someone tells me I have too many categories
fine … they’ll be cleaned up soon, Je promet.
this explains SO much
Top Ten Horniest Countries of the World
#1 = GREASE .. I’m mean GREECE
mosaic game
I picked this up from my pal Jen!
1. LEYLA (CEPT getting busy), 2. goose bento 2, 3. Thank God It’s Friday III, 4. vertical neighborhood., 5. Forearm, 6. hasselblad summer rain, 7. OIA, handmade houses, 8. Vanilla bread pudding french toast, 9. curator, 10. love…, 11. Empathetic fairies, 12. Bored
bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php
Made a mosaic
1. Type your answer to each of the questions below into flickr search.
2. Using only the first page of results, pick one image.
3. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into big huge lab’s mosaic maker to create a mosaic of the picture answers.
The questions:
1. what is your first name? Leyla
2. what is your favorite food? right now? sesame seeds
3. what high school did you go to? Palos Verdes
4. what is your favorite color? teal
5. who is your celebrity crush? Christian Bale
6. what is your favorite drink? Champagne
7. what is your dream vacation? Greek Islands
8. what is your favorite dessert? Bread Pudding
9. what do you want to be when you grow up? Gallery curator
10. what do you love most in life? cuddling
11. what is one word that describes you? empathetic
12. what is your flickr name? leylabot
the British are coming!
And it’s about FUCKING TIME.
TOP SHOP … ah the joys of frantically trying to sift through all the clothes, scarves, shoes and accessories while quickly trying to both calculate my size in UK and figuring exactly how I’m getting the same clothes at twice the price due to the toilet paper in my bank called US dollars.
Shopping in Europe is one of the most obnoxious experiences I found, mainly because I really hate shopping, and I get about 7 minutes to do it on business trips, wedged between client meetings and/or running back and forth between my hotel and the conference center.
But, I must admit … Top Shop is SO worth it. I would just get giddy from the smell of leather bags and selection of overly inappropriate leggings and colors on display. Like all cheaper alternative stores like H&M and Forever 21, Top Shop has its influences and knock-offs from the big boy labels. Yet, somehow the quality is amazingly better , and in fact, I’ve had items that have lasted me years from purchases from a long time ago. What I love about it especially, is that it’s true UK fashion. Bright colors, edgy cuts, and an influence from designers like Paul Smith, Ted Baker and Vivienne Westwood. It’s preppy meets punk in a way that the Italians and French could never get. Italians are too weird and gaudi, the French to clean cut and yuppy yacht classic types.
Oh have I’ve yearned to get a Top Shop in California, the dreams, the nights of longing. Moments I craved the perfect accessory to match the dress or a really nice pair of leggings that would be different and not lace lined, yuck. Alas, it has not come yet. I’m allowed to have a zillion stores selling Fuggs and Juicy Couture sweatpant outfits outrageously priced, but nothing that’s as understated and fulfilling as Top Shop.
Yet, like all things undeserved, New York will have a Top Shop. So now Jersey girls with cheap Wet Seal makeup and tie up hooker heels get what I’ve always wanted.
A sexy Brit that knows how to dress me up and speak witty to me.
parallels … you draw the correlation
Some similarities are harder to see than others …
it’s ok to love the Eiffel Tower, but …
Not LOVE the Eiffel Tower.
What I want to know is, is there nothing here Stateside she couldn’t fall for? I mean, we got the St. Louis arch and the Golden Gate bridge. Is it because the Eiffel Tower has an accented sense of snobbery we can’t compete with?
Oh, I see … she wanted to French.
Friggin’ American weirdos.
the man who texted shark attack
It’s been a rough week, there’s been a lot to do at work. In fact, so much to do that I managed to get a little too into having fun with one of our developers on Thursday night and managed to be a tad hungover all of Friday while we had some client visits.
Friday was a rough day and I still needed to head down south to Redondo Beach to visit the family, and lately I’ve noticed a surge of strange texts in my inbox from my stepdad, Bob.
Friday night at around 8:oo pm:
Leyla
Your Mom and I love. You so much Because you weren,t a juvinual delinquintwhen you were a teen. I hope we were good role models for you. Just forget about the times that we smoked and drank in front of you. were glad you didn’t become a crack Baby.
Love, Bob and Mom
I was hung over, and I came in wanting to just relax on Saturday and hang with my dog and my folks. Then I noticed I had some other texts, this time from my mother.
Leyla,
Bob had a terible accident this morning! A shark attack of all things can you imagine? Anyway he’s @ little co. of Mary room 348 (ICU). Bye the way dinner is off and will reschedule. please don’t call because we’re all at the hospital!!!!
Luv, Mom
I can’t believe that A) Bob managed to purchase my mother and iPhone, yet another thing I will have to endlessly provide tech support for throughout my life and that B) they’ve decided that texting is now the newer, better, more tech savy way of harrassing me.
Let me remind you dear mother and father … you have 200 texts a month only on your plan. Is this really the best way to serve that ? Think about it. What if Bob really did get attacked by a shark? He’ll always be the man who texted shark attack to me.
I’m only writing because you force me to
Done are the days where I have care free moments reading through piles and piles of fun Google Reader joy. Now I’m merely updating you people on the happenings of my quasi-exciting (in that lame and aging way) life that I’ve got with me and my mutt.
Work is ever impending, requiring that I throw not one but like 5 events on simultaneously. Incidentally, if you’re in the LA area and wish to learn a thing or two about fluid dynamics, make sure to pop by to this. It will be a real hoot, and there’s always plenty of beer and my lost face in the crowd to greet you.
It seems like these days are blessed with good intentions and motivations with little to show for them. I’m really trying to get into some sort of DIY with my newly purchased glue gun, but when I start thinking of what I want to put together I look around the apartment and realize the whole damn place needs such a face lift, the single project in hands/head would be like glitter on dog shit. Except, not nearly as stinky.
Oh, and I recently joined Twitter … in case you wanted a play by play of how dull my life really can be. It’s usually updates on my cooking and hanging with Little Man, but I swear I tend to go out from time to time. It’s just, lately I don’t have the motivation. I know I’m getting older, but am I really that OLD?
Meh … at least there are always shows. And not to mention a few awesome friends who seem to endlessly keep me occupied.
Happy belated birthday to Jason, who made me dress up for his birthday.
