"Conquest! She was just another conquest, didn't care who's heart was broke, love to him was a joke, until he looked into her eyes..." -The White Stripes, Conquest

Definitely the longest blogging hiatus.  This post is much more for me than the readers.  I think my inner bloggers have come to the consensus that no one is reading this blog.  I now realize the probable reasons this blog is so unsuccessful.  Firstly,  Anna and I are only fourteen and amateur writers with little life experience, but more importantly this blog's lack of focus.  It really isn't about... anything.  The title of this blog reflects this rather perfectly.  I now, like to think that my writing style has matured.  Perhaps I'll proofread this post better.  I never notice how plentiful my mistakes were in past posts.  I must, however, thank those three or four people who commented, on Anna's post, typically, mine were rejected.  We, or perhaps just I now, appreciate your reading anything on this page.  Okay, enough with my pathetic introduction.

Oh, and the fact that there are millions of blogs out there, some marvelous, that won't be found with concentrated effort.

Shall we move on?

I think this is my first title that has that has quoted a song.  (No, that's not true.  Well, quoted a song related to pop-culture.  Okay, maybe the White Stripes aren't pop-culture.  Let's just say a song not related to musical theatre.) Perhaps I have not mentioned this in past posts,  I am a huge White Stripes fan.  As in, I only listen to them. (plus classic rock and classical music.  Yeah, the only pathetic thing about me is my intro... right.)  Anna doesn't like them.  But she's a horrible person.  (Not really).  If you haven't before, my dearest fans,  listen to them.  Jack White is just brilliant.  Or "a god" in my friend's words.  Claiming Jack to be a leader of the heavens may be a slight overstatement of Jack's magnificence, but he is still wondrously wonderful.  (Did I mention I noticed my excessive use of the word "brilliant"?  If I get back into this I really ought to cut back.  Not sure "wondrously wonderful" is much better.)  

Good Lord I use a lot of parentheses.

Ooh, I just had a thought.  But no, blogging about school is not smart.  I won't.  This blog could be so interesting if I just wrote all my school stories.  Oh, High School is quite the fascinating world.  

If you hadn't guessed by the signature stream of conscious writing, it isn't Anna.

I shall be finished with this post now.  Before I type something regretful.

Amore e Cannoli,

Anonymous

P.S.  I really should have with a pen name before starting this blog.  Perhaps today or tomorrow I shall go back and change that.  If you have only read this blog BEFORE you might have known our real names.  Nice.

"You'd like Vienna. It's like Paris... without the French." - Michael Sheen as David Frost, Frost/Nixon

   May I say something?  Alright, I think I will.  This blog is pathetic.  Yes.  Pathetic.  Speaking of pathetic today, I had an extreme memory laps during a recital.  I'm, as my Grandma would say "gutchin' ".  (i.e. moping, stressing, depressing, not getting over it) (please excuse the spelling.  I spell it as it is pronounced, I think it is just a dialect thing.  The Toscana..ns would say it much better than my Greenwich-Napolean Grandma, thank you).   Yes.  Although, it was a tiny performance.  I know that piece so well!  I never mess up there!  I placed in a competition with that!  At least I didn't mess up then...  I don't understand, I just DON'T, but I was crying (which I also DON'T understand) and such and I later played it perfectly... after everyone left.  Oh, I really need to get over this.  I've had countless memory lapses in the past!
Hm.  What to blog about.  I'm sure you stopped reading once you read "gutchin' ".   Moving on... have any of you people watched "I, Claudius"?  (say that sentence with a Jersey accent, it is SO much better).  I'm doing a unit (yes, I am a homeschool freak.  Just one year.) on Rome.  So, I'm watching I, Claudius which is this 70's show about the Roman Emperor.. Claudius.   But not just Claudius, the people he lived through.  It begins with Caesar Augustus (previously known as Octavian), then into Tiberius, then Caligula, and finally Claudius. (Though I'm still on Augustus) It is fabulously acted by a cast of Shakespearean actors, including the great basso Patrick Stewart. (Perhaps better known as Star Trek's Captain Jean-Luc Picard)  Though, I haven't gotten to his part yet!  He's Sejanus, apparently.  You should really watch it though.  I thought it sounded uninteresting too.  But the Romans were all so bonkers and vicious, it makes it entertaining.  It is beautifully done.  Honestly, watch an episode.  If your going to watch one, I'd say start with the first just to understand, but then you should watch two because the first episode isn't very good.

That's all I think.  I saw quite a few movies this week.  I'll review them in short:

Up in the Air (2009):  What can I say about this movie?  Critically acclaimed, attacked (positively, well didn't win.  But still) by the the Oscars, and other, lesser, award shows.  It was very, very good.  Witty through out, George Clooney was perfect for that role, Vera Farmiga was also perfect, and Anna Kendrick is just so damn cute.  The ending was bittersweet.  But hey!  Very unexpected.  A must-see.  But, you should know that.  Though not for the kiddies!  (I'm exempt from that, thanks)  Vera Farmiga's naked ass randomly goes onto the screen.  They also exercise expletives throughout the film, but we live in the 21st century!  What can we ask for?  MUST-SEE

Frost/Nixon (2008):  See it.  Just go.  See it, just now.  Stop reading this, and go rent this movie.  Or buy it.  Just GO.  Frank Langella is INCREDIBLE.  Absolutely INCREDIBLE.  BLOODY INCREDIBLE.  I just love Michael Sheen.  He is just so charismatic and fits Frost so well.  I had low expectations for this movie, despite it's Oscar buzz back in the ancient days of 2008.  It well surpassed them.  GO SEE IT.

Driving Miss Daisy (1989):  This is one of the sweetest movies I have ever seen.  Despite my minimal years,  I have seen A LOT of movies.  Morgan Freeman never fails to impress and surprise again and again.  Jessica Tandy played it so well.  If you don't know this movie, it is about Jessica Tandy, Miss Daisy and old stubborn Jewish woman who wants to continue doing things for herself, despite her age and inability to do these things.  When she gets into a car accident her son (Dan Aykroyd; also very, very good) hires a chauffeur, Hoke, Morgan Freeman.  It plays out from there.  This movie is so sweet and so lovable.  Another bittersweet ending, but I seem to love those.

That is all.  Love you nonexistants!

Addio,

Violetta

P.S.  I would like to share how much the Oscars SUCKED this year.  Both the show itself and the winners.  I really should have done a ballot contest, I got everything right!  As did the rest of the world.  I won't even mention Alec Baldwin and Steve Martin's little shtick.  Hitler memorabilia?  We're all Jews?  "Damn"  Hellen Mirren?  No.   

