8:06AM

Breakfast, lunch and dinner. You just don't know.

AM I NOT ALWAYS BE WANTING THIS?

I'd completely forgotten about her. She used to be one of my favourite models in the preteen days. Here is Omahrya Mota Garcia doing her craziest best to be everything I could only ever dream of being. FIERCE! I don't know what it is that attracts me to her; she just has that beautifully battered and blistered look. I wish I could tell you what this shoot reminds me of...

Anyway, there are so many more images from this Ellen von Unwerth shoot waiting for you, including one where he's totally sexing her in the shower. It's so hot. I hope they had sex after this, because it would totally be really stupid if they didn't. Might as well have.

She's from Dominican Republic, born in '84, is umm....hot, was enlisted as one of People Magzine's 2001 50 most beautiful people, she was Arclight in X-Men: The Last Stand, and I would like to cuddle in bed with her and Tasha Tilberg for a ridonculously long time. Are we clear? Expect more posts about her in the future.

STEADY AS SHE GOES

WE COME TOGETHER MAKING CHANCE IN THE STARLIGHT

(I bought this poster for £2.50 today at a Poster sale on campus. Reminds me of my younger years. My mom had a framed version of this in our Trinidad house.)

Leather-jacketed Urchin Paul from downstairs (LJUP): Hey you. I forgot your name again. Sorry. I told you I'm shit with names.
Me: Well...that's okay because I forgot to even remember yours (Security snickers. I stick out my tongue.)
LJUP: Alright, alright, I get it. It's Paul anyways.
Me: Yup. I know. Didn't actually forget it. But you forgot mine...again. It's Kara.
LJUP: Sorry. Gimme the week.
Me: Yes, I shall give you the week in which to forget it.
LJUP: (laughs) You having a nice night?
Me: Well...my dorm smells rank, it's too cold to open the windows and air it out and my heater is broken. Not to mention, I just bought groceries but still have no utensils to eat/drink them with. Clever girl.
LJUP: Aww man. Well...THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS!



I like LJUP. We need a new name for him though.


I met these other two guys today, who live in the block adjacent to mine. They walked me home after class because the inter-collegiate bus driver just refused to acknowledge that our grimy campus still exists behind God's back, and didn't wanna drop me there when I asked him. I can pretty much flat out say that I hate him. Anyway, needless to say, as is the usual, they thought I was American and they told me this guy vacated my dorm room a week ago so that's why I got it. Oh dear...Still, after a very tedious 5am email to the accommodation office, nothing has been resolved. I am planning on moving, I think...You can pretty much tell what the temperature's like in here just by looking at my chest.


Also, my free Kill City clothes came. They're hanging about in London...somewhere. UPS called and said I gave them the wrong address (which, naturally, I didn't) and they just emailed me to say I gotta contact them because they're either going to destroy it or send it back. And that would be really tragic because I got a majorly awesome tshirt, and some stone-wash skinny jeans that I pray fit. I will show you the items if/as soon as I get them. Don't wanna go getting my hopes up just yet.


In better news, I have two job interviews tomorrow (Student Editor position and bar job), and if I manage to get both of them there will be much drunken festivity in the night-time. Let's all go to White Heat at Madame Jojo's? It's a really killer time...and I've met the best people there, including a guy who cheated my friend out of some cocaine right in front of the police. Anyway, I'm off to go nick a plate and fork from some unsuspecting flatmate so I can eat something. Here's tonight's playlist:


Homecoming - The Teenagers
Black Hole Sun - Sound Garden
Take Saravá - Silvia Torres
I Want I Want - Digitalism
Once Upon a Time - Air
Time to Pretend - MGMT
Siamese Twins - Siouxsie and the Banshees feat. Robert Smith
Don't Fear the Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult
Free Money - Patti Smith
Sally's Song - Fiona Apple

EVERYTHING I SEE IS DEAD AND DARK...

...and anything dead dark is OK for me.

