Thursday, December 31, 2009


Allo dahlings! It seems like my sister always writes the deep, heartfelt posts while i blather on about rubbish. But i'm not all baloney, i swears! I have sincere resolutions, also. For examp. I want to lose my jiggle and tighten up (i'm like a fat skinny girl). This takes a disciprin and i will have to force myself to go to the gym with Astrid and do pilates with a buncha fat people with gross unmanicured toes and who might slip a fart. I want to set aside money and save for once. And then splurge on the sold-out-everywhere red Lady Dior lambskin--NOT patent, i hate patent--cannage medium tote with the silver hardware. Every girl needs a perfect red bag.

Here's the goddess, Marion Cotillard with the top handle bag i need. Omygat, she is so beautiful. Did you read about Johnny Depp flirting with her like crazy on the set of Public Enemies? Can u blame him? des clous!

Another thing: stop wasting money at the nail salon. How ridick is it to get a manicure when i can do it exactly how they do it? First of all, never clip your nails. File them. Square. Secondly, before applying polish push your nailbeds as far down as you can. Maximize the color surface area. So freakin easy. Here are my nails that i did last night for today's NYE partay.

Pretty cute, no?
Otay, otay. I shall be serious for once. My resolutions are simple. Be a better daughter. Drive my mom and grandparents everywhere they want to go, whether it's Hmart or to the mountains. Be a better sister. A better Christian. Nix all curse words from my vocab. I have an extensive curse word vocab. Keep the drinking and drugging to a minimal. Seriously. I have petichiae (small purple dots caused by capillary bleeding) on my arms and hands from liver damage and low platelet count. I'm dying. Just kidding. I need to stop dangling from the edge, tho. I'm like one of those Jackass psychos who does stupid stuff with a dumb grin whilst waving furiously. Also, i know i need to become a better listener. I have a tendency of just talking and talking and talking and then i realize that the whole convo has been me talking, busting jokes, laughing, and making light while someone's sitting there expressing a real concern he/she has. Well enough of this douchebaggery, aye say! I need to shut up and LISTEN. Another thing: i suck at being sympathetic or making people feel better. Do i give them a hug? Do i pat them? Do i say "aw, it's ok, it's ok"? WHAT DO I DOOOOO? I get anxiety attacks just thinking about it. My sister is the best at consoling and comforting people. After Meems got attacked and i was totally broken down, she picked me up off tha flo, shook and ironed me out, and took me to the movies. She's got that brilliant gift. She's full of light. I'm like gifted special ED and full of darkness.

Anyhoos, i gotta licketysplit. Astrid and i are leaving for Sweet Tomato. (Bunnie and our fave restaurant evarrrr!!). Then i have to shower. then cook dindin (bbq chicken and potato salad) and then i have to do my hair and makeup and hop into my sparkly dress. and put on some sparkly earrings. and start drinking. and zoom to ClubLife. yippeeee!

Wednesday, December 30, 2009


This year, I want to push my walls down, jump over the fence and be more brave. It may sound funny for someone like me to have this resolution, but I am timid. If I'm thrown into a tough situation, I won't shrivel up like a raisin and honestly, i'll probably conquer my prob... but I put up guardrails so that I won't need to face sticky messes. I guess it's human nature to want to be comfortable and safe all the time, but how will I ever find out what I'm really made out of, if I'm living behind a pea-made forcefield?

Being brave ties into my second resolution: Take more risks. My sister is my ultimate safety net. I can't imagine my life without her. That being said... I don't ever really do anything unless she's by my side. I excel at everything when she's physically next to me or in the vicinity. I know it sounds pathetic, but I make my move mirroring hers. She's the one person in the world that will always have this mystical power over me. If she says pigs fly, guess what you guys?!?!? THEY FLY!!! I feel like this year will teach me a new level of independence. And in all honesty, it's terrifying. But at the pit of my stomach, I know I have to take more risks in my life. Jump, then fall, regardless of whether or not my sister already leapt.

Attempt 35478942321321654 to quit smoking...or at least cut back substantially. When i die, i don't want to leave all frail & fallin apart... i wanna go out with a BANGARANG! An explosion that shoots out shards of rock candy, gummy bears and confetti. oh and glitter! I can't forget the glitter. Death & Glitter.

Life is a big celebration, is it not? A huge gogo disco party rave with crazylights. At work, at home, in your significant other's's a grand ball. Why waste it twiddling your thumbs doing nothing, or worse, stressing about everything? In a blink of an eye, it will all be over and you'll have nothing to show for it, except maybe a 401K account. I think too much.
I should stop and just go where the tornado takes me.

I guess what i'm saying is i'm kinda tired of going through life evaluating pros and cons at every turn, because sometimes you gotta follow the white rabbit down the hole and just see where it goes. Seems kinda like this perspective is a lil dangerous, like throwing caution to the wind, but how else will i ever make the most of anything, if i'm always partial to the cons. There will ALWAYS be cons. right?