Dear Agony Review?

Ciao! I really feel that this blog is being abandoned . . . . VIVI. Kay, so I just got Breaking Benjamin's new album Dear Agony (I know, I'm late . . . VERY late . . . ) and I guess I'm going to review it since I have nothing better to talk about on this *pathetic* blog.
First off, I must say I am sort of a poser fan. I am proud to have been Breaking Benjamin's fan since BEFORE "Surrogates" (great movie, by the by. I love Bruce Willis, he's so amazingly hot in his semi-quasi old age and good taste in roles . . . ), but I haven't brought myself to buy their first two albums, Saturate and We Are Not Alone. Honestly, I don't LIKE those albums. Well, not the tracks I've heard anyway. (When I say "tracks" I may or may not be referring to the 30 second iTunes clips . . . ) I am a Phobia fan though. And Dear Agony.

DEAR AGONY

TURN ON: So overall,  I really like this album. It kind of carries on Phobia's darkness (which is NOT present in Saturate and We Are Not Alone, may I point out), while adding on a heavier. . . I want to say texture, but that would be just plain wrong. You get it though, right? No? Shut up.

TURN OFF: Almost every song on this album starts with a similar driving rift that too much of will give you a headache. Don't get me wrong, I like this sometimes, but my ears needed a break. Also, we NEEDED a tempo change-up. I really hated the consistent 4/4 tempo throughout the album, broken only by a few tracks (e.g., Anthem of the Angels and What Lies Beneath).

Song by song:

1) Fade Away– Verses somewhat reminiscent of The Diary of Jane, this one is cool and has superawesome syncopation. I like the chorus, which actually manages to stand out. The bridge . . . . basically nonexistent, but we'll forgive. 8.5/10

2) I Will Not Bow– Kay, so we've all heard this one, Breaking Benjamin fan or not (except for maybe Vivi, who is a pop-culture hermit (actually, that's not much of an insult at all).) on the radio, in Surrogates, or because your stupid friend with strange taste in music made you listen to it. This is great the first twenty (YES, twenty) or so times, but it seems overplayed to me. Nevertheless, good, good song, gets stuck in your head. 8.5/10

3) Crawl– Verses on this one are almost boring, but the chorus makes up for it with Ben's screaming which is like, totally . . . .  for lack of a better word (who am I kidding, this word is sex!) shmexy. Love the single bridgelike thingy. It's . . . . yep. Good, good. 8/10

4) Give Me a Sign– FAVORITE. SONG. EVER. EVER. EVER. For the moment anyway. No, really, this is my favorite song out of ALL of Breaking Benjamin's songs (closely followed by Breath). Emotion blast. Stays somewhat true to Phobia's sound, it FINALLY gives my ears a much-needed break, as it is somewhat quieter on the verses. Cool ornaments, and the end. Oh my god, CHILLS (except for how he says "eva" in place of "ever," which is just . . . . amazing. x]) Dude it looks like he has a double chin . . . . ) Love love love it. 10/10

5) Hopeless– Sorta quirky in the beginning. Verses are nondescript, considering the other tracks. The screaming is a nice touch and gives it more (REALLY for lack of a better word this time) ferocity. Zzzzing. Nothing too special among the others. 6.5/10

6) What Lies Beneath– I really like this one. It definitely stands out as it actually has dynamic variation. Packed with emotion, although sometimes the screaming breakouts seem out of place. With lines like "I will find what lies beneath/ Your sick twisted smile/ As I lie underneath/ Your cold jaded eyes," the feeling seeps out in more places than the others. 10/10

7) Anthem of the Angels– Cool orchestral intro (quickly joined by guitar of course). The verses are nice, but the chorus blows them out of the water. Lines like "I keep holding on to you/ But I can't bring you back to life" really lack emotion sometimes, which is disappointing since Ben's voice is so schmexily expressive. Gets great towards the end. 9/10

8) Lights Out– Oooh, angry. Angry song. Despite the same tempo and driving rifts, I really, really like this song. It's REALLY emotional. Angry. As I might've mentioned earlier. Screaming is plentifully sprinkled. Haha. "Screaming" and "sprinkled" just don't work. Lines like "I will remember how you scream/ I can't afford to care" and "As if I even care" give it an actual story. This song is yumful. 10/10

9) Dear Agony– Love. It's really emotional and nice and delicious. Lots of expression. I like that, in case you haven't figured that out. Really cool ornaments. The last bridge/chorus are great, great. And when he says "I'm so sorry" it's like DUDE, BEN, with this much emotion you could be Italian!! 10/10

10) Into the Nothing– Sounds a lot like "Dance with the Devil," except less angsty. The chorus is refreshing and nice. I've used that word a lot. It's a positive word. Overall a little bland on the emotion front, except the end makes up for it. He says "Stay with me, you're all I have left" quieter and then you know, sort of yells "I know we can make it all right" as he has with the rest of it, so it has this great like doubt twist. I know I'm really sucky at describing that and I totally made you not want to listen to this. 8.9ish . . . PFFFT FINE 9/10

11) Without You– I really like the scoops on the chorus, which is something you will NEVER hear an opera singer say. Nice close to the album with the orchestral stuff on the end. The verses are cool and different from the other tracks. Overall a not-too-special track though. (Except he says "foreva" in this one too! x]]) DOUBLE CHIN!) 7/10

Okay, thank you for pretending that you read this, Vivi. And no thanks to you stupid people that don't read this blog.
May I quickly note that OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, EVANESCENCE IS MAKING A NEW ALBUM AND SORTA SEMI-GOT BACK TOGETHER!!!!!!
Thank you for your time.

Ti amo e ciao!

Anna

EDIT: Kay, I went back and changed the ratings around a bit. They may seem high for those of you listening to the music, but you must believe me when I say these songs really grow on you.

