Elegance Is Learned!

Elegance Is Learned!




I think all upper east siders are literally shitting themselves right now. And those are people you really dont want to F@*$ with. They arent wishy washy "new money" celebutants. They arent all fame whores. They are the true aristocrats of America. Money doesnt buy class countess you are right. But just because it buys you a prodocer and a record contract....doesnt mean you should do it.

get it together

There is something to be said about organization.
All in a line, a row, in order
...in a box
Ready to be shipped off for someone else to un-organize and reorganize upon request.
Do you feel the need to realign your situation.
reevaluate reconstruct and refocus so that you can be more organized....mentally.
What about emotional organization?
If your insides are out of wack how can you keep the outside in check?
and who has the checklist for the mind body and soul?
I would say a higher power, but lets level here...I'm not some hokey poky human that assumes something is controlling me.
I need to take responsibility for myself.
We need to take inventory of what is going on in our lives.
Crossing paths and diverging roads
keep it together
maintain your flow.
where it stops.
No body knows.
but at least when you get there.
you can see straight, and think straight, and act as if you were a part of the process.
there is no immediate solution
or instant translation
in fact...its all Greek to me
but as far as I can see..
this ship is on its course..
due east west, south, and north
mental freedom
endless possibility.

the sign

pole dancing. the new extreme sport?
Current mood: reflective

phone rings.
its electric....dododoodooodoodoooodo
need a jolt?
throw on the boots, hope on the bus.
have a jack and ginger waiting for me, its time to study for finals.
and then i end up at roxza.
huh?


i pranced in there like a reindeer on a cloud....and what did i see?

The lady hung on for dear life!. She spun around the shiny pole as her gluteous maximus streaked down it, creating and ever so soft "clink"
Then up to the rafters she flew, spinning and twirling like a ballerina in the sky. Although I find it hard to believe that Barishnikov would approve of this analogy.
I wonder if these ladies have insurance? Is it covered in their health plan? DO they even have a health plan? What are the benefits of this job?
please educate me.

Aside form the workout, *(thanks Carmen Electra for inspiring women everywhere to "work the pole"!), I see no reason the naked ladies dance.
AND then I go to the rest room to gather my thoughts. Apparently the ladies room is also the dressing room. hair and makeup not included. I opened the door to the sparsely dressed women who were gabbing as if the were at a Starbucks in china town catching up with a good friend and stretching it out like they were about to run a marathon.
I played it cool, for I didn't know where to look, and out of the corner of my eye i saw one of the locker doors open. Immediately I had a flash back to high school and the "mean girls" montage played in my head. As i peeped into the locker what i saw was comforting and disturbing at the same time.
In the locker were pictures taped to the door of a family and kids laughing and playing with their mom. Their mom.
wow.
I used the bathroom, and quickly exited as one lady asked if her boobs looked bigger. Guys....its true what they say about the womens bathroom in this case. Its naked ladies looking at eachothers you know whats...and apparently in this place for the right price..you to can participate.
I walked through the club...of predominantly men like ravenous wolves look at a honey glazed ham..... creepy, yet flattering.
I did the robot back to my table of houlligan as "The Sign" blared through the club. I think it was a sign.
We danced to ace of base.....i was clothed. and i still made a dollar.
yes!
after that we proceed to have a mock photo shoot in the street....
give me pouty
**snap*
give me innocent
*flash**
give me a break!
**snap**flash**
SIRENS!!
oh no! what now?
officer four eyes pops out of his orange camero police mobile diagonally paked in the street.
he asked me to come over to him, i said do i have to?
(honestly who says that to a cop? apparantly i do)
he asked again motioning me over, and i swear to god....i did my robot a few steps over to him. ( probably not the best idea)
he told us:
"that if we wanted to shoot kiddie porn we should go to the beach."
he cant have this sort of thing going on in the residential area, and this sort of dirtyness belongs in Waikiki./ ( end quote)
after a soft giggle i saluted the officer. (again...not the best idea)
he got into the orange Camareo police mobile and sped off. demonstrating his speed skills. I wonder if he ever gets tickets? thank you officer four eyes, for assuring me that my tax dollars are spend keeping the crack heads off the playground. thank you.