I've just been introduced to Dévastée by Jen, and can I just say fuck. yeah. And thank you lol. I'm really really not having as hard a time as I should in contemplating getting these two tanks. They're like £50 each...*wince*

Okay, maybe one if I'm a good girl.

And have starved myself for two weeks.

Which works out, because it would fit oh so much better hanging off of me.

GIMME SOUL AND SHOW ME THE DOOR

i hate this flat.

IF YOU SEE HER SAY HELLO

I'm pretty inspired by these looks by Emma Cook for her A/W 08 collection; and at a great time too. So many outfits in my head and so few classes per week (only 2).

Not much posting tonight because I am reading like a fiend trying to finish this novel for class on Monday. I arrived in the UK this afternoon, moved into this ridonculously large dorm room (I can pretty much host a cartwheeling party in here), and am just trying to stay warm while eating some pizza.

I love this room, even though the heater doesn't seem to be working and my door needs a new lock. Our block is a little too quiet for comfort but weird leather-jacketed urchin Paul from downstairs says not everyone's moved in yet. I bought a few essentials today like, oh, yuh know, sheet sets, towel, Starbucks.. (LOVE LOVE LOVE ICED CHAI TEA LATTES!) I also picked up a really awesome new fuzzy black bathrobe (since it's shared baths and I have to look decent) and a deep purple duvet cover.

There's a big hole in the door of the room opposite mine the size of a doorknob. Just glad no one is occupying it. I haven't really run into much of anyone so far but it seems a lot of people in my block are fond of leather jackets and 'Parental Advisory' posters, making this either a really sore fit or a match made in heaven. Could really be either. We'll soon find out!

THE LOOK BEFORE I GO IS THE LOOK FOR YOU

Packing for London. 7:30am flight.

Stocked up heavily on my drugs. There's also two extra boxes unseen here that my dad forgot to give me. sweet hippieness.

mini travel set of my favourite perfumes, CK Summer series. Bought it in duty free at JFK.
1/3 of my jewelry.

I'm probably overweight.

Currently listening to: a brilliant Portuguese album called 'Brasileiro' that my mother used to drill in my head as a kid at her various house get togethers. I would sit under the dinner table skirting in an equally large and pouffy skirt and try to get in on the adult jokes. See you on the other side!

I KNOW EVERYBODY HERE THINKS HE NEEDS YOU

Good stuff full stop

THE SIGNS SAY I'VE GOT THE RIGHT OF WAY

Hi guys,

I'm up ridonculously early again, listening to experimental experimental music like Vodka Soap and Burning Star Core lol. I don't know if you should listen to them just yet. Lemme first give you my seal of approval. Anyway, can I just say how easy it would be to just 'keep on truckin'' if the world's refridgerator comprised of only Chive and Onion Cream Cheese, Pop Pan crackers and various teas? No? Well, suit yourself.

Panda always says things happen in three's, so lemme see, today, my mom came back from Trinidad. I missed her so much. She says I lost weight. And that would be because of my above diet. I couldn't, for the life of me, see what she was talking about though. So, that's probably two things right there, right? I hadn't realised it before but losing weight sure as hell could be one, unless I finally keel over and die of heart failure. And the third would have to be the fact that I have not one, but two, interviews on Tuesday! One for student editor of this online music/events website, which promises no money but lots of tickets to great gigs and London niceties (not to mention experience), and one for a bar job at The Alma in Wandsworth. It's a quaint traditional tavern-style affair, that would probably render plenty of tips from the old white fogey set that just ADORE my accent and such; and from you, if you care to drop by and support me some. And here I am already talking like I have these jobs in the bag. Fingers crossed and chafing. So, I'm sort of sorted; almost.

