Porsche's are pretty.

I came up with stuff i lovee today.
It's pretty sweet. Oh! and i came up with some lits and such that i should probably document just because i tend to be a blond secretly.

<3 :
- Venti vanilla berry blossom tea misto's from starbucks.
- Venti raspberry passion tea lemonade's from starbucks.
- Clare's Chevy Tahoe.
- Porsche's. (going to be my first car i swear!)
- Black peep-toe pumps.
- Toronto Fashion Week.
- Late curfews.
- VANCOUVER!

bunkk:
- Giving my mom all of my paycheck! (buh-bye eight-hundred dollars.)
- Still owing my mom seventeen-hundred dollars!
- Working my ass off at home and only getting fifty bucks off my debt.
- I CAN'T DRIVE BY MYSELF YET!
- The fact that TO fashion week is five grand!
- That i have no money for mexico.
- No new heels.

Graduation dress.

So, i was watching this old Fashion Television podacst on itunes, and then on a segment of Olivier Theyskens for Nina Ricci in the 2008 Spring Collection, a gold floor length gown pops up. I want it for my grad dress. It's gorgeous. Let me repeat that: GORGEOUS.
I want it.
Final answer. I can't find a picture f it yet. But i will.
Nina Ricci spring 2008 Collection. Gold dress worn by a brunette. I'm going to find it.

Helena Christensen

soo, today was what i consider a bust. Not only was i stuck cleaning all day, i could've avoided it. I'm not happy that i missed the Sun & Salsa fest, but whateverrr now i guess. Kinda sucks.
One bonus. i was looking though my book on vogue covers and the November 1992 cover was really pretty. I was stolked.
The cover model was Helena Christensen. The best thing is, i actually like the cover, not like lot's of the 90's that seem weird to me, even though they were considered fashionable.

I'm thinking Mustang?

Soo, two very important things have come to mind.
one : I need to get my license. no joke.
two : i need to get a car. And not a shitty car, a nicer car. I'm not looking for a lambo, maybe like, a jeep or a mustang or something like that.
Oh, three things came to mind :
I need to move out. I'm looking at post secondary schools in europee, that's such a stretch though. Vancouver's already pushing it. A lot.
Whatever. In the end it's my choice. So i might move to vancouver, and then to London, or Milan, or New York or something like that.
Only time will tell =)

Vancouver, Toronto, Milan, NYC ?

My life may be seen as pretty simple and easy. 

That I'm the one that makes it hard. That it could be easy.

But this life is the only one i've ever known, i can't change how i've lived it now. I like my life so far. It's been pretty dece. Can't say it's been a breeze, i've had my up's and down's, but who hasn't. So whatever, i'm just a small-ish city girl hoping to make it in the big fashion industry. I know that i'll put my heart into it and that i'll work my ass off to get myself far in life. Because my father does not want me to go into fashion it only drives me that much further to succeed in life. 

I can't say that fashion was my first choice, nor will it be my last. And i know that it's not going to be an easy road and that i have to set myself apart from everyone else already. 

I'm trying. I'm trying to learn everything about fashion that i can. I'm trying to get my face out there in Canada, in Vancouer, in Toronto, in Montreal, in any place that i can.

I'm going to San Diego in like, 17days (with my best friend Clareee <3)>

I want to learn everything i can about Gucci, LV, Fendi, Hermes, Dior, and any other big name out there just to be able to have at least a little bit of a backround. 

Fashion is what drives me, the whole big scene, the glamour, the lifestyle is what i want to experience, coming from basically nothing to now, having at least a little bit makes me want to live the better life and a higher lifestyle. That may be shallow, and maybe i am shallow, i think i tend to be, but i don't want to admit it. I don't think anyone ever does. I don't know. All i know is that i'm going to make it far. I'm not going to be a washout, i'm going to be someone in this lifetime, i'm going to prove my father that i can make a career out of fashion. That's a promise. 

I WILL make it far, i will NOT quit. Ever.