Monday, December 28, 2009

The Holidays

Ah~ the Christmas weekend. I felt extra special with air delivery presents this year. My sister? NADA! *ROFLOL* Let's start on the day before Christmas Eve. what do you call that? Christmas Eve Eve.

Christmas Eve Eve
. I met up Nars @ Intermezzo. I've never hung out with her NOT talked the night away. I'm talking about 5 hour talk binges. We practically go through the entire menu.

Nars: I was so stressed I haven't eaten anything all day!!

Peas: sayWHAAAT? Well at least you'll be in perfect mint condition for NYE!

Waitress: Are ya'll ready to order?

Nars: Yes, I would like a slice of strawberry cheesecake.


Nars: I starved all day, I THINK I DESERVE A PIECE OF CAKE!!!!

i love her.

Christmas Eve. I spent the evening at My Sister's House. It's a shelter for battered women and children. Nars came along to help. It was great! I think she got a lil scared during all the chaos. But really, what can you expect when you throw a mountain of presents in front a 100 lil kids? She was as graceful as ever.

Christmas Day. From the previous post, you can infer how retarded my sister and I like to get during the holidays. Add a couple bottles of wine and bourbon and that's a wrap folks! Christmas Day was family time. And we ended the night taking everyone to a movie. My adorable cousin Dianne (who's at Northwestern), my genius adopted brother Nicky, and man-of-the-house Sam decided to see Avatar in 3D while my sister and i opted for Up in the Air.

The day after Christmas, we went to Primal. We predrank in Perimeter, played a lil Call of Duty 2 (freakin awesome btw), hippityhopped into the car and sped away to our home away from home... the club. Yeah, so i decided to wear a wig. My logic: why not? I always play dress up. I mean, i don't get why EVERYONE else doesn't. Who says halloween has to be once a year?!?!

So, we flossed and got tossed. Boozed and schmoozed. Every time i felt like i was on the verge of puking, my sister'd pull out another twenty to buy two shots. One for me and one for you, cheers! Be
fore you knew it, we were stumbling into the bathroom laughing and hooting like hyenas, locking the door, and staging a ZEXYTIMES PHOTOSHOOT!!!! Note: when drunk, "look zexy" turns into omygat overboard.

Anyways, 2010 is just around the corner. I only pray it's as dreamy and spectacular as 2009. Maybe i need to stop traveling so much. Just kidding, that will never happen. I'll have to start a real resolutions list soon, tho! xx, Astrid

Here are the pix. Enjoy!

Can you tell i love leopard prints? I LUUV leopard printed everything.


In the closet. AAAAAND
in the bathroom!

Take two! I'm in the zone.

Take three. That is the infamous yellow clutch that has literally been clubbing around the world like that French gnome. it's Bunnie's favorite clutch. In NYC, we lost all our cash when this clutch was jacked! But the thief did not steal the clutch itself! AHAHAHA!

Who am i?

Chinadoll et moi. She is my FAVORITE, dontchaknow.

Do you see how people just approach me with alcohol? As if we're not already smashed.

The Kgirl squat will never get old.

Stumbling home.

In front of the townhouse, aaaaaaand SCENE.

G'day mate. Let's see what NYE brings. We are going to Club Life. Ooh, what to wear?

Sunday, December 27, 2009

stweam of unconsciousness

Gah, taylor swift is so talented. country music is underrated. country pop is my guilty pleasure.

Up in the Air was probably the best film i've seen this year. so socially relevant and touching. and funny. i never really liked george clooney (except in One Fine Day) but now i like him.

i just ate half a block of Philadelphia cream cheese with a butter knife. disgusting? or ZEXY...

i was drunk until 4pm today. not hungover, DRUNK! i hate that! the shakes started at around 6pm as the alcohol left my body. UGH!

sweetest and simultaneously creepiest lyrics: Yes, you want her / look at her you know you do / possible she wants you to there is one way to ask her / it don't take a word not a single word go on and kiss the girl

coolest name EVARR: surfjan stevens pronounced SOOF-yawn - even cooler is the fact that it's a Persian name that predates Islam and means "comes with a sword." wish my name meant COMES WITH A SWORD! i am Liz and i come with a sword! ROAR! ugh, so cool.

Astrid and i went to Primal last night. well, she went as Peadie Sedgwick in a wig. yep. she of big blonde hair decided she had to wear a wig. a friend was like, wow superfluous. she is a ball of superfluity. the pix are HIGHlarious. we had a photo op in the bathroom and it is retarded funny. 4 shots out the door and BAM 4 shots at the bar and i am toast!

will post real soon!

Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas 2009

I wish you could see my boots; they match my hat. The last picture is proof of my angelic ways. Note how the cross does not burn me!! This is what my sister and I do during holidays. Drink wine, watch movies with the family, get lectured by the patriarch of our clan, our grandpa who shows favoritism to my sis! and take redickpics. Right now we're watching Inglouriouus Basterds, the perfect holiday flick, no? Ha HA HA, the JEW BEAR!!!

We stopped by Regal Starbucks and ohmigosh. The theater is packed today!!! I guess that's where everyone goes when everything is closed. Movies are the perfect way to escape, tho.

So it's still up in the air what to do for New Years. If we stay in Atlanta, it's definitely going to be Club Life. I have the perfect NYE outfit planned - my silver sequined xtra long bf blazer. We love to Studio 54 it up for grand parties. But who knows where we'll decide to jet off to... we go where the wind blows us.

Merry Christmas to our loved ones and the C.U.Bs, you know who you is.


Tuesday, December 22, 2009

My new...

galpals. :)

hat. :)
clutch, Alla willing. or Santa or Father Abraham. PLEASE!!!! ah NEEDS a black, plainjane, ladylike leather clutch to stuff all my NON-ladylike things into (camera to capture all the cuckoo moments, drug paraphernalia, $ aka all my benjamins George Washingtons, candy, powder, lipstick, pocketknife - to stab the bad guys).

hair color. JK! that's Astridalia anyways. she's poisonous.

shopping site:

coveted item: Givenchy black/gray fur coat. fur is SO wrong. this coat is so SO wrong. but i want to coat myself in this and run around like a baboon and make monkey mating noises all day. :(
movie to look forward to in theater: Sex and the City 2!

"Michelle Williams in talks to star as Marilyn Monroe in Simon Curtis' My Week With Marilyn... filming is scheduled to begin in June." -Production Weekly

OMYGAAAAAAAT. i freakin love michelle williams and i've always said since Dawson's Creek that she reminds me of MM. which makes me a PSYCHIC, which i have always known!!! HO my gaaat, i really hope she takes the role and kills it and wins an Academy Award.

The UK Daily Mail says that
Michelle, one of the best screen thespians of her generation, was the only actress that Director Simon Curtis and producer David Parfitt met with, and the only one offered the part. but others considered were Amy Adams (what? no.) and ScarJo (annoying). Too bad Michelle Williams is destined to play Marilyn! she may always play the bookish, disheveled types and hasn't been in any glamorous roles to date, but that's what makes her perfect for Norma Jean Baker, right? plus she possesses the dainty facial features -- the pointed nose and the sleepy eyes that so stirringly reflect quiet sadness as in her performance in Brokeback Mountain. she could SO channel that beautiful fragility in playing Marilyn. her acting is not even acting, and you know she's method. everything she's gone through in her life makes me appreciate her craft even more. and whatever/whoever moves me, i appreciate and adore. I LOVE YOU MICHELLE WILLIAMS and your Vogue Oct issue rests atop my toilet throne forevermore.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

The resistance of a woman to a man's advances is not always a sign of virtue. Sometimes it's just a sign of experience. - Ninon de Lenclos, French courtesan, her beauty and wit attracted the famous men of the day.

i don't always get what I want. Surprised? Haha. It's true! Yes, having bleached hair does help. Towering in sky high heels in little clothing helps, too. Knowing how to read situations, expressions, and people in general comes in handy as well. But there are times when no matter how hard I try to win, i lose. I can dole out all the stops and put on a glitzy show, but i still lose. And it's always a concept that's difficult for me to grasp, not because i'm one of those gals who are spoiled and believe they're the jjang [tha ish], but because at the end of the day, I, like everyone else, want to end up on top and it's bewildering when i don't end up on top. Bewildering!

Back in high school, my first crush was this white kid in my English class. He was Herculean--so beautiful that I never hesitated to let him cheat off of me all semester. Touseled beachy locks, athletic physique, baby blue eyes, straight out of Details, i'm telling you!!! I couldn't talk to him without turning bright red and going, "umm" a gazillion times, much less bustanAstridmove. Till this day, when he crosses my mind I freakin turn red. GAH, I was lost. I didn't even try with him. I didn't even give it a fighting chance (not that i could've nabbed him anyway). Every time i saw him i crashed and burned a little bit inside. But still! It was that whole unrequited love ordeal that made me realize that if i want something, i have to push down my shyness and fear and tackle it.

FF a decade (and a bunch of crazy outfits and phases - Jenkos? UFO's? platform shoes? chunky highlights? baaaaaad makeup?)

