AHHHHHHHH. YES.

No matter what your opinion of Chanel is now, you have to admit that Coco Chanel was a bad-ass mamma jamma.


I wonder what the story of my life would be if narrated by a narrator super-dude whatever narrator thing.

"Dinah was your everyday--bup, bup, bup. Uh. Dinah ...is...well, we don't know what the fuck she is or is doing, so this preview is over. In fact, this movie is pretty terrible. EXPLOSION. SPLODE. Now it's better."

School's out for me! No more summer session. Hurray! I think I did well. With that, the only real events left in the summer are my birthday (which I don't like celebrating, ever) and a quite possible overseas trip. Details when they arise. So, because I like making lists, I figure that it's an appropriate step towards glory.

THINGS I'LL DO IN THE REST OF MY SUMMER VACATIONZ
1. Drawing. Getting better. Start using pencils.
2. Have fun, find a tattooed loveboy, have even more fun.
3. Get the fucked-up sleep patterns I always get during summer so when I go to Germany, I don't get jet-lagged. I'm impressive like that.
4. Moar collage-ing. I was going to make one as a birthday present, but I kind of figure that there's no one around whose birthday is around mine. I could mail Nelsonio, I guess.
5. Stop referencing random people on my blog.
6. Finish a video game. I am currently on Odin Sphere but it's molto frustrating.
7. When it's time to party, we will party hard.
8. Save money. That's not so fun.
8. Avoid teh hospital. Boycott, continued.
9. I got nothing else. That's the magic of summer.

so...yeah

So...I just had a blow-out with someone. I'm a very confused person. Truth be told, it was very therapeutic, albeit distressing at first. I've been having incessant arguments with him, and, frankly, it was about time I got the bad blood out. That said...

I am convinced Russell Brand and I are the same person. We are dark haired brunettes who dress like pirate hookers, and we are immensely afraid of brushes. Keep them shits away.

I like his look. He's a fashionable BAMF. I've been reading My Booky Wook. It took me about a week to be able to say the title without laughing hysterically, oddly. I looked like a real eejit. It's really well written. It makes Brand sound intelligent, which I sure he is, aside from the whole dressing like Osama bin Laden after 9/11.
Poppycock. Everyone knows Osama bin Laden's not real. He's like Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy. Your parents made him up to scare you into a bedtime.

Weird Smells I Like that Everyone Seems to Hate

For the record, people tell me I'm very good smelling. Thanks, Miss Dior Cherie and Almond Dr. Bronner's.


1. Gasoline
2. Paint
3. Sharpie
4. White-Out
5. Burnt hair
6. Exhaust (I guess that's in the same category as gasoline)
7. Sweaty man
8. Chlorine (I never wash my hair after swimming because I love the smell)
9. The sparks that come off sawing metal...they smell good. I'm not pulling that out my ass.
10. I wouldn't know, but I bet that Major Lazer smells good.


Watching The Devil's Backbone tomorrow with homes. It sounds like a more fucked up Pan's Labyrinth, if that's even possible. Both are by Guillermo del Toro so they should be good. Anyhiz. Have to study. Yeh.

Pony Boots?

I actually like these shoes. They don't seem horrendous to walk in and they probably look good with skinny jeans and pencil skirts. Hm. Fetish has been in fashion consistently for the past decade, and, frankly, the more fashion normalizes it, the less people will ostracize others for having them. Hell, Secret Diary of a Call Girl totally had a dominatrix, and she was the most functional character.
Yeesh, point is: these boots are nice.


[The Rancho from Punitive Shoes via Jezebel]

Birthday Lust List Pt. 1

I feel like a turdbag, but I'm totally aware of it and refusing to rectify my assholery. "But why do you feel like a douchetard, aside from the fact that you really are kind of annoying and mean, Dinah?" Well:


a) I am updating at the school library

b) I am making a wishlist


Tomfoolery aside, aside from a Bianchi Milano and the Nikon D4 I've been obsessing over for more than TWO YEARS, there are a few little sprinklings of love that could make my birthday next month a little bit more bearable (I won't be a teenager anymore!).

Han Cholo Indian Chief Skull Necklace

Excuse the shoddy ass picture, it's the best I could find. Have you ever seen that Family Guy episode where Peter digs up a Native American grave (yes, I am being politically correct, and the name above is the Han Cholo name, not mine, and, yes, I am pretentious)? Well, he got fucked up big time for that. Brass knuckles are cool and symmetrical, and guns are pretty when gangbangers aren't tearing up your streets (and, frankly, living in the murder capital of the USA doesn't really help the case), I think I can justify my badassery by wearing this on a regular basis. Werd. [Han Cholo]

A DS R4

Video games are fxcking expensive. PS3 games go for $60 a pop minimum. But, truth be told, my favorite consoles are always the portable ones, namely the Nintendo DS. The games are more fun, and, well, I have the really pretty pink and shiny one. With my wallet getting emptier, I'm taking the black market route and praying to get an R4. Basically, I can put downloaded DS games on the R4 then play to my hearts content. Illegal? Yes. But it won't put me in the poorhouse, and the prostitution required to afford my video game habit gets me more jail time. [Real Hot Stuff]

J. Crew Stretch Toothpick Jean in Twilight Wash

I never really gave J. Crew that much credit until I started working there. There's a lot of really good basics, and the clothes are well constructed. I've worn the hell out of all the stuff I got there since my employment. I really love the look of these jeans. They're comfy but sleek and look good with anything. I'm also tired of high-waisted or bumster jeans so the rise is also really good. I also like the idea of a sportif Audrey Hepburn look or a James Dean cum Grace Kelly look that these jeans can afford. If only my job paid me better so I could actually but the clothes. Heh. [J. Crew]

iPod Repair

It's broken. Enough said.

American Apparel Dresses

"But Diiiiiinah, why don't you just buy yourself this shit?" Because it's fucking expensive, that's why. And bish don't have a discount. Yeah. Happy? I want to start wearing dresses. I think I'll have to sell a few of my old clothes on ebay to start getting a better wardrobe, but that's the sacrifice you make for spending your money on things you blatantly don't need.

Well, I'm off. This list is pretty much just the things I'm obsessed with this month. All I need is pony and a boyfriend who can dance like Cary Grant, and I think we're golden. Bye.

Fashion Post Uno

[J. Crew cardigan, stolen giraffe shirt, Cheap Monday jeans, Forever 21 shoes]

[Forever 21 dress and shoes]

So, this past weekend was pretty rad. Instead of moping about and catching up on absurd amounts of cinema (though I did have a LITERAL 3+ hour conversation on film with this guy Michael...not kidding, it lasted from 2 in the morning until 5ish), we went out. We originally intended to see Steve Aoki's DJ set but somehow ended up getting smashed and experiencing a brilliant New Orleans night full of weird characters, perverts and awesome people. And I finally dressed myself up for the first time in what feels like a kajillion years. I think it's high time I started taking pictures of outfits.

Anyway, I have a psych exam that threatens to suplex me, so Seacrest out.

Lovemade for Han Cholo

I love jewelry. I often don't wear it because I'm fidgety and pull at it too much. Despite that, I love, love the Lovemade for Han Cholo earrings above. I had my ears pierced as a baby, so I never experienced this problem, but a lot of my friends couldn't (or still don't) get their ears pierced. I love this look, especially with the styling used.


Don't even get me started on my Han Cholo love.

[via Highsnobette]