Not dead? (Yet. . . . MUAHAHAHAHAHA)

GAH! I haven't posted in. . . a long time. Ummm. Yes. Life is quite uneventful. And there isn't much to write about. Which is probably why we have no followers. I'm a genius for figuring that out, right?
HOW WAS YOUR VALENTINE'S DAY? 
. . . fine then. Ignore me.
Jerk.
I bet my valentine's day was more pathetic than yours. I spent it playing Monopoly. Oh yes, I know. So very sexy. You're probably hyperventilating at the idea of how steamy it was.
And then President's Day. I don't know about you, but my school gives us like a whole week off for that holiday. And I'm always tremendously sick during that week. Last year I had appendicitis, so I was in the hospital recovering from surgery. This year I had some weird thing that was probably the result of MS knocking up the flu. . . .
There's an interesting mental image.
AHEM.
So yes, I know you are all devastated that Vivi and I did not do a collab post, but we were much too busy stuffing our faces with food (delicious food O.O . . . ), trying on ridiculously expensive dresses, and wasting our time watching movies to bother ourselves with it. Perhaps we will do one when we get together this summer. . . ? We shall see!
I am currently reading Frankenstein by the delightful Mary Shelley. I am glad she wrote this, because I don't think I could stand reading anything she had to say about herself. She is modest to a painful degree, and whenever you hear her on herself or her works, you really just want to stick a pistol in your mouth. Or hers. But seeing as she's dead, there could be some issues there.
I mean, it's somewhat understandable, what with her parents being famous. . . mathematicians? Scientists? Maybe one mathematician and one scientist? Or was one a writer? MOVING ON. Anyway,  her parents were really famous, and then her husband pretty much invented romantic French poetry, so I guess that would make you somewhat modest. . . . Still, it's a little sickening.
Oh, and the person who wrote the footnotes for it SUCKS. She gives away parts of it. If there's any mystery at all, she like blows it by sticking the answers at the bottom of the page.
I'm also reading The Shining by the (in)famous Stephen King. I don't like his hair. Which is obviously a reflection on his writing abilities. No, I love his writing, you can really hear the nineteenth century writers creeping in. Stalkers.
Kay, I have nothing more to say really. Sorry you had to sit through this, if you did indeed sit through it.
Ciao e ti amo,
Anna

Sicilians, ..., and ... OH MY!

I know how chronically depressed all of you plentiful followers are that Anna and I did not do a collab post.  Yes she was here in... New York City. (not suburb of ... nope, nope, nope) ("nope, nope, nope"? What the HELL was that)  What's beeping... did I light something on fire?) For.... approximately five days.  I know ONLY EFFIN' FIVE DAYS.  How sad.  Don't worry, we had plentiful amounts of pizza.  If you are EVER in the city.  You MUST try these places (all Sicilian, I am of Napoleon decent... I think Anna is, too... but that doesn't mean we can't honor Sicilian food.. and waiters who are too adorable...)

Per Bacco
Cacio e Vino (80 Second Ave., New York, NY 10003
nr. 4th St, the website sort of failed on my computer... so there is just the address)
Voloce Pizzeria

I'm sorry, that is all for now.  But, hey.  They are all three unbelievably scrumptious.  So, if your ever in the city, lovely followers, don't hesitate to go to any of them.  There is a lot of Italian in the East Village area... like on second and sixth far east area...

I have to watch Carrie and A Nightmare on Elm Street... I recently watched "La Vita è Bella" the one with Roberto Benigni.  The one he one the oscar for.  ("Life is Beautiful").  It was incredible.  A lot of critics said it wasn't possible, and reading the summary I agreed but thought it might still be good.  But when I saw the movie it is actually a lot more deep and... bella.  Than you would expect.  The beginning doesn't have much to do with the rest, but I think it serves as a nice introduction.  Life is Beautiful (english title) La Vita è Bella.  You must see it.  Well, I'm off! Without spellcheck...

Ti amo e ciao,

Violetta

January 7, 2010       12:05 am


Ah!  Sorry!  Forgot the title... um.  Can't think of a quote right now.  This will have to suffice.  Have you watched the five awesome gays youtube?  WHY NOT?!  To forth! ... to forth?  Well go! 


http://www.youtube.com/user/5awesomegays

BLECH. That is all.

Hello,  no one. I'm NOT going to bitch about my hair. I refuse. I am currently in Pennsylvania (not telling you where, though, you  48 year old perv who is stalking Vivioletta for her amazing blog sexiness. . . (not sure what that has to do with where in PA I am but. . .)). Tomorrow I get to see VIVI! I know you're all very excited, but please keep the girlish bouncing around excitedly to a minimum. . . . and yes, that includes you 48 year olds living in your moms' basements (we all know you're transsexuals with pigtails tied with floppy bows anyway. . . (what did that have to do with anything?? (I'm just kind of that way today I guess. . . ))) . . . Woah. That was epic. Triple parenthesis. (Stop licking the screen, you weirdos.)
ANYWAY, maybe Vivi and I will get a profile picture of us for this thing. Is that like exposing ourselves to you guys licking the screen? Well I don't know. I feel so bad that people have to misfortune to come across this post. It is epically sad. Hm. WHAT DID YOU GET FOR CHRISTMAS? Never mind, I don't care. I'd probably rather not know, considering that you start licking your dirty computer screen just because you witnessed the amazing sexiness of triple parenthesis. I don't want to know what you'd give to a person like that. Not that I have anything against you, I just don't think you look all that good in plaid. Well that came out of nowhere. You're so jealous though. And I don't do drugs. I get high off of hugs and LURV. But not pot. Or marijuana. Or speed. Or anything else like that. And I haven't had a hug since I left hell. The people in hell can get very hug-y. Just watch out or you'll get RAPE'd. Vivi, you better not delete this post.
Once you stop licking the screen and wearing plaid, I will put up some pictures that have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE HAIR COLOR I WANT TO GET BUT MY GETTING IT HAS CURRENTLY BEEN DELAYED BY THE STUPIDITY OF THE PEOPLE OF THIS WORLD AND CHEESECAKE. So don't say that it does. Because you're wrong. Lal fo uoy. (If you can read that, you're cool. Or dyslexic.)

"That son of a bitch cut me off!" - Maverick, Top Gun

Hey... there... fellow bloggers!  Followers... friends... Okay, as you can clearly see, well.. see?  Read... tell... Um.  I'm not feeling TOO bright today.  All is new is I DID see An Education... like two weeks ago. (has it really been that long?!?!?!)  It was truly, stunning.  I would without a doubt recommend it.  Okay... so.  Recently I've been watching a lot of movies (I KNOW what your thinking, no I don't care if as Anna pointed out that sounds stalkerish, "That's new?")  Well, an ESPECIAL lot.  You know the list of "500 Must-See Movies"?  Well, you do now.  I have it taped up onto my wall and have 73... no.. 74 down.  Just watched "Top Gun", um, no comment on that movie.  Tom Cruise is just SO GOOD at ... playing Tom Cruise.  Though the plans did entertain me slightly.  Needed a nice extremely 80's movie after It's A Wonderful Life.  As amazing as It's A Wonderful Life is... okay, I'm done.  Just felt like I owed it to ALL YOU LOYAL FOLLOWERS (hint, PLEASE follow us if your reading this!!!) to blog.  Or maybe just to Anna... hem.  Well!

