the thing about the oscars (and kelly osbourne)...

Blogging about Oscar dresses seems kind of laame to me, but I became so aggressive and agitated last night that I think its appropriate.
Here are my two favourite dresses of the night--coincidentally, on two of my favourite actresses:Scarlett was in D&G and Mila was in Elie Saab. Hands down my favourite dresses of the night..probably because they're my style, and things I'd wear if I were ever invited to the Oscars (loool).

I was watching the E! pre-show, with fashion spectating by Kelly Osbourne and that big-headed girl.
When Mila and Scarlett arrived, the hosts didn't have much to say. They complimented the dresses, but when looking back a little bit later, big-headed girl made a comment about Mila's dress being "simple". And then, AND THEN, Kelly Osbourne made some crack about Scarlett's dress not being nice enough for the Oscars. Something about it being too plain, followed by a "I mean, this is the Oscars."

All right. I didn't agree with ol' Kel, but whatever. Whoo cares. Those two are the ones with the fashion reporting jobs, not me.

But now, lets discuss the dress that best actress nominee Jennifer Lawrence was wearing and the reaction it received.
Here is the dress: Calvin Klein and obviously looked so awesome. But the first thought that came to my head was "hmm, that's pretty simple."
I waited for Kelly and BHG, who had just accused the sex bombs in lace of being too simple for the Oscars, to comment on Jennifers dress. But all Kelly exclaimed was how elegant and stunning it was.

Kelly.
Okay.
Jennifer's dress rocked. But lets not be hypocrites here. I refuse to, even as a 20-year-old college student with no experience in the fashion industry, sit here and be told that Scarlett and Mila's dresses were not particularly Oscar worthy while Jennifer's Calvin Klein dress was.
JUST SAYYYINNNNNN.

Check yoself before you wreck yoself.

Annnd I'm spent.

zoe zoe

If you know me, you know I have a pretty big obsession with neutrals and oversized attire. I like colour, and I wear colour (I've been venturing into the world of vibrant patterns lately), but I'm a sucker for black and white. I own a stupid amount of plain tees and black tights and leggings...and a stupid number of black, white, and grey scarves. Really, I just like basics. And the ability to dress basics up. So, when I came across Zoe Jordan's Spring '11 collection, you can understand why I found it so appealing. Here's a few pics:
Delicious. {http://www.refinery29.com/rev-up-your-wardrobe-with-zoe-jordans-spring-2011-collection/slideshow#slide-15}

going to california

I have the overwhelming desire to move to LA and become an actress right now.
As I lay in my bed, staring outside at the black night sky of this cold and grey city I live in, I'm feeling a twinge of jealously towards all those beautiful people I just spent 5 and a half hours swooning over on the Oscars.
That shows makes you pretty pathetic, really. My roommates and I turned on the pre-show at 6:30 and didn't peel ourselves from the couches until the closing monologue at midnight. I mean..really?
It's okay though. Like I said, it made me want to move to LA and pursue acting. I get this feeling every time I watch the awards--not that I would ever pursue it since I am a really bad actress who gets giggle fits every time I'm forced to be serious-- but I like to feel inspired.
Obviously.

While I won't be making the move anywhere for a while (at least a year) it looks like I will be heading to good ol' SoCal at the beginning of May for a much needed vacation with my best friend. We're going to be staying in Santa Monica and doing all the cliche Hollywood tourist things ("Point me towards James Franco's house please"). Everything is basically set, but I'm just waiting to hear if I have a job lined up for the summer. If so, I will be granted a parental loan to hop on a flight to LAX. Thank the lord.
I've been to San Fran (nom) but never LA, and I have a feeling once you get me there it will be hard to get me to leave. I couldn't get enough of the people and the mood of San Francisco, where the days are colder and blanketed with fog yet everyone is still strangely happy and helpful. So, I'm hoping the mood of Southern California is even better.
I don't want to talk about it too much, because i have a fear of jinxing it. Especially because my best friend and I have a brutal tendency to plan trips that always fall through (simply because we're both so broke it's pathetic). But I have a good feeling about this one. I mean, we bought guide books...that means serious business.

I really just felt the need to post something on here tonight, since I'm so off and on. I'll probably be posting some fashion stuff this week, with the help of a friend. But as for now, quick ramblings about the not-so-exciting goings on in my life is all ya get.

i've never gotten used to it, i've just learned to turn it off

I probably open a fresh entry on this blog a good 4 to 5 times a week.
I sit there staring at the blinking cursor, racking my brain for something clever to type. Anything remotely interesting.
And it's funny, because for someone whose had a shit tonne of shit going on in her life, I'm not very good at thinking of something interesting to talk about...maybe a subtle hint that I should give up my desired profession ?

