being a hot ghetto mess...events and circumstances that is..not myself..this year has proven to be full of surporises. God had a field day with me and for some reason I feel like he's just begone. I am as they say..a good girl gone bad..(sorry KK) but I think I'm going to have to get back on the straight and narrow. Of course being the cities little fire cracker has it's up..NOTORIETY and downs..FACKERY..I have committed the up coming year to making Petite proud. Original right? After everything I'm still focused on myself, a bit selfish...but the bigger picture is  making myself the type of person  I isn't a wight to society. Someone who can own up their mistakes, while letting them go. Someone who honestly..HONESTLY let's go of grudges. Someone who smiles, and actually means it. Idly, someone that doesn't take life for granted. Sadly even with all my loses this year I've grown even more defensive, I won't even shed a tear around the parents. SHOCKING, and who knows..perhaps I'll even let up on the exes...mmmhh maybe not all of them...oh you know a whole 360 takes time..now let's just dust of our shoulders and

...pop champagne.

PLAY: Bjork "It's Oh so Quiet"

In a Perfect World

27 December 2008 (US)

Being the idealist that I am, and an "art" student in some circles. I tend to fantasize about my wardrobe and even my atmosphere. This little segment delves deeper into the materialistic and dare I say vain workings of my brain. Let's not act so shocked at what we find.

 

So in a perfect world my hair would look like this each and everyday..no awkward growing in phase or sticking hair glue for the matter. Just a clean break in the morning and a simply treatment at night.  Must be nice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I would wear this to bed, and perhaps to a social gathering....everyone once in a while

   

and my arm candy would be as simple as this..no bells..just whistles

we would obviously have a talk about the jellies, but if he was faithful honest and true, I may one day come to accept them...

I lie

but of course I'm learning how to be grateful with what I have and all the other boring stuff..but you know..IF I had the chance..I'm just saying

Violin...please

26 December 2008 (US)

I know you don't feel bad for me..I really don't expect you to. I mean I'm sleeping in a town that was just voted the best place to live in by Money Magazine I'm classically trained, can get into any nightclub in London, and know that is this "school thing" fails I can run home to daddy. Sadly all this means absolutely nothing. It's nice..it was nice for a while..specifically when I saw all my school mates pissing their lives away at...beer pong??Tragically I don't want to "go away" and come back to the same inces town that I really couldn't fit into to begin with. Even on breaks I tend to lock myself in...refusing to speak to anyone in my 2006 year book. I seemingly sad fate for the homecoming queen turned teachers terror. I'm utterly unamused with everything..my parents have always questioned my choice of friends. I would always surround myself with people who had it a little harder then myself. Often time emulating their every move, watching their struggle in a world that was unfair for no good reason. Even being a part of an industry that glorifies high-living I find myself becoming cheaper by the day.I take English baths, buy items in bulk, and refuse to over indulge..movies..no thank you. Yet what do I see here, my generation attempting to live this over-exposed celebrity like lifestyle that every Hummer driver I know would laugh at. Certain individuals who know every designer label, but not a inkling of back ground information. So at the end of the day what's really gained. Either way I feel a loss..because while there are those attempting to live my life..I've attempting to live theirs. I would just like to see more people brace themselves...put in work. Ask me what makes me the happiest..even for the fewest moments and I would say time. Most importantly time spent with those I honestly favor. I keep those I truly value close and my ambitions hidden. Those are the few of my "possessions" that I find worthy to keep around, and actually try and take care of. This is probably a pointless post, but I just want others to understand that sometimes..scratch that...actually most of the time...while your looking in...I'm looking out.

              

       

Not so happy

25 December 2008 (US)

Holidays..I 'm counting down the days until I return to the city that started it all. I'm over being the domestic queen. Where's the parties..where's the cab's..where's the boutiques. Lunching is no longer cutting it..keggers are surprisingly dry, and I hate having to wheel myself around..like a commoner. Plus who plows there own snow. The city life is officially in my blood stream and any other life is draining me. I feel like I wake up with a bullhorn..aka birthmother, and go to sleep dreaming of escaping..it's high school all over again. At this point I'm pleading for my own place. I sound ungrateful and I admit I'm acting like a snob, but honestly that's the least of my worries. Hopefully I don't get "escorted" out of my home by the men in blue, but with the way things have been going lately I wouldn't be at all surprised if that was my final outcome.

             

7.5

23 December 2008 (US)

So in yesterday's post..which you should have memorized by now. I referenced myself as a 7.5 out of a scale of 1-10. Let's be realistic..all cutish girls fall around the 5-8 mark..8 girls are like..uhmm..not to sound all weird but like an Olsen twin..if your into that sorta "look"..which I am by the way. A  certified banger..aka a 10 is like Adrianna Lima..whom I do not find as attractive as an Olsen..okay this just got creepy. but in all honesty when and where will people like us actually ever be close to a 10. I mean were all lucky enough to see 4.5 at the very least. Oh and this goes for both sexes..and just to clarify I'm strictly dic...well I'm sure you get it. I think rating people is primitive,  but sadly no one's evolved from this little game so I push forward. The reason I rate myself a 7.5 is not by standered looks alone. I like to think of myself as a well-rounded package..literally. I have baby birthing hips courtesy of my birthmother, am well traveled and speak more then 3 languages..does Ebonics count?...and I'm sorta kinda no lazy, unless you count skipping classes and refusing to work. See I am a 7.5 plus I can carry a conversation without having to "excuse" myself to the ladies room like 20 million times just to check on my lip gloss. Anyhow, I have yet to meet a 10 myself. I've meet a plethora of 8's and even 9's...but only because I was being generous with my numbers, which leads me to my next inquiry. Why do pretty girls do ugly things? A true question for the ages.

