Combat boots look as great with a flare skirt as they do with black jeans. This is how I'd style the grungy footwear.
 
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This is my first time entering a Polyvore contest, like this so I'm not entirely sure if its required to keep those things there (title and description), so I'll just leave them. Anyway, hope you like the set (:
 
Jenn

Okay, so, I had A LOT written here. I actually had too much. So, I deleted it. Gone. Never to be seen again. It was horribly depressing, and pretty personal, I guess. Not that I'm afraid of someone here knowing what I deal with, I know that if anyone knew, they'd be all "ooh, poor you, I feel your pain, *virtual hug*" you know, like all the nice internet people. Which is really sweet :P But, I don't know, it's just that I feel like I put too much on. ANYWAY.
 
Yesterday when I made this, my mood "colors" were grey and purple, as I said in my previous description. I'm still not entirely out of that, but now I'm more light grey and fading plum. I don't know.
I got a lot to write about, and so little time (I got experimental tofu in the oven, and I don't know what's happening to it at the moment). I'll be on eventually.
 
I sincerely hope everyone is happy today.
 
Jenn

I've got some stuff to do, so this may be short.
 
I, one, like the title. Some of Shakespeare's stuff is just so, I don't know, it give me that weird feeling. Like some of the pictures in this set. Whenever I see a picture that's sort of pale looking, I get a weird feeling, right in the middle of my chest. Strange isn't it? I think so.
 
I've been feeling sort of pale - I guess that could be a good word - lately. But, there's a difference in pale, and fading. Pale can simply be light and warm. While fading, is a completely different feeling altogether. Fading is a physical thing, right in your chest. Like there's a strange numb sensation radiating out of your heart. Like the numbness is literally making you fade into nothing. I know both feelings very well - fading and being pale and light.
 
I don't know why I went off like that..
 
I had to add something to the set, so now it's just sort of crooked, which is VERY annoying. Oh, and another thing, I failed miserably with the outfit, because I didn't know what to do. The product of a complete lack of a sense of style.
 
Anyway, I've got to go, so maybe I'll add more later... Or most likely I'll forget about it. So, hope you like it, and goodbye.
 
Jenn

I've just finished watching all seven seasons of Supernatural, so, to pass the time waiting for season eight to come to Netflix, I am starting to watch Doctor Who. I am on season two. I absolutely love this show! It's fantastic ("absolutely fantastic"). I actually have a lot of tests and quizzes and exams and stuff to study for, but, really, I don't have the time. I need to watch this show! :D Oh, I'm pathetic. Anyway, I gotta run, so maybe I'll write more later? Till then, toodle-ooo ;D
 
Jenn

So, this set was difficult to make. It was difficult, because I have so many freaking ideas for sets and outfits and whatever, and I had to choose the right light colored outfit for this set, and I have many. I have a lot of different outfits in my head now, because I'm thinking about what I'd like to wear throughout the year. I don't know why I'm thinking about clothes, it's not a normality for me. But, Spring, ya know, I'm thinking about re-doing everything, and fixing everything up, and what not. For example, I've lost 15 pounds :D I'm quite ecstatic. I only have about 25 more to go, then I'll be my goal weight, and all I'll have to do is keep it off :D I'm really happy. Even though it feels like nobody wants me to feel happy about this. But I don't care. I'm ignoring their "suggestions" and "recommendations," because it's all really starting to piss me off. Oh well. I enjoyed the colors of this set, it was fun (:
 
Oh, that reminds me, I'm off school today, because this morning, nearly all of the electricity in the province went off! It was crazy. Only like, the northern part of the province had power. So I got to stay off school for the morning, and then the power came back on, and my mother is graciously allowing me and my sister to stay off the entire day(: I get to skip a socials test (and study today, unfortunately).
 
Well, I suppose that concludes my description. Brace yourselves for a lot more sets, because I have ideas, and a pitiful amount of time on my hands.
 
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Lol, I find that so cute ^ :D

So, I apologize for not coming on very much lately, I have been transported to the mystical world of Sam and Dean Winchester. Yes, I have been spending 99.9% of my free time watching Supernatural... The other 0.1% was spent studying for an important upcoming test (upcoming=tomorrow). Productive, huh? Yes, well, it's been enjoyable.
 
