letter of resignation

I regret to inform all of you that I will no longer be posting on Heartbreak Stroll. This may be an indefinite leave, or just for an extended period of time. This blog has been a fairly big part of my life, and I think I can also say Breezy's, but for many reasons I don't feel it's necessary to name you will no longer see posting under my name. I will however, most likely still comment on your blogs and you can contact me through HBS's email. If any of you reading this have livejournal, you're welcome to add me here. Thank you all for the wonderful time, I've enjoyed all of it. Even the little comments have changed me and I won't forget any of it!

Much love to all, Arienette.

what i hate

tim. what a jerk.

maybe

the girl wearing these shoes looks so kick ass. i want them badly. school= death. i'm about to die die die.

crate digging

stefan glerum

absolutely.

the only thing on my agenda last night was to be ridiculous and try to not die. i succeeded in both, thank god i'm classy. oh and also thank you lord for drunken friend's facebook albums.. they crack me up. i will not be attending a party any time soon breezles.

he was a good man

maricormaricar

buckets o rain

it's raining like a mother today. i find this salvador dali painting really interesting and kind of reflective of everything going on right now. work work work today then i guess party... anyways, this is a boring post. i've been wearing basically the same thing every day: aa v neck, skinny jeans, scarf, cardigan, converse. blah. *ting* have a lovely day.

shredder

holy shit. the rest of the collection can be seen here. i would go iiinsane.

oooh

go to sleep- radiohead
a punch up at a wedding- radiohead
killer cars- radiohead
all i need- radiohead
nude- radiohead

the last one is just because the possibility of being naked on saturday night is very high.

i must be high

note: i would also settle for these, these and these.

i will give you a ridiculous amount of money for this RL

smart went crazy

hello! i'd imagine this'll be a fairly large post. first off WOOOOOOOOO OBAMAAAAAAA. now that i got that out of my system, i would just like you all to see some photos that have recently given/shown me inspiration.

this is fucking paper^

(chantelle dosser, unknown, justin lee, juergen teller, unknown)

in other news i have almost completed my second shirt. people at our school aren't really sure what to think when they see shredding a shirt in the middle of a biology class as the teacher's talking about mitochondria and chloroplasts. but they all seem very interested in how i'm destroying an article of clothing with just my fingers. i didn't go to school today.

franny, you're human too.

well i guess if breezy did it i should too... man, if i used that as my motto life would be a whole lot more... hyper. my name is arienette, no it isn't my given, or some people call me 'the girl whose boobs fall out of her shirt all the time'. i really wish i was interesting, i really do.. the truth is, i'm not. i very rarely go out to parties, and i hardly ever do school work. i guess you could say i'm a regular holden caulfield. music is seriously one of the most important things to me. i'm mean and sad and stupid and rude and on the occasion charming/nice, plus i take too many mental health days. people don't expect me to be nice, but i usually am when i'm tired. i tend to get stressed out over the simplest of things. i cry and scream and then i'm normal again. i don't usually talk to a lot of people and i only really pretend to listen because, well, i hate my school and the people there. i wish i had a song written about me other than a stupid rap or one taken out of a phone conversation. i guess just want someone to love me.
location: bc, canada
M-U-S-I-C: conor oberst/bright eyes, jim james/my morning jacket, m. ward, beck, SMASHING PUMPKINS, wilco, radiohead, the velvet underground, bob dylan. those are my painful favourites, the ones i nearly cry to when i listen. i occasionally listen to rap too.. i have such a twisted taste of music.
oh, my social life disappears when i devour a good book: the catcher in the rye, raise high the roof beams, carpenters, seymour an introduction (basically all salinger), franny and zooey, creature(although that's more of pictures), shakespeare, nietzsche.
my life consists of: skipping school for hot chocolates on dreary mornings, photography, fashion of sorts, reading. music is lovely. i like work on slow days, the ones where i get to do absolutely nothing and still get paid. i enjoy the people i work with. swinging under the stars on a drunken canada day. fireworks and not fighting. pyschology class. cynical people. sexist jokes(mm. here's one: woman's rights!). not being recognizable. seeing a significant other after a long time of being apart(or just reunions in general). cute crushes. bailey's in the ol coffee.. what? various beverages. stupid three second conversations, although at the same time i hate those. i long to be accepted and loved by everyone, and at the same time wish everyone would just leave me alone so i can zone out and read.
they said it best
akron/family- franny/you're human
atmosphere- always coming back home to you
smashing pumpkins- ugly
smashing pumpkins- mellon collie and the infinite sadness
m. ward- undertaker
my morning jacket- nashville to kentucky
xoxo -a.

voxtrot

faking fashion

wang

chairlift

PANTS

guuuh

i want you

closer

unfortunately it was not cloudy/foggy.

take me higher

some required

breezy is out dancing it up and staring at some hot german guy's face, while i'm tuned in to david letterman, waiting to see ashley olsen. after padraic yelling i quickly got out of that situation by going silent and making it awkward, thus ending my phone conversation. i felt a little strange today because i finally went to a full week of school. tomorrow is halloween, obviously, and breezy and i are spending some rad time with friends under the fireworks(breeze if you by chance read this before we see eachother i can either get there at six or four). i'm not sure how i'm feeling about halloween this year, to be honest. -a

oh love