Oh, and Anna.  Journalism is Schizophrenia?  Isn't that what THIS BLOGGING HERE IS?  Because... well no one really reads this.. (if you do, we don't know!  As you never comment or follow us, okay)

OH!  I forgot the title!  Right!  I think it sums up all of our feelings about life, especially around these joyous holidays.  I'm really sorry for putting you through this post, it is VERY spazzmic... Hem.  I promise whenever I blog again it will be something that has NOTHING TO DO with movies.  Well, maybe a paragraph about movies.......

Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Jakwanza(don't ask), whatever you celebrate! or just

Buon Natale a Tutti,

Violetta

JOURNALISM: The Accepted Form of Schizophrenia

Journals and diaries. I know what you're thinking. (Haha, I love saying that, doesn't it just mess with your head? "I know what you're thinking." "NO YOU DON'T YOU STALKER GET THE HECK OUT OF MY MIND.") Ahem. Sorry for that. Allow me to paraphrase: I know what you might be thinking. (Well that sounds lame.) You're probably wondering how weird you have to be to have enough to say on journals and diaries to blog about it. The answer is: this weird. . . obviously. (It's not such an amazing feat though, considering I just wasted a paragraph writing about writing about it.)
Okies, so first off, I do keep a journal. Not religiously, but I find that it's a nice way to vent. So most of the stuff in that journal is. . . angry (and explicit). That said, I don't really see the point of journals. Unless you show them to other people, you're basically talking to yourself. It's like the accepted form of schizophrenia (hence the title. I know it's sad that I'm self-righteous enough to quote myself (I'm really not) . . .  (Yay for double parenthesis!). . . ). So if you only write in circumstances like the ones I write in, you're pretty much just whining about how much your life sucks. And I've done plenty of that, I'm just pointing it out for those of you who may still be in denial.
And I know what all those people say, the whole "It helps you get through things, see them from a different perspective blah blah blah. . . " Okay, so maybe they don't do the "blah blah blah" part, but you get it. I don't know about you but I can see the most my situations pretty clearly. And I'm sorry that I don't believe that struggling to find the right sentence fluency so that it sounds good in words helps me in any way. (Is the sentence fluency thing just me? . . . I think it is. . . oh well. . . )
Also, what's up with all the fancy-looking diaries? Like the ones that say "TOP SECRET" or "DO NOT READ" across them? I'm pretty sure the CIA isn't interested in the boys you like or the new pink dress your mommy just bought you or what flavor lip gloss you wear. And what about ones like this?:

 

Is it just me or do these just scream "READ ME"? When I was little I just loved these kinds, with all the "secrecy"and keys that I lost. And my older brother just loved to find them and write in them and make fun of me for fantasizing about Orlando Bloom. It took a while, but finally I figured out that my underwear drawer wasn't a very original hiding place, and it's too irresistible to not read pretty little diaries with bows and hearts and bunnyrabbits on them. I now have a very creative idea for keeping my journal unread. I actually stole it from "How my Private Personal Journal Became a Bestseller" by Julia Devillers (I heard the Disney Channel turned it into a movie, which is insulting since everything that that channel touches dies) which was actually a pretty decent book. But I'll never tell. Who knows, my brother could be reading this. . . (Haha, I doubt he's still interested in that stuff anymore though. . .) Pretty much all I do is take a normal comp notebook and write Language Arts on the cover and voila! It is no longer interesting.
Oh. Oops.
Haha. Well I actually do have a lot more to say on this topic, as sad as it is, but I won't because I have a stupid concert to go to. Ti amo e ciao, mi amore. . . s. . . !

Anna

Christmas Shopping. . . FTW

Okies, so this blog is a request from my tutor. Actually, it was a way of getting out of writing this in class. But whatever.

Kay, I'm supposed to formulate an opinion on Christmas shopping. . . hmmm. Truth is, I couldn't care less. I mean, what's with the hype? You go out, you get Starbucks gift cards for a list of people that you haven't talked to for about a year and most likely won't talk to until next Christmas. Well, at least Vivi would get them Starbucks gift cards. That's her default. . .  Shhhh. . . *ahem* Anyways, my point is. . . . uh. . . . never mind, I don't have a point. It just seems kind of melodramatic and unnecessary to make such a big deal out of it. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love to shop. Lots of people like to shop. And I get why people like an excuse to buy stuff. But does it have to get so crazy when you actually have a purpose for shopping? I don't think so.
Oops. I think I just formulated an opinion. Kind of. Maybe. . . ? Hmm, I think it's good enough. Well, since I made all our avid readers sit threw a school paper thing, I'll throw in some badassical pictures:

 ^ Hey look! It's the economy! ^

SUPERHAPPYFUNSUSHI.

(If you can't read this, the first box says

Bella: Like, hi! My name is Bella and I'm a special and unique snowflake and I'm so pretty and nerds are so lame! Also, all the teachers and students at school think I'm sooo awesome!

Second Box

Edward: Hi, I am Edward and I am a vampire. I have no personality and you and I are void of any kind of actual chemistry.

Bella: Ooo. You're pretty! We should be in love! Let us frolic!

Edward: Okay.

Third Box

. . . .

Fourth Box

Random Ex-Twilight Fan: Okay, Father? I lit the movie on fire, but I don't think that did the trick. I can feel it. . . watching. . . Look, would you please just come over and exorcise the thing!? -Please? )

Haha, kay, hope I'm forgiven now. Loooooove you! *ahem* I mean, Ti amo, mi amore. . . s. . . ?