Anyway, I'm going to do one of those question/tag things, because I haven't done one in a while c:
 
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I was tagged by : @stylebopper
 

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1. You're on a safari, sightseeing and learning of this new culture, in an African savanna. You park underneath a tree to get a closer look at a boa in a tree--until you hear a disturbed growl from just feet away. A lion, crouched in a stance for attack, seems to glare at you with questioning eyes. What do you do?
I would flick any sort of raw meat I had on me as far as I could throw, then I would sit in the truck and question my sanity for going to a place where lions are inhabitants.
 
2. Have you ever written a story?
Sort of.
 
3. How do you feel about sci-fi shows/books?
Hmm, I wouldn't know. How would you categorize them? Well, the only show I watch now is Supernatural, and I read fiction books, fantasy and what not. I don't know. I'm starting to watch Doctor Who, so, sci-fi? I don't know.
 
4. Ring. Ring. Ring. "God lumpin'--" you rub your eyes as you're yanked from slumber by the sound of your cell phone, reaching for it with an annoyed desire for the noise to /just stop/. "Hello?" you groan.
"(insert your name)? This is the president of the United States. We need your help."
Why do you think Obama called you?
Well, first off, I would like to apologize for changing the question. I don't curse, so I just changed it to "lumpin'" hope ya don't mind. And, I think Obama would call me for my inhuman expertise on all things unnecessary. I don't know. Maybe he just called the wrong number, sorry for your mistake, Obama.
 
5. Ever watched Glee?
Nope
 
6. Ever read fanfiction?
Nope
 
7. What are your feelings on abortion?
I think, I need no say in it, unless I'm put into the position myself(hilarious impossibility), or someone close to me wants my honest opinion. But, unless that be the case, it is entirely up to the person/people in the situation, and the situation itself surrounding them. Ya know?
 
8. Where's the furthest you've ever traveled from your current home?
Florida, physically. Mentally, I've been all over the world, no, all over the universe. Cha-ha ;D
 
9. What genre of music could you see yourself never ever ever listening to?
Pop. Or techno.
 
10. Describe your family in one word.
Indefinable.
 
11. When was the last time you jumped on your bed?
I can't remember. Too long, but, if I were to jump on my bed now, I'd probably break it :P

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1. Thought on Miley Cyrus' style?
Well, I don't like her very much - mostly because of how she acts despite her knowledge of the average age of her fans - but, I have to admit, I love how she dresses, well, most of the time. Something about it is just very nice - except for the stripper phase, that was, just, no.
 
2. What do you usually have for breakfast?
Always the same thing : Special K cereal, and skim milk.
 
3. Are you obsessed with iPhone cases? If so, which is your favorite?
I don't have an iPhone. But, if I did, I would probably have some kind of plain, basic case, because that's just sort of me :P
 
4. Favorite clothing brand?
I have absolutely no idea. I haven't been shopping in ages, and when I do, it's always to like, Walmart or some other crappy, cheap place, because my money is fairly limited, unfortunately. But, if I could buy whatever my style insisted on, money not being an object, I'd probably have some kind of expensive place/a thrift store. I don't know. My style is hard to describe, especially with one brand/shop.
 
5. Lana del Rey or Marina and the Diamonds?
What is that?
 
6. Do you like any musical artists from your country?
Only a few, like Burton Cummings. I listen, mostly, to stuff from the U.K. because they are all brilliant and perfect, as far as I can tell. :D
 
7. Do you live in the city?
I think so, yes. But I hardly ever leave my house, so it's not like I go "spend a day in the city with my besties! Teehee! *frigging annoying preppy girl voice*" No, I do not do that. But, I think I live in a city, yes.
 
8. Do you prefer buying clothes in famous clothing brands or unknown ones?
My lord, more clothes? Hmm, I guess both? I don't know! D:
 
9. Do you believe in the saying that ''Money is not the key to happiness''?
Well, I've come to find out that material objects can evoke some sort of happiness in a person, but I certainly don't think that possessions can give you long term happiness. Unless that object is literally a money-covered key to the door of happiness(assuming there is one), in which case, yes, money could be the key to happiness.
 