Here i am, the current Astrid that i am... or plan to be til this life phase wears out. My sister says that i "put on airs" and have a reputation to many as a no-fear, no holds barred, cavalier, man-izing, maneating, anti-Betty/totally-Veronica seductress. Gosh, unnie! Can u blame a girl for wanting something and going for it? Isn't it human nature? If i want to flirt, i flirt. If i want to kiss a boy, i kiss him. I do what i want. It could be bad, it could get me into trouble, but i've never been the type to deny myself anything. My mother raised us in a very bourgeois boheme kind of way - the world is thine oyster, Astrid. (kinda good kinda bad... our mother is a wholenother post). But what i'm realizing these days is that it's totally true what they say-- with age comes experience. And experiences almost always include some harsh lessons, too. Let's just say i played with fire and i was burnt. No, Astrid, boys are not toys. I am who i am. I cannot switch my personality like All About Eve. I can maybe work at bettering it? But i'm pretty much unapologetic.

The world can always use a little more excitement, anyway. <-- my justification for just about.... everything.

Friday, December 18, 2009

coup de foudre

I've settled back into my routine...finally, completely readjusted back to my reality. Sleep. That's all I need to recover, always.

It's raining right now. As long as it's not sideways rain i can embrace the nasty weather. All I need are my thigh highs, burberry trench and my driving gloves! The year is almost ending. Naturally, I look back at the path of destruction i've left behind me. I have to say, Fall/Winter 2009 was probably one of the best I've had in years, if not ever. I'm sad to see it go. The past few months have been a whirlwind of misadventures and misexcitement. I've never had more fun being single. I think the only thing I miss about having a boyfriend is sleeping next to him. Looking forward, i'm hopeful and anxious and at the same time, i toss it all to fate. Who are the new faces i'll meet? Where will i go? and Love? ahhhh, love. (or arghhh, love.) the only way it'll work is if there's electricity it's electroshocktherapy from the start.

"She and Johnny Depp met four years before they got together but they have both described it as a coup de foudre (love at first sight). Depp has said, "the moment I set eyes on her, I fell." For her part, she has said that she shook hands with someone in the dark, didn't even know it was him, but felt a tingle in her fingers, her arm, her whole body."

To me, simple and elegant equals something the parents love. but don't you think the slicked back hair, natural makeup, and the classic black dress gets so monotonous and feels uninspired? you just kinda start... blending in with the background. like that Scream painting. vanessa paradis is an example of a gypsy queen. she carries a touch of both worlds. and speaking of johnny depp, aren't we all psyched about Alice in Wonderland? Here's the latest trailer. You should let it load first!!!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Stream of Consciousness of a gal who's crashing and burning in bed

I don't think elderly people are cute. Nor babies. Except my bff's baby.

Does that make me evil?

I think Sandra Lee looks scary. I'm too worn and torn to be fully scared but i'm like... hazily dismissive of her right now as i blink at her on tv from under my pillow.

Why is it so cold in Georgia in December?

Why does it seem like stuff i write on here foreshadows things i experience in real life? Weird.

The Kills - Cheap and Cheerful. Yesh, i feel this right now.

Leave it to Kate Moss to snag a painfully hip guitarist like Jamie Hince. Their union is definitely death and glitter. And only druggies can wear skinny jeans because they're the only ones who can physically develop that distinctive, protein-less skinniness required for those sexpants. You know what i'm talking about, don't you?

I'm bored of cheap and cheerful
I want expensive sadness
Hospital bills, parole
Open doors to madness

I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane

I'm sick of social graces
Show your shark-tipped teeth
Lose your cool in public
Dig that legal meet

'Cause love is just a dialogue
You can't survive on ice-cream
You got the same needs as a dog

It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)
It's alright (it's alright)
To be mean (to be mean)

I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're boring baby when you're straight
I want you to be crazy
'Cause you're stupid baby when you're sane

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


Out of all the celeb tattoodles i see today, i heart Evan Rachel Wood's thigh tattoo the most. In fact, i want to get my next one on my left upper thigh like this. So pinup babydoll flashy, yet it's very hidden so you can still be both a prim'Nproper lady when need be, and revert back to a wildchild when you feel like wearing daisydukes or belly tees; this was my chief and decisive stipulation when i got my hip/stomach tattoodle and my wrist tattoodle (you can hide it with a nice watch). however, i did forget that i will probably get pregnant in the future and it will stretch) but i will leave that worrying for najoongnajoong [laaaaterlater] when i get preggomyleggo'd and we shall discuss that then.

Here is the singular, indomitable Evan... the freaks'n geeks dream come true. I know she's been dubbed "the poor man's Dita von Teese," and she's dating frickin Marilyn Douchebag Manson, but man, she's a brilliant actress -- did you see The Wrestler? Dang, she really hates her dad! -- with superunique style. And it's not like she does peepshows or champagne glass performances like Dita. She's a movie star; and there's plenty of room in Hollywoodland for burlesque/pinupy fashionsense. I happen to adore it and it's lacking ...except maybe on the set of Mad Men.



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