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does anybody else think chloe sevigny is really very cool? i think her eclectic style deserves far more credit than she is given. i can't count how many times i've looked at a picture of her and wished i'd had that outfit.

chloe sevigny for the win!

here ye, here ye

today i am on a buzz of writing prose for my portfolio due friday, although along the way i couldn't help but tempt myself at a few of the gems on bluefly.com. have a lookskee:

my ball outfit for next year, mais non? ;)

so here i sit, blasting passion pit into my ears as the rain trickles down outside. i suppose it gives me some motivation to write about winter in the blossoming of spring.

my first car; ralphie!

it has been found; success

canny and i have named him ralph hugo, and canny's car is called lauren boss.

-ralph lauren, hugo boss- ah i crak myself up.

sakecar nippon, epsom

sometimes there's nothing like going out to dinner in the middle of the week. it gives you something to look forward to, and it's a well needed break from all the stress and study of our fastly-approaching mid years. thus, my friends and i decided to take a visit to the cultural icon that is sakebar in epsom, in celebration of lauras birthday. 

upon entry, it feels like a bustling hideaway of a new york movie. a smoky atmosphere with cheering tenpinyaki chefs is all ones needs to feel part of the set. we climbed up the creaky wooden staircase with chipped green paint, to the second level where we took off our winter shoes, and admired the flashing lights of the karaoke machine. 

the food was hearty and delicious, the little japanese waiter buzzed around the table. we tried our hand at greeting him in japanese which made him giggle and jitter cheerfully. our bubblegum sodas lit up with floating, neon flashing marbles as we browsed through the karaoke song books. cake was delivered by a large japanese man with a ukele and multicoloured hat.

if you live in the general auckland area, go check it out:

sake bar nippon restaurant, 

415 manukau road,

epsom,

auckland 

and no, i wasn't going for the blurred look in these pictures. unfortunately my camera was playing up but has since been fixed- yuss!

bored; rainy sunday

this morning i woke up to the trickling rain on my window, the kind that makes me feel glad to be wrapped up inside with my grandpa slippers, a box of tissues, and a julia roberts movie. we did go look at cars today, my first car, but unfortunately no luck yet. now, i am simply procrastinating starting my plath poetry assignment by returning to my once neglected blog site. success.

here are some things to know about me:

* my name is kate and i attend an all girls school in auckland, 6th form.

* i love taking photographs, and alice's lemon mirangue cupcakes.

* i am 173cm tall, long blonde hair, light blue eyes, rower&runner

* i procrastinate, or maybe i just work better late at night.

* i am torn between journalism and law as career paths.

* i dislike the feeling of falling asleep in class, being late to school, not trusting myself to do my homework, and feeling like im spending all my money.

* i would love a large bunch of peach and yellow roses, and infusion d'iris.

* i am excited to attend the 'wizard of oz' production at my old school, friday evening.

it is still raining and grey, as i lie here across the leather couch. my stepmum is making hot bread in the kitchen, the wooden floor pounding as she walks. the lights seem so yellow and artificial in our kitchen, compared to the greens and greys outdoors. my white macbook has found its home on my belly, my toes wrapped in thick, grey bed socks.

She Walks In Beauty.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenly sweet express

How pure, how sear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

- Lord Byron