10. Do you smoke?
Indeed I do not. I know people who do, and it, in fact, infuriates me. He's throwing his life away, idiotically. I find smoking to be a moronic and disgusting thing to do. But, that's just my opinion. You're free to ruin your lungs in whichever way you want to - qweertyujhgdjk. o-O
 

tags : @sgkirby @madeline78
 
Not many tags, I know, but I don't want to bother people :P

Sorry for not making many sets lately, I've been watching this awesome show, some of you might know it actually, it's called Supernatural. Anyway, I've devoted my entire Easter holiday to watching as many episodes/season as I can, so far, I'm on season four. It's incredibly cool, I love it :D

I have too much to say about this, so I'm not even going to start.
 
Jenn
 
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This is another story for my sister @sgkirby 's thing. Hope you all--who read it--like it c:
 
Remember though, I am not a writer. And I am actually horrible with trying to come up with stories. Just letting you all know (:
I'm also trying this one from the omniscient prospective... I think that's what you'd call it. Okay, so.
 
I also apologize for it being so long, I wrote it on the WordPad thing on my computer, so I kind of forgot that it will be displayed twice as small.
 
Here we go.
 
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This is a story of a man--Maxwell Edison. Growing up, Maxwell always had a strange fascination with tools. He loved how you could take one thing, beautiful and delicate, and destroy it beyond the point of repair. What starting this odd obsession, was his father, Peter Edison. Peter was always an angry man, who was addicted to power. He needed it like it was a drug. And, to show his son that he was the master, he hit him, repeatedly. As Maxwell grew older, around ten, he had had enough. He went out to his fathers shed to wait for him to come home. He found a brilliant silver hammer. This silver hammer, is to be Maxwell's escape. It was hypnotic, the feeling of having power over someone else entranced him. He absolutely loved it. And he made his drunken father aware of it that night. He told his mother that daddy left. That he told him to let her know that he was never coming back. And we wasn't going to, for his body was off beneath a nearby soccer field. Pretty intense for a ten year old, you say? Well, yes. It is indeed. But, some things just start early.
 
Now, Maxwell is studying to be a doctor in a college far from his past life. He left his house back home, when his mother suddenly "disappeared." He claimed to be so shaken about it that he couldn't even see the house anymore. Which took him off of the police's suspect list for his mothers disappearance. One day, a new girl came into his class. Maxwell, never one to be shy, walked straight up to her and asked her her name. "Joan," she said. It was obvious to everyone that she was quite taken by him. And he was determined to have her. "Joan," he said one afternoon after their last class of the day, "would you, maybe, like to go out to the movies with me this evening?" Well, Joan was ecstatic. She said yes.
As he was getting ready for his date that night, Maxwell saw a shimmer from the corner of his eye. It was his little silver hammer. Why, he hadn't thought of that for months. And, somehow, he missed the feeling of power. He started to crave it again. He needed to quench the thirst he had. And he had the perfect idea.
 
Maxwell, absolutely overjoyed that he had a new victim, starting to drive to Joan's house. As he pulled into the driveway, she looked out of her window, so beautiful and... delicate. The very thing he loved destroying the most, beautiful and delicate, and entirely unsuspecting. He lept right up her stairs, the feeling of adrenaline pulsating through his body, with the thought of a new kill. She was putting in her earings as she opened the door for him. She figured he was just as excited about their date as she was. "Hi Maxwell," she said, her cheeks cherry red against her dark blonde hair and her bright hazel eyes, "please, come in. I'm just finishing up getting ready, I won't take too long." As she went back into her room, Maxwell sat on the couch in her living room, and took out his prized little silver hammer. She had no idea! He figured he should do this quickly, before she came back out to him. So, he krept up behind her, chuckled one menacing chuckle, and started to beat her. Her screams of pain and agonizing torture just set his eyes blazing with the pure joy he was having. As he was killing this poor, innocent girl in front of him, he had a strange flashback. Sort of like deja vu.
He was eleven. It was a year after he killed his father. Maxwell took his little silver hammer around with him everywhere. Even to school. Which is where this flashback takes place. It was his last class for the day, and he was being a little rebel as always; not listening to the teacher when she asked him to please, simmer down. So, she told him to stay after class. As a punishment, he was to write over and over on the board "I must not..." fifty times. Each time, saying the things he has done that was not aloud, or was unacceptable in her classroom. He was so angry, that he walked straight up to her when she was turned around and starting beating her on the head with his little silver hammer. Just as he was doing to Joan now. After he was sure she was dead, he walked into her bathroom, and removed any evidence. He broke a few windows and dumped the contents of her jewelery box onto the floor, to make it look like a robbery. He washed down anything that might have had his fingerprints on it. And with that, he was gone.
 
