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.

she caves

so, readers (we have comments! you actually exist! yayyyy) you may not know our real names, or see our faces, but that doesn't mean you don't have to know about us! so heres a little intro post i never got around to because i get so distracted by pretty editorials and neutral milk hotel songs.

WHO AM I??
i am breezy callahan or rose wallace goldaline or that name they call me in real life... i'm arrogant and so happy and unaffected and introspective and witty and occasionally charming and sad ocasionally too. i've never had a boyfriend and this is apparently a big personality flaw for me. i crave deepness and intelligent conversation but i'm also very shallow. i have more empathy and love for the world than i can speak but i also mock-hate very many things. i make mean jokes. i like to think i listen. i am obnoxious. but i'm mostly just happy.
location
nowhere, british columbia, canada
favourite music
in order of soul importance
neutral milk hotel, bob dylan, conor oberst/bright eyes, tom waits, leonard cohen, the knife. bands that i enjoy a lot but are not my favourites: belle and sebastian, the animal collective, the velvet underground, modest mouse, radiohead, the microphones, the black heart procession
favourite books
jane eyre, franny and zooey, the golden compass, its kind of a funny story, the catcher in the rye.
favourite things
acting acting acting god tension on stage just makes me thirsty for life and art and co-operative creation and i can't speak how much i love it. sorry, just did some scene work and got good feedback and nothing ever feels so happy or real ^_^
blogging is good too, soy vanilla yerba matte lattes, the painting of jeff mangum my brain twin made me, fun at work, field trips, giddiness, dancing all night, my cats, fashion magazines and tea, high waisted skirts and accidentally ripped tights and my little black boots, my moleskine, gossip girl, boston legal and alan shore, jeff mangum's voice, conor obersts whispers and cries and bob dylans croaking, zelda: the ocarina of time, childhood flames, arienette, my brain twin, RK CB SC and RG, leather backpacks, my jackets, my triblend cardigan (but not american apparel per say), almost famous, v for vendetta, life.
quotes
"how strange it is to be anything at all"
jeff mangum, in the aeroplane over the sea

"for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis'
e.e. cummings

"The important thing is to not stop questioning"
albert einstein

"I will, in a minute, in just a minute. Why are you breaking down, incidently? I mean if you're able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can't you use the same energy to stay well and busy? All right, so I'm being unreasonable. I'm being very unreasonable now. But, my God, how you try what little patience I was born with! You take a look around your college campus, and the world, and politics, and one season of summer stock, and you listen to the conversation of a bunch of nitwit college students, and you decide that everything's ego, ego, ego, and the only intelligent thing for a girl to do is lie around and shave her head and say the Jesus Prayer and beg God for a little mystical experience that'll make her nice and happy."
franny and zooey

"Somewhere out there is the origin of all the Dust, all the death, the sin, the misery, the destructiveness in the world. Human beings can’t see anything without wanting to destroy it, Lyra. That’s original sin. And I’m going to destroy it. Death is going to die."
the golden compass

i am currently wearing a navy blue tank dress and big mismatched wooly socks.

ummmm that is all!
go obama!
bright eyes - four winds

love,
breezy

voxtrot

faking fashion

wang

chairlift

PANTS

shes delicate and seems like the mirror

streetstyles

voices echo, this is what salvation must be like after a while

bob dylan - visions of johanna
i love this song so much it hurts. brilliance brilliance brilliance

breezy

soft

faking fashion

i'm sorry your hallows wasn't better airy, mine was sort of weird. i enjoyed myself in the moment but i am just tired and sad and want someone to yell at me so i can cry and feel better.

if music was my family: tom waits would be my grandfather, bob dylan my father, conor oberst my little brother and jeff mangum my husband. that sums me up pretty well i guess.

i could enjoy retail therapy. i don't know. i'm just feeling destructive. no one reads blogs for personal bullshit anyways.

breezy freezy