OH! There's another thing!...in case some of you decide that the weight loss thing isn't really a good thing, as I know some of my friends will. My mom is taking me and her credit card to get me that Zara coat I've been wanting (is it getting near cold in London yet?) Pictures to come, except my camera did something near suicidal the other day, and won't allow timer pictures. Whatev. You know I'll find a way. This is why I love going back to Uni; you can rent out bulky as fuck albeit working digital cameras from the LRC.

I've been doing a spot of reading, not only of the required collegiate kind (Cloud Atlas and The Weekend Novelist) but of the dot com variety. Here are a few note-worthy internet thingies I've gathered for your bored benefit:
-THE MUPPITS ARE MAKING A MOVIE COMEBACK! And jealous Cobain in a Coma writer Patrik pitches his own version of the movie, which sounds a far cry better.

-Battle from Reality No-Show gets schooled by some Christian Freakazoid...or not.

-Jack Siegel does..nothing new on The Skullset but I just think I should link it anyway.

-Yoko Ono channels her love through another voice (blog) and teaches you how to fly.

-Letters to life and beyond with a dash of scandal and a hint of bullshit.

-and as much as you can grab on the Mean Magazine website. K, go!

P.S. those two experimental bands sucked.

YOU'RE NOT THAT SOCIAL, JUST A GOOD DRINKER

Fred Flare can be so queer sometimes(ignore the rhyme)! I mean, bacon strip bandaids? Edgar Allen Poe action figures? Underwear rugs? Buttered Toast Wallet? I can, and won't, continue.

But pardon me the liberty of liking this bit of queerness right here: "Pick Your Own Nose" Party Cups. Can you imagine the drunk party photo sessions with these?

YOU'VE GOT TO MAKE A LIVIN' WITH WHAT YOU BRING YOURSELF TO SELL

Just another Cor[e]y partying their way to fame in the world. This is quite old but I just like how that bitch reporter thinks her lame Melbourne TV stint allows her to give orders. Don't get me wrong, the kid's a good-for-nothing douche, but who the fuck is she to demand that he take off his sunglasses?

So what now?

You guessed it.

THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT TIME

OH. MY. GOD.
The plight of the Camden Crackden; who would've foreseen it? Not I. Read all of the comments too. Thank you to all deities who prevented this from happening to me while I have been livin' it in London. And thank you to my lack of planning that I have been able to bum my way through accommodation by living in halls for most of my studies. And thank you that I am still under the robust wings of my parental unit because I've managed to hold my tongue and my fort a little longer. Suicide if this happened to a reformed runaway miss independent me. Seriously. I just really really wish I could help these kids out. I barely have enough space in my on-campus shit hole for my suitcase. Condolences.

MEANWHILE...
other room mate who is away for the week is none the wiser...yikes...

OOHHH...what shall we do? Start a trust fund? This significantly blows.

THE SKIN OF THE CITY IS PULLING REAL TIGHT

I don't know what it is, but after you get that first tattoo, something gets tattooed on the side of your mind along with it, provoking the urge to get more. And according to some article I read in some recent magazine of some Conde Nast variety, tattooes are making a comeback for the good; not that I gave a damn anyways if they didn't, but I at least wanted to write the article first.

I'm heading back to London on Saturday, it is now confirmed, and one thing I plan on doing upon touchdown at some point is getting inked somewhere else. Something small, tasteful, and NOT of the biker variety, a.k.a. something worth spending the rest of your life with.

So, I guess it's sort of appropriate for The Selby to have just photographed Scott Campbell's place. He's some epic tattoo artist I am seriously considering calling up and a) getting my next tattoo done by after I've saved up a rubber band full of cash (he does Lily Cole's tattoos, and they suck, but that was her fault), and b) suggesting that I become his hot young apprentice.

No, seriously. Getting as close as I can get to his awe-inspiring studio conjured up all these lost adolescent ideas I had of learning the art of tattooing. I even circled and cut out a workshop for it that I found in the classifieds to show my mom one summer when I was about 14; that, and a bartending course. Both were wholly and heartedly given the 'Are you kidding me?', of course. But now I'm old enough. I've done the bar thing and now what about the tattoo thing?