As he was driving home, utterly content, pride filling his body, he heard sirens. Surly, they weren't for him. Nobody saw. But the curtain in her room had been opened... What if someone was watching, and called the police? As the thoughts ran through his head, a police car came up behind him, lights and sirens blaring. "Move over," said the cop, into his little microphone. Maxwell figured they would think he had something to hide if he started to drive even faster, and run off into the dark blanket of woods a few miles up the road. So he pulled over, put on his innocent face - which he was frighteningly good at - and waited for the police officer to come to his window. "Do mind getting out of the car please sir, there's been a robbery and murder a few streets down, and a witness told us that the person who came out of the house, got into a car like yours, so, if you don't mind," said the police man. "Of course, officer," Maxwell said in his most innocent tone. As the officer checked his car, he remembered that he had his hammer laying right on the back seat. He cleaned it, but surly it would be a questionable thing to have in his car. And what if he didn't get all of the blood off? He was in a rush to get out of the house, maybe it wasn't entirely clean. "John," said the police man searching his car, "I think we've caught a dirty one." Without question, the officers brought him to the police station, hammer on the dashboard.
 
A few days later, in court, as the judge was about to tell him his fate - which didn't look good, considering the evidence - a few girls from Maxwell's classes yelled from the back of the room "He's innocent! He didn't do it! He must go free!" This set off quite a commotion. And they were removed from the room. Giving Maxwell enough time to get into position for his planned finale. As the judge started to say the word "guilty" Maxwell jumped up, took his silver hammer from the evidence stand and started to beat the judge to death. With screams and yells and gun shots from behind him, Maxwell finished the judge off, and stood up, a brilliant smile on his face. "Go ahead officer, shoot." And that, was the end of Maxwell Edison.
 
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Hope you don't think that sucked! (:
And again, I'm sorry for the length of it :P
 
Jenn

I think I treasure imagination so much, because it's the closest thing we have to magic nowadays. Our imaginations are our magic. It locks me inside of my mind, because I so desperately want to escape reality. I constantly find myself oblivious to all of my surroundings.
Just thinking about it, minds working, casting spells on things--changing floorboards into grass; airplane lights into stars or witches on their brooms--leaves me completely spellbound.
I'm trying to word this right, without much luck.
I think, instead of being terrified of the dark magic that seems to haunt us--monsters under the bed or in the back of our minds; dark shadows and dark figures--we should try to be more mesmerized. We can form a hideous monster out of a single shadow. It can scare us so much that we are literally physically temporarily paralyzed. How can you say that's not magical? Sure, some people say it's just the mind, playing tricks on you, but just switch it around a bit. It's the magicians in your mind casting spells on you, making your eyes see what they want you to see. Making your ears hear the things they want you to hear. It can be a frightening kind of magic, but it's magic, nonetheless. If we let ourselves forget about magic, we simply won't have it anymore. That, to me, is terrifying.
 
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This set is very purpley. Purple, especially combined with black and grey, reminds me of magic. I'm not entirely sure why. It is a magical color though, isn't it?
I love Peter Pan. He is a God. He was also my first celebrity crush (I don't know if you'd categorize him as a celebrity, but I didn't know what else to say).
Done.
 
Jenn
 
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And a little-magical-dancing fellow.