It's Friday night, but the day is kind of irrelevant to me. Honestly, about an hour ago I thought it was a Tuesday. When you're living at school and "So, are we drinking tonight?" is asked nightly, the name of the day doesn't matter much.
I had a pretty good day. The weather is ridiculous (I WALKED ON GREEN GRASS TODAY!!) and beautiful, so I spent the majority of my afternoon driving around in my car and listening to my favourite summer tunes (Andrew Vanwyngarden for the win) to peak my mood.
When I drive around and listen to songs I've been listening to religiously since the summer of 2008, its bound to take me on a trip down good ol' memory lane.
I was thinking today about how much I've changed over the past couple of years. I'm highly aware of it, and I also know that everyone changes once they leave high school and actually grow up and move on with their lives. I guess I just didn't realize how much I would change... I thought I was pretty set with myself by the time I was 18. But since then I've experienced a bunch of new things that have completely altered my perception and views on my life: I moved out, went to college, fell in love, fell out of love, etc. etc. And while some of the stuff I went threw completely blows and I hope I NEVER have to experience it again, I think I'm finally at a place where I can say I don't have any regrets.

See, I have this thing where I seem to enjoy living with regrets. Correction: I don't enjoy it, but my mind seems to think I do. I am just the worst person in the entire world at letting things go. I dwell, I over think, I dwell some more, I smack myself for not doing things differently, not saying the right thing, or (this one is classic Sarah) saying too much and not being able to drop it.
And this past little while, I've come to realize that feeling this way-as hard as it is to shake- isn't getting me anything or anywhere. My inability to let things go is just preventing me from being that happy-go-lucky person that I used to be, and who I've desperately been wanting back for the past 4 months.
It's focked.
There comes a time when you need to stop hoping the past will relive itself because it won't. Things changes and people definitely change, and you can't always blame yourself for that.

So. By telling myself that ridiculously lame shit that I just posted in my blog for people I know to see (looolz) I'm finally at a place in my life where I'm slowly pushing past regretting things. I can't do anything differently, and I need to stop wishing that I could. There's no changin' the past. I'm not Michael J Fox.
("Why does Michael J. Fox make an amazing milkshake?"...."Because he uses the best ingredients.")

It's my Reading Week right now and I'm soo looking forward to getting some much needed shit done for myself. It's so nice to finally say that I'm moving on and finally getting my old self back. And if you're reading this and rolling your eyes.... hi :)

ho ho ho..

Check my tumbly! Merry HOHO!
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snow daze

The unfortunate temperatures of London as of late have really made me question my university choice--simply due to the geographical factor, of course.
I've said it before (a few times, I'm sure) and I'll say it again: I HATE THE COLD.
If you've had the pleasure of running into me on campus or just in general within the last couple of weeks, during which the temperatures have plummeted to the negative 20's, it's probably quite obvious. I walk around bundled in mismatched mittens, scarves and hats (only the warmest will cut it), swearing to myself and tripping over my own feet. I arrive at my location ready to punch someone straight in the face, my nose running and cheeks burning.
I'm a joy in the winter, really.

HOWEVER, let's just discuss the fact (while we're on the topic) that it's not even winter yet. Technically, according to the laws of nature, it is still "autumn". I find this hard to believe, as I'm staring out my window right now at four feet of snow and an apparent icicle forrest that has taken form on my roof.
What is happening to the world!!

If you haven't guessed it by now, I'm not having the best of nights. I am attempting to blame the snow and cold weather but, while it is a contributing factor, today and tonight have just blown in general.
It was a snow day today(again.), and while it didn't affect any of my exams (thank god), it did prevent me from getting to the library, the only place I can remotely focus on studying. I spent the afternoon procrastinating in every way I could, and now I'm sitting here the night before an exam for a class I never attend, with only about 1/3 of the course information memorized, procrastinating MORE by blogging.
I really have no one to blame but myself and my apparent A.D.D, but it's still frustrating.

Anyway...
Tomorrow is my last exam of the year (awaahooohhhwo!) and then it's home for the holidays! ...Kinda. I'll be sticking around London for a few post-exam days of drinks and roommate birthday celebrations (the little one is finally legal!). And THEN it's home for 2 blissful weeks of turkey, presents, and friend reunions. Those are my favourite part about the holidays: friend reunions. It's not necessarily a huge deal, since the majority of my high school lives in London anyway, but its always great to have everyone together in one place and under so much alcoholic influence.
It's the most wonderful tiiiime of the yeaaaarr.

I can't WAIT for tomorrow to be over.

stranded

I'm sitting at home--home home-- wondering why I don't check the weather more often.
I opted to drive home this Saturday because my family was going Christmas tree hunting/decorating and, since I'm lame, I really wanted to be involved. So I drove the 1.5 hour drive home with the plan to return to London on Monday.
However, when I woke up this morning I was informed that London has been covered with a ridiculous amount of snow. Everything is closed down (including school) and driving is ridiculous. And it's NOT SUPPOSED TO LET UP ANYTIME SOON.

And here's the thing: I'm down for snow days and it's wonderful that school is cancelled. But all of my exam studying materials and clothes are in London, and apparently I will not be able to get back there anytime soon.
So here I sit, at home, anxiously waiting for The Weather Network to inform me that the snow is finally slowing down.

I keep forgetting winters here and I actually have to keep an eye on the weather before I set out on journeys.
Fock.

Also, I may or may not be a little jealous that my roommates get to play in the snow without me.
God damn.