I'm telling you; this is a mission set in stone right here and now, folks. Once I graduate, I'll be looking into this.

P.S. What is this book? I am wanting it immediately; and the sneakers.

I'M JUST WAITING 'TIL YOU REALLY LET YOUR GUARD DOWN

What can I really say, yuh know? Here's some music for that:

Before I Forget - Slipknot

96 Quite Bitter Beings - CKY

The Boy Who Destroyed the World - AFI

Wish - Alien Ant Farm

You Could Be Mine - Guns 'n' Roses

My Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

Ace of Spades - Motorhead

Are You Dead Yet? - Children of Bodom

Die Dead Enough - Megadeth

Falling Forever - Paradise Lost

And whatever songs you can find by Tournament.

MY EARS WILL MELT AND THEN MY EYES

This is, by far, one of the coolest things I would want to plaster EVERYwhere. This really talented guy I just dug up through a myriad of other graves (blogs) designed it for the merch for this band called Tournament. If only I knew of them, and worshipped them to my very core, the idea would seem feasible. No harm in checking them out though; which leads me to another pondering; if only I knew where I could hear some of their stuff. Anyway, check out Orin Brecht here for more cool sketches and designs.

P.S. Upon viewing this post 'post posting' I realised the hair is crawling with letters. I really like that. I summon Orin Brecht to like...come do the decor for my seedy dorm room this year. Mt. Clare is the shittiest most uninspiring hall in Hall of University Shame existence.

P.S.S. So, now that I think about it, maybe this blog title should be read the other way round, but fuck that, it's a killer Blue Oyster Cult line and you just can't mess with that stuff.

I'VE GOT MY MIND SET ON YOU

Hey. My name is Willow and I'm best buds with Jack Siegel, and all those other crazy kids you see rolling around on the floor on the Skullset. I bet you've seen me there (or at least seen my hair in my face). I model for Urban Outfitters. Jack did a shoot of me once for them that we're pretty sure will make it to a billboard on Sunset; which is exaggeratedly good because I wrecked his Nikon on set when they told me to dance around to Morrissey. Yeah, I got a little crazy there. It may have also had something to do with the Corona Lights we were drinking during wardrobe; not certain. Anyway, I gotta split. Cory's gonna pick me up so we can go get our fake I.D.'s together. Then we're gonna go pick up these sweet supertight spandex leopard print swim trunks for her boyfriend Mark. Peace!

I'm bored.

AND THEY COME AND THEY CALL AND THEY CRAWL ON THE FLOOR

I changed my layout.
I like.
My dad just came in and told me that flights to London are full for Friday.
I'm thinking Saturday instead of Thursday, I told him, because I really wanna see my mom.
She's coming in on Thursday morning.
"I really wanna see her before I leave because I might not be coming home for Christmas."
"Well, I won't be paying for your ticket to L.A. either."
So, anyway, I was thinking of staying back in England to earn the money I would need to pay back grumpy people like him, and nice people like Panda.
Plus I would also want to have a little spendage once I graduate next year.
But I didn't tell him that.
I'll wait til he gets the envelope during the Holidays, the lousy old fart.

LOTS OF PEOPLE TALK AND FEW OF THEM KNOW

Oh, I dunno. It's good, isn't it?

K, goodnight/good morning.

MY BEDSHEETS SHADE THE HEAT OF CHOICES I'VE MADE

Hi. My name is Kara and I'm up brutally early. God help me.

SOFT ONES, COLD LIPS, CAN'T GET 'EM BACK

Just three pictures I really dig from a new photo blog I found called I Heart Hackney. The guy's a great photographer who's been around; i-D, Stimuli, Rodeo, O Magazine, Korean Harpers, Korean Homme +....
I'm on the lookout for new photoblogs because I sadly just ravaged the last of The Skullset. Addictive, but not enough of it around in the world. Hence my life is over.