Anna

"Do I go for the guy without the shirt or the guy with the lipstick? What does my gut tell me? The one who doesn't fret for lack of clothes or the one with the lighted vanity who lives with a family of salon stylists? What would Liza Minnelli do?" - Mark Ramsey on New Moon, Movie Juice.com

Am I blogging?  Yes I'm blogging!  Because I know how much all you dedicated fans and followers out there missed me.  This week I will, yes I know an anomaly (no I did NOT look up how to spell that... well, right at this moment anyway) be stealing Anna's topic.  Well for the first half of this blog anyway.  I understand internet safety.  I mean if you have a name like mine you probably shouldn't give it out over the internet along with your tiny (incredibly over populated) state.  But, hey.  Italians are those whom overpopulate this state (as well as the Jews, both the cause of our fabulous delis) so maybe I can give away my first name.  Or maybe Violetta isn't even my name!  Regardless.  This is going to get off topic anyway.  So why don't I just bluntly break it off right now.  Mmm... deli.  OKAY.   Won't go down that road now.  HAPPY THANKSGIVING.  You know what, won't go down that road either.  I've decided to host an Italian feast every Thanksgiving to rebel against the Americans!  Columbus WAS Italian, so it does actually hold some sense.  Lasagna instead of turkey now that's nice progress if I would... you know what.  Let's talk about my next topic.

I watched (yes, I am pathetic and lack a life)  An Affair to Remember (I did cry, Cary Grant is the pinnacle of every woman's fantasy. Well, just killer-classy), Hollywood Hotel (just, happy), and To Catch a Theif (again, Cary Grant.  And Grace Kelly.)  They were all three incredible classics.  I would without a shadow of a doubt recommend them all.

Movies is the next subject.  What else?  Did you expect ME to make progress. Your all dying, I'm sure *ha. Sarcasm*, to read about New Moon.  The quote of this post, mixing it up with a critic.  I love that quote.  That quote perfectly defines the conflict of New Moon and Eclipse. I haven't seen it, and refuse to donate my scarce funds to assist employ Kristen Stewart and her unbearable acting.  Yes Taylor Lautner, too. Robert Pattinson, I hate his personality he is a conceited bastard who thinks himself modest making me hate him more, but his acting is not half that bad.  Not the next Cary Grant or even Johnny Depp (who is either?) but I can sit through a scene of his.  I might see it when it comes out on DVD, but I'll throw popcorn at it likely damaging my lovely 1985 TV (yes, I swear 1985 or earlier).  Though, I am dying to see "An Education"  I'm going to see it as well as "The Boat that Rocked" (Pirate Radio), again.  An Education got like 96% on Rotten Tomatoes and from my observation they have the tendency to be slight harsh.  I can't believe Old Dogs managed to secure only 6%.  I haven't seen it, but you think Robin Williams and John Travolta would save it from being a complete disaster.  Very few movies I've seen have received clear F's. 

Well, on another note.  As much as Pirate Radio exploited women (like most all modern movies), it was still an incredibly hilarious well acted British phenomenon, in my mind.  I am in love with British humor, and the British themselves for that matter, and then you throw in Phillip Seymour Hoffman and I'm sold.  I love him so much.  But definitely get to the theaters to see this one.  If you hate the plot close your eyes and listen to the music.  Oh god the music.  Is. So. Amazing.  An Education just looks really good and, again, British, and witty and every review I read said Carey Mulligan was without a doubt a find and her acting ability proves she may be the new Kate Winslet. (No one can really be that amazing, but we'll see)

No I have not seen Where the Wild Things Are.  Cut me some slack here.  Is it even still in theaters?

Okay.  I'm done.  An Education will be the topic of my next blog, I've become more of a movie review columnist on Anna's blog now haven't I?  Maybe just some dork who values parentheses and italics much too much.

Toodle-loo.  (No?  Too much?)

Ti amo e Ciao,

Violetta

INTERNET STALKING (Not another "Importance of Internet Safety" speech)

What? Vivi didn't give me a topic to steal? I have to think of something to talk about on my own? Unheard of!
Kay, so the last post was kind of. . . sad. And in order to prove my love for you (and lack of love for blogs demonstrated in the previous post), I will deviate from the "this-is-my-opinion-and-if-you-don't-agree-with-it-I-will-kill-you-because-anything-different-from-my-opinion-is-awful-and-sacrilegious" path. I will also resist the urge to go "Ummm, I don't really know what to write about. . . so. . . .  yeah. . . *precedes to talk about everything around them in an ADD manner*. . ." I am making an effort to make this interesting! Hmmm. Okay, for starters, I'm getting off Facebook so that I can focus fully on not having a life. . . . OH! That gave me an idea! Today's blog is about (drum roll please!). . . . INTERNET STALKERS! Yay! Or. . . . not. . . .
Alright, so I kind of have some personal experience with this. Every day on Facebook I get about six friend requests from guys like "Muhammed" or "Farid", or some other intimidating middle-eastern dude with no mutual friends that would stick me in a burka and marry me because he thought my profile picture was cute-ish. (I prefer to embrace my political incorrectness, so please do not take offense.) But really, would you WANT to marry a girl that was stupid enough to friend a *much* older man despite his possible questionable motives? (Oooh, big words, be proud!) I mean, what do they expect? "OMG, a friend request!!! I'll accept because having lots of friends on Facebook really gets me farther in life, even if I have no idea who they are!!"? That's realistic. I know that this isn't technically stalking, since it's multiple people and they don't really talk to me, but it still feels like harassment.
Now, despite what I just said, I don't get all the hype about internet safety. I know some people that would have a heart attack if they knew that I told people I live in South Dakota and my name is Anna via blog. But, I honestly don't see why that would be a cause for freaking out. I get it if I said like my last name, my phone number, my address, or even my city, but not for my name and state. (Did I just call South Dakota my state? Lets pretend I didn't. . . ) A lot of the stuff that guest speakers drill into your brains throughout elementary school (and I think they might've even extended it to middle and high school. . . ) is unnecessary and slightly paranoid. And I already get paranoia from my mother at home, so I could do without it at school.
Here are some lovely stalker images for your enjoyment:

I don't mind. . . :)

Well that's intense. . .

Kay, this was kind of short. . . ish. . . er. . . than other posts, but whatever. I can't really think of anything else soooooo, ti amo!

Anna

Music (And not the dreaded kind, either!)

