I start school tomorrow.
My second semester of college actually, and I haven't bought one book.
I wish I could say I'm excited, but I actually am.
Not that I like my school, and not that I don't either. I'm just happy to be doing something other than watch Dexter or Nadia G's Bxching Kitchen.
I feel like theres so much more I can accomplish if I had the discipline and time to turn my ideas into actions. My friend at school always says kiss your passion with action... Sometimes it turns into a full on makeout session and I just get overwhelmed.
I had a dream that I didn't remember where any of my classes were either and I was stuck in the city, just standing there wishing I could do other stuff but I knew I had to go to school.
 
Here goes nothing.

{More info coming soon!}

I feel like this is a great set to go along with a manhattan style murder mystery.
In a world renowned hotel, two people fall in love on a whim. Obviously the overworked but gorgeous hospitality worker, and a white collar prince-- his origins unknown. He woo's her and takes her to the finest places in the city including his suite ;)
All is well as she now enjoys a luxurious life until she returns to his master suite to find him missing and blood all over the finest egyptian cotton sheets. Devastated and pissed off to be missing her reservations she goes off in search.
The story goes on and on obnoxiously like it did in that movie with Ryan Gosling and Kirsten Dunst. Also, the Fifi Lapin bunnies would somehow be involved.

I've always wondered, as Americans why do we give such a huge fsuk about Kate Middleton and the british family?
I mean I don't really remember anyone giving a huge fuxck about the actual blood royals until Kate came along... Talk about marketing efforts.
I love how the paper says "Europeans Get Drunk to Have sehss"

This is one of the outfits you wear in NYC in the fall, yet I never ever dress like this. I need to get smacked.

-Chuck Palahnuik
 
I'd like to wear this to school and call it a day.
You should all listen to the song, its pretty awesome :)
I'm gonna try to be more engaged. Start writing-- this could be good!

i'm sorry for this shitty set, i feel bad for coming on poly just to socialize with my three friends lol. so i decided to push this bebe out.
 
continuation to this story:
http://www.polyvore.com/prolouge/set?id=29924248
 

"Oh my" I say breathless, "Damn"
Demitri smiles and pulls me against his naked body. Coffee beans that spilled across the floor in our quickie get swept up in my hair. I sit up looking at damaged we caused within the last half hour. "Damn, damn, damn"
"Baby come back down"
"No, this place is a mess" a customer knocks at the door. I peek up from behind the counter and duck back under. "Someone's here" I sigh grabbing my shirt.
"Leave it. Were closed"
I zip up my pants and pull the shirt over my head. Grabbing the apron that was discarded somewhere in the front of the cafe, I unlock the door and smile at the handsome man.
"Sorry, we locked up but I guess we forgot to flip the sign" I let my fingers outline open/close sign that was currently flipped to open. I glance back at Demetri who's brushing dust off his pants has begrudgingly gotten up from the floor like a toddler who unsuccessfully threw a tantrum.
"Oh well, sorry I came here kinda late. I'm actually looking for Mia?"
"That's me," I say putting forward my hand boldly. Chuckling he rubs the scruff on his face.
"I see the Rossitano in you. I'm Sam, Dave's friend" he grabs my hand. He peeks into the shop seeing Dee. "Catch you at a bad time?"
"No not at all, we were just... Closing"
"Ohh"
"Lemme just get my jacket and clock out, okay?"
After the doors closed, Demetri approaches me looking pissed off.
"Who the fucks that?"
"Family friend" I say indifferently
"So your just leaving?"
"Yeah, its... 10:56" Dee sighs as I throw on my jacket.
"Can't we get late dinner, breakfast, anything like that?"
"I gotta wake up early" I lied, and fumbled grabbing my blackberry that was plugged into a charger.
"For what?"
"God, I dunno Dee, but I gotta go" I throw my stuff in my bag when I knock a stack of order forms off the desk in the employee lounge.
"Fine. I love you," he says hopefully, as he does every time I rush out on him.
I pause picking up forms from the ground and smile up at Demetri. I place them on the desk and give him a kiss on the cheek.
"See you," striding out I catch glimpse of Sam in a leather jacket who's leaned again Chip, the huge statuette of a cappuccino cup outside the store. “Sorry, closing. Takes forever!”
“Its fine,” He looks into the store and sees Dee glaring at him “You work here?”
“Yeah, its— temporary” It was the lie I told everyone when I was laid off from the Times and regrettingly applied at the Cuppucino a year and a half ago.
“Oh, cause Dave told me you also went to Hofstra”
“You went?!”
“Yeah, in fact I think I remember a Rossitano there”
“Really?” I laughed. I was a notorious party girl on the campus so my cheeks started to burn with some memories of Mia Rossitano he could possibly conjure.
“Mhm, did you date this guy… Bryan, Ryan? Something like that”
“Johnson?” I asked eagerly
“Yeah, I think that was his last name”
“Oh God,” My nervous laughter covers the distaste Ryans name brought to my mouth.
“He posted pictures of you in this skirt, and no top, Jesus it was the hottest thing, posted on the bulletin board in the common area.” He laughed a big macho laugh.
I chuckled along, trying to look like the grown adult that doesn’t look back at her wild past with distain; however truthfully, I would’ve given the world for a time machine to go back and kill Ryan Johnson.
Two hours of beers, shots, sibling listings an amazing burger and recounts of childhood memories passed at the dive bar not too far from Cuppicinos and I found myself being ushered into an Brooklyn bound cab to Sam’s apartment. Cornered into the seat, I feel his face close on mine, his hand stroking my leg, and my stomach twisting at the thought of sleeping with this self centered prick. Though he was nice, and paid for my meal and drinks, I was stunned by the fact that he thought he could use this city bachelor act on me. The city ‘Knight’ in a shining leather jacket that throws me into a cab and saves me from the clutches of my hopeless coworker that earns just 60 cents more of my shitty salary.
As he kissed me, my beer fogged brain gave into the sensations of his seduction and my body slowly melted into the seat, pulling his closer. As we reach my destination, Sam jumps up to pay that cab driver that looks back at me in the rear view mirror. I coyly smile, and cover my mouth, feeling bad for contaminating his back seat.
Making the way up to Sam’s 3rd floor apartment I searched my brain for excuses not to sleep with him. But I was lost, and the more his hands explored my body and pressed me against the apartment door, the more I could careless. Fucck, he smelled good.

look its a set :D
hi.
i feel like its very chanel inspired and i would just love to wear this into school monday. it would be haawt.
but blahhhh. sososorry for my absence, i'm actually only on because i have a flu i got from my friend and i'm too sick to go out so i'm very very sad and i want to cry because i want to go out.
i spent allllll week at school and then yesterday i fell asleep at 3 when i got home and then woke up at 10 pm and it was too late to leave WAAAHHH.
so i'm gonna be on for awhile sneezing in my tea before i pass out on my keyboard looking like a zombie :(