                                            

HOT TO TROT

22 December 2008 (US)

So I haven't spoken about anything relevenet to style in ages..noticed I opted out of using fashion..hint hint. So to help my biddies aka yall not look a hot ghetto mess while your gringing on that dance floor or pucking in some shady public bathroom for your New Years festivities. I myself will be in temple with my grandmother..but I digress. Here is another HOT TO TROT guide..trust me you''ll be surprised as to what I deem acceptable..AREN'T YOU ALWAYS

HEAD TO SHOULDERS

Let's start of with what not to wear..players, pimps, and Alfies all over the world all ready know how to play the game so the balls always in their court. Take note.

     

so uhm...with the first picture.if your a hipster/skater/punk- rock offeicnenado..we don't have to showcase that to every lady in the club. Instead pick one look..yes JUST ONE, and rock it as tight as your skinny  jeans..which are still in by the way...oh in my opinion let's not go with the stripes etched on your head..this isn't a boy band competition. On to la braids...an easy NO will do, let's go with a low fade instead, and easy on the soul-glo my brother. I for one am not exhanging numbers with an ex-convict, or rapper..or basketballer player..or whatever your trying to be with those zig zags. However I will take contestant number 3 in every shade and size, and so will most of the catergorry 7-10 *female race.

* 7-10 relays on a number scale from 1-10..one obviously being the highest. I myself am a 7.5.

 

SHOULDERS TO KNEES

Because I'm the oldest women alive and treat everyone like I birthed them myself, heree is something every mother stresses during the brisk monnths. I'm all into men dressing like men so don't take anything feminine out of these products. It's strictly well produced mens accesories with style. Nothing more..nothing less.

 

          

so these are your only acceptable options..I don't want to see any page boy hats "finihsin of your look", and don't try anything fancy-like, putting a broach on one of these pieces in not only overkill, but that girl you've been stalking all night will be giving you the girlfriend status rather then the jump-off one. Mil

P.S you know the drill ( click on the images to elaborate)

 

SHOULDER TO KNEES cont'd

okay the next looks are remnicient of an indiviual whose been there done that. So if you want to look like stiff willy whose waited all year for this one night..I suggest something a little more understated, and a defnite panty dropper.

 

everything about these looks have me fiending for something my father said would break my heart. Mission accomplished.

P.S you know the drill ( click on the images to elaborate)

 

                                                   KNESS TO TOES

Fellahs...do not do not wear sneakers. no matter what, I will tell my girls to not even look your way. Why would you wear kicks all year and not give yourself an alternative. Surprise me this New Year with something....different. I mean it is the year of the gentlmen right..thanks Ne-yo.

    

 

That's it folks.....

 

Disaster

20 December 2008 (US)

Barely able to wake up this morning due to the fact that the whole Jones New York Fall 2008 collection was sprawled on across my room. Since moving to college my parents have redone the whole house moving most of my items out of my closet and shoving in wears from Lord and Taylor. I didn't mind the part where she wanted  to be styled, which meant unstoring boxes upon boxes of shoes I plan on swiping later. I didn't even mind having to cater to her every whim, zippering and unzipping, color coding, and the usual flashing when a bra didn't fit just right. But I nearly lost in when she made the somewhat high-siddity statement when she mentioned how with all her designer options, she still didn't' have a stitch to wear. I just stared at her, and then I stared at the luggage which housed my clothes which all together cost a day trip to the movies. I mean we obviously don't have th same income, but you think she would at least lend me a fur coat in this weather. Sadly this whole cycle leads me to "borrowing" items that we later deem "lost". I would feel bad but having to label your clothes vintage because it's nearly impossible to acquire anything new is not only sad...but utterly embarrassing. I may grow a backbone and ask for shopping allowance, which may be the deterrent from doing the alternative and covering myself up with something a little more permanent.

                     

FREE..at last

19 December 2008 (US)

I am back in the land of the white girl and the first thing I did was head straight to the gym. You don't think I would head to any keggers with my Philly weight would you. Of course I bumped into an old class mate whom instantly informed me of a party that was going on this very night, I gracefully opted out being that I have a month with these fools and I would like to keep any extensive interactions with them to a bear minimum. There's only a few characters I can still mingle with when I come back to the suburbs, and little Ms. Anorexic was not one of them. Surprisingly after almost 12 hours of being home I have yet to get in a fight with anyone..we'll I haven't threatened to leave and no one's kicked me out so all is well..for now. I did happen to have a painful ride back with father..all this mumbo jumbo about getting my Masters which really has nothing to do with my major. I mean if my uncle..whose a Professor is even frowning upon any more education..it's pretty safe to say I'm done. Yet it's every immigrant parents dream to produce PhD wheeling robots... I kid. Anyway I pretended to agree with everything..hey the man woke up at 5am to drive two hours in suicidal weather to rescue me from the city that never reads... I kid again, but honestly I'm relived to have a few weeks to myself. Well my self and the 40 other individuals inhabiting my home.

                       

Just Wait

17 December 2008 (US)

School has been kicking my butt. Tomorrow is my last class and I'm ready to chuck the deuces and call it quits for a few weeks. Break is going to be bittersweet, not being able to just be in the city constantly will be quiet weird, but the break is long over due. Right now I'm sitting in a class attempting not to walk out while others are presenting. My professor is giving me the wonk eye because I've been on my phone since I've strolled into the room 30 minutes late, but our little "event" last night had me up all night. Speaking of last night I've decided to not admit anyone into my apt, since biddies don't know how to clean after themselves.I'm so erked that I'm literally thinking of having tonight's after party by myself. Which would make more sense then getting "nice" in front of snitch...you know who you are, and since I'm going to be squeezing into a shrunken dress tonight I'll be jogging to my appointments rather then cabbing it. Which is a lot more economical and healthy. Genius!