Hello (two) followers! We love you! (I think a martini is in order for celebration!) I'm blogging again to make up for my "absence." Because I know how much it means to ALL of you. *Hint, hint* Today the topic is music (again). I first would like to admit to my new obsession with the fairly unheard-of band I Am Ghost. Vivi even confesses that she thinks they have talent! That's rare for her! (Please note that even though she may say this, it does not, under any circumstances, mean that she personally likes the band.) Anyway, I like them mostly for their versatility (think first alternative rock, then screamo, then Queen, then Latin masses, then violin solos, then halloween sound effects, then Spanish guitar, etc. . . . ).  And their album covers are also pretty sexy:

(Pictures posted to give the misconception that we are actually talking about something interesting)

First album (We Are Always Searching)

Second album (Lovers' Requiem)

Most recent album (Those We Leave Behind)


That was totally necessary. I know you all feel like better people. Anyway, Vivi and I have somewhat different taste when it comes to modern, un-classical music. I won't speak about her favorite bands, because if I get something wrong she'll eat me alive. (And Vivi, don't deny that you are reading this and nodding. . .) I really like bands like Evanescence, My Chemical Romance, Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy (this is getting a little mainstream. . .), Breaking Benjamin (and yes, I liked them before the movie Surrogates made them heard-of), Escape the Fate, Black Veil Brides, Metallica, Mayday Parade, etc. I think you get the idea. But I also (really randomly) like Sting, Michael Jackson (okay, well who doesn't?), Stevie Wonder, Kelly Clarkson (I seriously don't know why, I just looooove her. And yes, I am ashamed, so don't reprimand me, jerk), and. . . . a lot of other stuff that I'm sure you all really care about.
This is almost worst than a "this is what I did today" blog. But not worse than all of those blogs saying "Oh my god, Jonathan is five months, three weeks, six days, twenty one hours, and forty seven seconds away from turning four, as of eight seconds ago!" ISN'T THAT FREAKING EXCITING???? Ahem. Sorry. Those just really annoy me. You know those, right? Well, I clicked on the next blog button twenty times and kept track of how many blogs were similar to the latter. And this is an honest survey. So here are my results:

Baby/Pregnancy blogs, out of twenty randomly picked: 18
Other blogs, out of twenty randomly picked: 2

The remaining two were a blog describing this woman's marriage, play by play, and a poser emo blog talking about how much this one girl's life "sucks" even though any normal person's life would make hers look like a Disney movie. So there you have it. Vivi and I are one of the few teenagers swimming in an ocean of over-excited new mothers.
Well, this got off topic. . .
Ti amo!
Anna

Blindess in our Society

I'M NOT DEAD. Haha, I've beaten Vivi to the topic! (I'm surprised we haven't done this yet. . . the pun is coming later. . .) Men! (Haha, get it? Haven't done men yet? Cause it's like – okay, never mind. I thought it was funny.) BUT WAIT! Before you click out of this window because you think that this is just going to be a continuos flow of fangirl estrogen about how amazingly sexy all these actors are (which they aren't), you are wrong! MUAHAHAHAHA– sorry. This is actually a list of REALLY FREAKING OVERRATED celebrities! (And why I think so). And they aren't all even men! Enjoy!

• Matthew McConaughey. Okay, one, he is a terrible actor. Two, he isn't even all that cute, ESPECIALLY when he's blonde. Ugh. Ick. Gross. *shudders* Moving on! Three, he doesn't bathe (courtesy of Daphney for this disturbing fact). No joke. I mean, don't you think someone with SO many chick flick roles would have the common sense to worry a little about personal hygiene? Really. (I would also like to note that on almost every single article I've looked at regarding overrated actors, this man's name appears, so I am NOT alone in my opinion).

• Jim Carrey. Alright, he's got some funny stuff, but have you ever watched a movie that he starred in and thought, "Didn't I see the same character in the last movie?"? Because I have. Multiple times. If you've ever seen The Shining, once Jack went crazy, the only thing stopping me from honestly believing Jim Carrey had shot the rest of the movie was the fact that he was probably in his late teens, early twenties at that time it was made.  

• Disney Channel-based celebrities in general. That includes the infamous Miley Cyrus, Jonas Brothers, Selena Gomez, etc. Not only are they horrible actors, but they decide that since they can "act", they can obviously become wonderful singers. And some of us believe them. This is especially infuriating to me since I know of a few professionally trained singers who can't make a dime, no matter how talented they are. And these "talented young stars" can make millions off of people's ignorance. Ugh! It just makes me so angry!!

• Arnold Schwarzenegger. Okay, so maybe he is freakishly entertaining to watch, but it does get old. I mean, how far can you get with enormous muscles and a funny accent (no offense to all those Austrians reading this)? Total Recall was an OK story line, but it went in the wrong direction, and, let's face it, Arnold sucked. Terminator is, well, Terminator, but I don't think that he should've made it this far. The only thing he's really good for is Saturday Night Live material (Hanz and Franz, yah). 

• Orlando Bloom is really adorable, but he is a pretty bad actor. I mean, Johnny Depp crushed him in Pirates of the Caribbean, and Viggo Mortensen (sp?) in Lord of the Rings. I think he might need to give it up.

• Jessica Alba. She's not even hot anymore. What's the point?

• How do I hate Justin Bieber? Let me count the ways. Okay one, he is FIFTEEN. He needs to stop taking himself so seriously. Two, he sucks. He is no good at lyrics OR singing. Three, elaborating on my opinion on his singing, I would have to say he sounds like a prepubescent transsexual wannabe Justin Timberlake. And that, my friend, is a lot of adjectives.

• Dakota Fanning. That girl. Ooooooh. I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate that girl. I know you're not supposed to hate people when you don't even know them, but, oh god, I can't help it. I won't go into detail, as I have been trying to censor this blog, but suffice it to say that I think she must be one of the worst actresses I have ever seen.

• Paris Hilton. 'Nuff said.

• Alicia Keys cannot sing. For the life of her. Her music actually makes me feel suicidal. And I doubt that was the intention. I do not know what gives her the impression that she can act, either.

• Cameron Diaz. So The Holiday was an awesome movie, no matter what you say. (Vivi agrees.) But she really isn't a good actress. Every time I hear her voice I think of Fiona from Shrek. And her Southern accent in The Box sucked almost as much as the movie. She sounded like she was trying (and failing) to do a British accent. And I am almost too scared to see what she did to My Sister's Keeper, which was an amazing book, but I doubt the movie will be any good. Vivi and I are going to see it this Christmas. . . 

• Megan Fox. I honestly do not care what all the testosterone driven boys I hang out with think. She is the epitome of overrated. Sure, she's sexy, but really, she kind of makes me want to kill myself.

• Robert Pattinson. Okay, iffy actor, stupid person. Reeeeeeaaaalllly. With all the hype Twilight's getting (which it soooo doesn't deserve all the publicity it's getting), it's no wonder he's famous now, but still. Some of his more unheard of stuff is actually okay, but Twilight. . . ? Ugh, let's just say romance is not his forté. . . I'm done, I promise!