In a nut shell...
Random Monday Funday.....had a final this morning, and i believe that the pre final fiasco was a much needed jolt that truly inspired my pursuit of academic excellence. Last night I became a stripper, a porn star, and an all around un lawful citizen on the verge of arrest.
wow.
.....i learned that if I fail my finals and drop out of school.....i am pretty much screwed.
i may find my self in one of these predicaments......and in my opinion.... being the naked lady doing ballerina moves in the sky, looks fun...but in essence is a very dangerous trade.
my dream of working for tv took a drastic turn.
and i talked to the men of Fuel.
apparently pole dancing is not classified as an extreme sport.

this is Boomshakalaka....you stay classy internet.
out.

movin on up

your brain....like a science experiment
Current mood: curious

you know how it is when you have a thousand and one ideas and plans racing through your head at one time?

You feel like you just ate 3000 lbs of sugar and your brain is about to expolode. yep....pretty sure I feel like that all the time. The key to control inside, is lack of it out side.

Think of it as a science experiment. You have the constant, or controlled enviroment..(your brain), and you have the test group, or the experiment...(your enviroment). As long as you continue to change your surroundings/enviroment and experience new things, all of those ideas and plans manifest into something educational, rather than festering in a non productive atmosphere.

maybe.

that explains my obsession with adventure....for if I remained stationary my head would explode like a real bombshell....no pun intended...

*currently contemplating my next move.....it is time.

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When shopping for vintage clothing there are a few tips I must give you.

First, give yourself some time. Shopping for vintage clothing is mission. Most thrift stores’ have racks and racks of stuff; and it is your job to search, because you never know what’s hiding behind that Liberache-esque vest.
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Third, don’t be afraid! Vintage is about expression, and when your going for it, go all he way. Step out of the box, and own it.

The best thing about wearing vintage clothing, is having control over your clothes. Sometimes, things just don’t fit how their supposed to. By making yourself the manikin, you become the designer and the outfit your wearing, is tailor made for you by you. So take a chance, be smart, shop smart, and dress smart.

dangerous liasons
Current mood: electrically charged
danger lurkes around every corner.the choices you makethe places you gosituations, false informationpreoccupation, afflictionit's an addiction.to the unknown, the forbidden.the danger.danger n.1. Exposure or vulnerability to harm or risk.dangerous liasons....be careful....

wasted

wasted.
have the hiccups.is that a sign.a sigh to stop,or to keep going to get rid of them.all alonein a room.a great night, we assume.by yourself, inevitably.wonering what everyoneelse is doing really.whats the deal? out or no?sleep sleep sleepwant some more?tired and have the hiccups.waiting by the door ....
wasted.

get a job.

today...
who ever invented jobs..
i have something to say.
early morning...butt crack of dawn..
coffee coffee coffee
necessary jitter bug?
up a few blocks
22 to be precise
over 5, at least there is no ice.
its to hot.
but I still go
through the ghetto you know.
new, old, used, and for sale.
black, white
female and male.
pitter patter goes the rain,
just before i go in sane.
and then it hit me.
all I have to worry about is rain
when there is so much poverty
and so much pain.
atleast I have an umbrella and a job.
and I dont have to lie, cheat, kill or rob.
at a desk doing my thing.
inevitably the phone will ring.
hopefully.
if not its okay.
to whomever invented jobs...
theres one thing I have to say.
thanks
because atleast I have a job
today.

