the future is now

loves of our lives emma and megan have moved away from me and alex, back to edmonton.
and it is the worst.

except!

it isn't all the worst because it has inspired us to create a shared tumblr blog, emma and me, for all our jokes. and gosh darn it, i love jokes with emma, and i love tumblr blogs.

so you can keep an eye on what is jokes at:

futuretits.tumblr.com

you're welcome.

also, don't worry, we - the ladies be drinkin - have all been having dreams about eachother on the reg. because this damned giant country can't keep us apart, not in our hearts and in our sleep-brains!!!

today i read

* ron daniels, responsible for six-figure student debt, receives honorary law degree
by naimh harraher for now

that first graduate mentioned there? with the button and the courage? that's my roommie, it is! i, too, was sporting a yellow button on friday, as were sarah's parents whom i had the privilege of attending the events with. and when sarah gave the valedictorian's address that same day - which you should totally listen to because it is a power-house speech, at the 16 minute mark, below - i cried for pride. for her and for her classmates whom i love so. these remarkable smart, kind, fierce, brave, considerate, passionate, resilient, hopeful, strong humans. these bold humans. oh man, i love them so much i could just die.

queen moonchild

{alexander mcqueen pre-fall 2014, photos courtesy of alexander mcqueen by way of style.com}

ff

in honour of me finally getting around to getting the rookie yearbook two, rookie rookie rookie day! holy damn, i love this mag so hard it is dumb. so good, always, that it just explodes my insides with hope and joy and gladness.

and it is not hard, this week especially, to proclaim the greatness of rookie thanks to a brilliant little piece by hazel cills in which she mic drops and then gives you the best stare down of all time and everyone everywhere goes bananas cuz HAZEL RULEZ!!! check it.

'[on]...The Atlantic’s website, Jake Flanagin took a look at a work of over-the-top campy fiction [Ja’mie: Private School Girl] and posed, in all apparent sincerity, this question (about real people!): “Why are young women turning into monsters?” I repeat: monsters. Ooh, scary! I’m sure we’re a big threat to straight white men who write for magazines like The Atlantic, what with all our dangerous selfies and Snapchats and sexts. The article went on to wonder whether the average viewer was smart enough to tell that the show is satire: “Presumably, Lilley poses this array of amusing insecurities and prejudices as a critical device, not face-value comedy,” Flanagin sniffed. “But it’s difficult to say whether the audience can discern the difference.”

As a member of that audience and a teenage girl (aka future monster), I’d like to ease his fears, at least on that last point: Teenage girls know that Ja’mie: Private School Girl is satire; it’s by Chris Lilley, for god’s sake. Have you ever met a teenage girl, Jake? We don’t act like Ja’mie. Just like how you, a guy in his 20s, don’t act like Van Wilder. 

Or so I assume (insert a thousand winks here).'

* kids won't listen - in which hazel tells middle-aged men to please stop trying to explain (mansplain) being a teenage girl, thanks

yes. seriously. yes yes, thank you. the rookie writers are consistently witty, smart, funny, bold, cool, and a zillion other great things. if i were a middle-aged man who worked in the journalism world i'd be scared shitless of rookie. they are the future, folks. and the future looks hella good.

i'm gonna go dance in my apartment after filling it with black balloons. peace out, internets! 

and happy friday, teenagers.

instant again

 it is summer and i'm back on the internets, baby. and by that i mean:

instagram!!! !!! !!!

third time's the charm, right? all the margene you've been missing will be up for your enjoyment. remind me who all i should be following for best-instagram-times.

also i've signed up for snapchat and vine and i have no idea what is the what with those so help? i guess i'm starting to understand vine... it's linked to my twitter. or something? but. i need more peeps! teach me your ways, social medias.

off and back.

i spent years feeling unsettled... always working towards a something. i don't remember when it started exactly. university? just after? i am not sure. it seems like forever ago. there was always a something. tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow... forever waiting to be living completely.

(probably it is a 20s something. feeling like you are preparing for being a whole thing. (almost out of those. 20s...))

anyways. i wasn't, anymore, for a little while. just for a few months. all of the things stopped being somewhere else and were just being. i loved all of the things right here and right now. i was present and happy and good. job life home friends love city. it's not that before i was unhappy. just not there.

and then: there.

still looking forward and excited and wondering and nervous... but there. here... present.

and now. not, again. waiting. looking. and it is harder to go backwards. it turns out. than to feel behind in the first place. i am sick of looking forward. making choices for then instead of now. i would like to just be here.

i was very happy and very here.

bees

{balenciaga fall 2013, photos by monica feudi by way of style.com} 

{balmain fall 2013, photos by monica feudi by way of style.com}

i really do think

this will be so.

{borrowed from kimberly knight here}

atop the winner is the...

THE DARKEST HAIRS!!!

better pictures at some point, but it is BRAND NEW and i wanted you to be the first to know. thanks for all your votes and thoughts! it was pretty close between dark and white, with many a folk believing white hair to feel the most like my natural hair-state. and i kinda agree. in my heart my hair is white. and thus. nay! we could not do that! we need adventure and change and neeeeewwwwwww things. so. a super dark chocolate brown. (red did surprisingly well in the surveying, and i nearly went for it... until mel pointed out that red is super hard to maintain, and toop pointed out that maybe it would be tooooo creepy with sarah and i living together - a ginger-haired horror house!) love you all for playing along. very excited about this hairs. 

1998

mom! mooommmm! remember that silver-blue iridescent plastic coat i had in junior high? that i wore to death? well HA! i was so ahead of my time. yet again. (or, you know, fashion is cyclical... but i prefer to assume it is me that is a champ a good 14 years on top of trends.) also i seriously really want that last look. weirdo-mc-weird crop circus bigtop.

{jonathan saunders spring 2013, photos by alessandro garofalo at gorunway.com by way of style.com}

traps

i am enjoying, now that i have more sculpted ballet-shoulders, the racer-front, sorta t-shape neckline that is happening quite a bit these days. batlestar galactica-ey. (how influential has battlestar been for fashion?! i bring it up all the time! or maybe that is just me. stuck in a space-rut. that is very possible.)

{eudon choi spring 2013, photos courtesy of eudon choi by way of style.com}

 

{willow spring 2013, photos courtesy of willow by way of style.com}