I could go on for days and days and days and days and days and. . . I think you get the idea. But I will not! Because I luuuuuuurv you! Okay! For now I will say arrivederci e ti amo!

Anna

"I see a man who has serious intentions, that's Levin; and I see a peacock, like this featherhead, who's only amusing himself." Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina, Novel

Hello our fellow followers!  Or not... that's ... acceptable.  Please, please, please, follow us to show your support if you'd like us to go on blogging!  I was waiting for Anna to blog so I wouldn't seem... too obsessive.  But, clearly it's been a week and she has not.  So I'll have to take the reigns in this instance.  I went to the Met Museum today, pleasant.  I went on the Egypt gallery tours (admittedly not my favorite ancient, but interesting nonetheless)  I then went to the American Wing and looked at the period rooms.  Gorgeous, god, everything gorgeous.

But anyway, the quote.  I did not read the book.  I know, I'm sorry.  I saw the 1948 movie with Vivien Leigh directed by french director Julian Duvivier.  I thought it was fabulous.  Vivien Leigh's performance was brilliant as usual, but the directing was very inventive as well.  I can't really go into details through text, but it's a must-see.  So, if you get a chance, go do so.  I keep running out of things to talk about.  I got a new phone... how uninteresting is that.  But I'm taking full advantage of the full keyboard and considered typing this on it, but then I decided that would be stupid, then I would very likely lose it.  So I'm on my crappy dell inspiron laptop. You know what I hate?  All those useless notifications on facebook.  I'm sure four hundred people say this daily, but people tag me in things, and I don't even bother looking at them except I get all these useless notifications of people commenting on that.  Facebook is addicting, but a nuisance nonetheless.  This week was really ridiculous.  In a sort of good bad way... I really don't want this blog turning into a "this is what I did today" blog, like I said before, so I'll stay off of that.  Except I despise hypocrits I might be one myself for saying that, but god there's this girl...

Nevermind.  I'll stay off that.  I had a sabrett today, scrumpcious and cheap.  The definition of what food should be.  Well, now I'm babbling arn't I.

Un bacio i miei amici sconosciuti,

Violetta

"Come in, Come in! We won't bite you until we know you better." - Anita, West Side Story (1961)

Buon Mercoledi!  (?)

The piano tuner is downstairs, he just played a little West Side Story medley, so I decided to make that my quote.  He's really good!  Bernstein, I've tried to play it, it's really hard.

Anna's post killed me, did it not kill you?  It most certainly murdered my soul.  Vorrei caprese, e cannoli, e tiramisu, e CANNOLI.  Those cannoli's look absolutely scrumpcious, can you disagree?  Doubt it.  Oh Anna I love you, but tuo abbatimento mi.  (I believe that is incorrect, but close enough.  Must be an american expression...)  I have no idea what to talk about today.  French food, to steal Anna's idea of stealing my idea by stealing Anna's idea? (non capisco, I know)  Maybe next time, I covered the basis two, three posts ago.

I STILL have not seen Where the Wild Things Are.  I WILL this week, I swear it.  Prometto, Prometto, Prometto. (Promise, Promise, Promise) I have to see Fame too.  Though the trailer hurts.  I'll go on about that some other day.  Aw merda.  I really require a cannoli right now.  Biscotti might suffice.  Or a croissant... I should go now before I make myself die of hunger.

Un bacio tutto e arrivederci,

Violetta

STALKERS.

Okay, I know posting two blogs within a period of about twenty minutes is breaking like some record of having no life, but I felt the need to express my irritation with the new mothers who have blogs for the sole purpose of posting their newborn's every move. I mean, honestly, who cares what kind of pureed fruit Timmy ate today? Can you please SHUT UP? I feel extremely bad for the kids whose parents' are like tabloid reporters on only a slightly smaller scale. I mean really, people. Get a life. (That was soooo not hypocritical.)

Bacio il Cuoco! : Italy and Food

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE HUNGRY. IT IS JAM PACKED WITH AWESOMENESS OF DOOM AND. . . . STUFF. . . .

Okay, first off, please allow me to clear this up. For all those midwesterners out there that are under the misconception that the word "Italian" is pronounced with an emphasis on the "i", I will kill you if you do not stop. This food of amazingness (that we are so deprived of in this godforsaken region) is not from the country I-taly. There are few here that are that stupid. So why do you insist on saying "Italian" wrong? And it may seem like I am making a big deal about this, but believe me, it is enough to drive someone like my insane(er than I already am). Thank you.
Anyway, I will get on with this! I must say I am constantly in awe at how Italians can take the simplest (and freshest) ingredients and create something so mouthwatering.
I mean, look at this:

Caprese

Buffalo Mozzarella: If you have not had this, you have not lived. Try it NOW.

Bruschetta (Geez, this is a good picture.)

Do you really need a caption?

Alright, a show of hands of who wouldn't want to eat here. The lack of may or may not have something to do with our little amount of readers, but whatever.

Why does this come up when you Google image search fettucini? 

The REAL Fettucini: Ah, this is what we were looking for. After all, who needs a girl with a butt the size of a small country when you could have this?

Classic spaghetti and meatballs: It never gets old

Ah-ha. Here it is. Soak it in South Dakotans, because this is the real deal. So next time you're hauling your white, ranch dressing-loving butt to Pizza Hut (haha, I rhymed, are you proud?), think of this and be ashamed!

Mmm, calamari. I love this stuff.

Ah Vivi, here is your tiriMIsu. See? I pronounced it like you via blog! Be happy!

Cannolis, also for you, mi amore. (Yes, you stupid spell checker, I am sure that cannolis is a word. . . jerk.)

Okay, you may think you have an idea of how long I could go on like this, but believe me, you don't. Soooo, I will go now. This was mildly long, but that's okay, since it was hopefully as yummy for you as it was for me. ^_^ Ti amo e ciao!

Anna

"If you had a balloon that could carry a man to mars and the pilot you picked disappeared, would you get in the balloon yourself and cast off?" * - Dr. Jekyll, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1941)

Happy Halloween!

I wanted to do something extroadinary for all you dedicated readers out there, but... well failure, on both accounts.  Right now I'm watching Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  The 1941 version with Spencer Tracy, Lana Turner, and Ingrid Bergman.  I've only got to the part where he JUST turned into Hyde, so I can't give anything away, even if I wanted to.  Ingrid Bergman's cockney accent is like nails on a chalkboard, but other than that, it seems like a decent movie.