rollercoaster of junk

i feel the need to write
and i am not sure what to start wth.
could it be the lack of creativity?
or maybe the over capacitation of imaginary mumbo jubo that is oozing out of my head?
what?
youve never been there?
its like a rollercoaster ride through the depths of your mind.
passing by the memories of nights past, around the corner to future endeavors, and underneath the bridge of lost dreams.
finally escalating to the peak.
the idea.
the thing you hae been searching for, and for a split second you can see clearly.
for a split second.
and then you drop.
down into reality. down into insanity.
down to the computer lab where you are sitting trying to come up with a peice of arbitrary wisdom to share with the world.
a network of circutry and whores that span the planet, and someone in china can translate your thoughts and go on their own roller coaster of randomness.
i feel so dirty and violated.
and i like it.
reach out and touch...space.
is that sacry, or is that just the new norm?
the new way of interacting.
through cyberspace and technojunk.
is it my e-duty to post?
if so, then it is your e-duty to read.
did it work?
i'm going to lunch.

neccessity is selfish?

was it necessary?
why?
sunday. funday. beach and sun ----day.
a little burnt.burnt on the day, the weekend, the emotion, the headache.....
sick and tired of thinking.
all you want to do is start drinking.
its 10pm.
smashed.
bottle caps in the trash.
the question is....now what?
bed?
an adventure that is sure to lead you to trouble?
another cold one?
what is it that you want to do?
what you want to do and what you can do are two completely different things.
sad really.
WHY cant we do what we want?
its a free country?
right.
so free, that we are inhibited by our minds.its like someone or something is controlling us.
you know what it is?
i'll pay you if you know.
freedom is a sate of mind.
impossible.
its yourself.it's denial, it's exile...it's "in style".
its the latest thing.
hiding out.
telling the lies.smiling and sayng hi? everything is fine. :)
your mind is in space.
and trust me...its written all over your face.
buenos noches...time to go home...
then your home. snuggled up with a book.
wondering why you arent out doing what you want?
asking yourself...
was it necessary?
why?

jibberish

drunk talk
drunk talk.i did it.i spoke my mind.i stopped in the middle of the ballroom, and had my spotlight tango.a tango. such an intense number. twists and turns. dips and snaps.fierce as a lioness stalking her prey. she pounces. an answer. and apology, and explanation. a headache.and im drunk.screaming over the cheesy rap music and backyard bantor of the bar. trying to spit out every thought, idea....emotion...tha i can muster up just to keep the attention. anything.just so i am not standing alone. any conversation is good conversation.and then you part ways. apparantly you feel better, but then you wake up in the morning on the side of your bed. shoes on, still dressed, tacky green wristband that proves you are of age.....a headache, and dry mouth.scatch your head. your going to have to think hard about this one.what was said?drunk talk...didnt change anything. more confused than ever...

lets get ready to rumble

step into the ring.
shake hands....time to wrraastle....
ding.
after the first round you're tired, but you've still got hope.
second round comes a few cuts and scrapes, but your still going because youve got heart.
no one can take that away.
right.
Third round comes, and you've got two black eyes, a bloody nose, fat lip, and you are seeing more than there actually is...
still going
Fifth Round....ding....
lights out.
get up. get up. get up.
wounded soldier. broken wings. cant even fly out of that ring.
down for the count. 6....7....8..
up?
for more?
you cant even see straight.
pathetic.
The mere definition means apathetic....not caring, and even worse not doing anything about it..
how much abuse will you take, before you get it through your head.
The fight is over. give up.
Are you that unaware of your lack of self respect and complete disreguard for a hint?

Its begging without saying a word.
Its being on your knees, and not for a good reason..
(and even "that" can be a little pathetic)
Its not looking in the mirror and owning up to the truth. Its telling your heart to shut up....
Its hiding behind the bars, the friends, the velvet ropes...until someone lets you in, lets you win.....basically you dont get pinned.
it's a departure. An arrival....A vacation.
All you need to stop the cycle is a mini deviation from an otherwise monotonous routine which has led you to be so pathetic, you can even face your fans in fear that they to will blow you away.
Where's the winner?
A warrior defeated.
An intellectual heavyweight body slammed in the name of love.
Dont let it happen. Prepare for the fight.
WALK out of that ring with your bruised soul.hold your head high.
dont get carried out on a stretcher.dont let them break your heart.
dont be pathetic.