Today kind of sucked, just a bit.  I didn't go "trick-or-treating" and had no costume.  So I just sort of moped about.  I was planning on being Alice, but originalized (like Lewis Carroll's illustrations, i.e. image below), you could say.  That failed.  Oh and I have no friends to go with, due to the fact that Anna lives thousands of miles away.  I put so much work into my pumpkins, that was entertaining at least.  I just took pictures, and I don't know where the camera cord is, so you won't see those.  Gesu... when did this become a "this is what I did today" blog!  But that is what I did today.  Not to mention the purple temporary hairspray-dye I stuck in my hair, I stuck my head in the sink, but I need shampoo.  It's so annoying.  So, yes.  I'll go finish that movie now... I hope Anna enjoyed her halloween.  Oh, and note, that quote cannot be exact.  I should just rewind the movie... but, eh.   I can't find it online.  But you get the point, just put it in a Spencer Tracy voice, and we've got it! (*I fixed the quote, that is exact.)

 

See, now this isn't too long now is it.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, don't die.

Ti amo e ciao,

Violetta

"Leave the gun, take the cannolis" - Clemenza, The Godfather (1972)

Oh, come on.  Like you didn't know that quote was going to come up at some point.  Want to know where to get amazing cannolis?  Anthony Bourdain and Mario Batalli went there, I've been going there since I was a little girl.  Gencarelli's Bakery in Bloomfield, New Jersey.  Cannolis are my favorite pastry (and I am a great lover of pastry) and I just got a cannoli there recently.  They must have just made the cream.  It was to die for.  I mean really.  My last meal would be grilled cheese and tomato soup (made by Thomas Keller, I'm addicted to Bouchon's, on Columbus Avenue in the Mall, NYC, grilled cheese and tomato soup)  or duck.. regardless.  Grilled cheese and tomato soup and a cannoli/cheesecake/creme brulee for desert.  Oh my god, YES.  Sorry, foodie moment right there.  Also Modern Pastry in Hartfield, Conneticut.  My mom apparentally went there when she was in college.  Those pastries are to die for, like Gencarelli's, trust me it's worth the schlep from New Jersey, or wherever you live.  Oh yes, food.  Joe's Shanghai in Chinatown is really amazing chinese food.  Just thought I'd share that.  Though most any chinese in chinatown is...


Anna said I should write a short post, you know, (i.e. Anna's post below...)

"When I see a long paragraph it looks intimidating and I don't want to read it" - Anna

Haha.  So here's a non-intimidating short (er) paragraph for you all. 

Ti amo e ciao,

Violetta 

Gothic Lolita Obsession

Alohas! Yessss, one follower! We love you! Anyway, in order to follow my pattern of copying everything Vivi does (although we do have different things to say on the topics), I will talk about fashion. My clothes obsession du jour is the gothic lolita (nicknamed gothic loli, for future reference) street fashion that is growing in popularity in Japan. As scene/emo style is becoming more mainstream here (yes, I know, the midwest can be a bit slow. . . . okay, that's an understatement), I am giving up my colored skinny jeans and purple-streaked side bang-bob (well, as soon as my hair grows out anyway. . . ) for black lace, sweet ruffles, and long black hair. x]
For all of you who don't know what gothic loli is, please do not confuse what I am talking about with the street term "loli" or "lolita" (a prepubescent girl who is either sexually active or attracted to much older men). It is a fashion based off of the elegant victorian/gothic dress style, sweet, elegant dolls, and the idea of being cute over sexy (this is actually quite common in Japan as you can see with the popularity of Hello Kitty among adults). Sweet lolita is usually cute little dresses with lots of lace and bows or ruffly skirts with knee high socks. It is usually in red, white, pink, yellow, things like that. Gothic loli is just like that except in colors like black, purple, and red, with a more punk-ish edge and maybe a little higher platform mary janes. x]

Sweet Lolita:

This may look like a little girl's dress (which I guess is kinda the point), but it is tailored to fit a woman.

 Haha, well, this Japanese girl does look a little like a 12 year old.

Soooo cute. Looove the sweetheart neckline. :D Gah, that smiley doesn't work in this font.

Hey look! It's my name! XD This shows you more of the details of the dress. Are you sensing the key factors (bows, lace, ruffles. . .)? Haha, well I'll give you one more for good measure.

Okay, I think you get the idea.

Gothic Lolita:

Kind of looks like Victorian mourning clothing. Head dresses (smallish ones) are also popular.

Love this one. Except this is longer than the usual lolita skirts.

Is she not the cutest thing you have ever seen?? (Well, except for you Vivi, darling. Love you!)

This one is super interesting. At first I wouldn't touch it (or click it, to be literal), but it's grown on me. I mean, look at the bottom. The ribbons may be a bit much, but still. And the sleeves. . . oh, I just love it. Excuse me as I'm at a loss for words for fashion. . . that's not shallow at all. . .

Well at least I don't have to worry about copyright infringement here. It's not like they STAMPED THEIR NAME ALL OVER THE IMAGE or anything.

[vivi fixed it showing up way under the image because it was pissing her off! - vivi]
[nevermind, won't work, damn it will have to continue to piss me off - vivi]

(Sorry if this showed up waaaay below the image, my computer's freaking out) Kay, so this doesn't look so good on the model, but try to get past it. The little hat thingy is pretty typical of this style. This is more of a Hot Topic looking dress with the chains and all.

I give full credit to the girl on Etsy.com who made this. I LOOOOOVE it and am attempting to recreate it myself, despite my lack of ability to sew. Unfortunately, I don't have 200 something dollars to blow on this (it comes with the dress, not the girl x[ Haha)

The front of another awesome Etsy creation.

The back of the image above. No not directly above you idiot, above above. Sheesh. x]

The Accessories:

Aww, such a sweet little umbrella.

Oh my god. . . . . this lace. . . . *licks picture*

Sweet lace head dress thingy. Wonder how it attaches. . . ?

Haha Vivi, please excuse this. I think you may be a little tired of my corset obsession. Next time I don't like your topic, maybe I'll post something on corsets just to spite you! Muhahaha! Ti amo, mi amore! <3

This is probably going to be too much with all the frivolous (but still lovable) little details on the dresses, but still adorable.

Platform Mary Janes. 'Nuff said.

I could put sooooo much more on here, but I doubt this blog format thing has the space for it, and I know  I don't have the time. If you're interested in this kind of stuff or just plain bored (since a lot of this is really quite entertaining), look up "gothic lolita" or "sweet lolita".

Love you guys that don't exist!

Anna