Ponchos...

Remember like six years ago when ponchos were hip? Yeah I owned one. I owned two. I don't own either one anymore though, and I doubt they are coming back in style before I die, because really? Bad fashion. Just bad. Weird though, and that's why I'm doing this post.


Back when I had an abomination known as a poncho, mine looked a lot like this.


This movie was adorable, but lets just say no to the ponchos.


There are some really frigging crazy people out there, who put their dogs in ponchos too.


Ponchos really have one good use, keeping you warm. Other than that though... IDK.


Amy and her boys will die looking like a Peruvian Folk band.


Amy Pond & The Poncho Boys. Topping the Peruvian Folk charts in tacky fleece ponchos since May 15, 2010.


This might be the most famous of all ponchos. The Betty Suarez poncho.


According to Etsy this is a poncho, but I'm not sure I agree. It's more like a little wrap to keep your boobs warm. I am confused.

I've been drinking a lot of Chai lately, which is weird because it's a billion degrees. Wanna read the epicest, biggest, craziest, awesomest most spoilery Doctor Who spoilers ever? Yeah, I knew you did.

Happiness, it hit her like a bullet in the head.

Usually I plan four or five posts ahead, and for the last week I've just been winging it. So although I know I just did a Norah Jones post, I'm going to go ahead and do a Florence and the Machine post.


You know how sometimes you feel like just being a feral sexy lady person who is full of the warmth of LIFE? Florence is.


She was a brunette at one point.


She is the Queen of flinging herself about joyously.


She looks badass all the time.


"Run fast for your mother and fast for your father, run for your children, for your sister and your brother. Leave all your love and your longing behind, you can't carry it with you if you want to survive."


This are the dudes in her band. The Machine part of it.


Her music makes me want to be a better, truer person.

Today I will: Do German, read Pilgram's Progress, work on that paper that I have to scratch and redo, finish True Girl's cover and redo the Emily Dickinson formatting, finish the back and compile the sources, draw a little because I promised myself one drawing a week, watch The Unnaturals and Three of a Kind, update Menfolk's queue, do Yoga, clean my closet out, and read fanfiction.

Tote Bags

I can't believe I haven't done a cute tote bag post yet. Hmm. All from Etsy obvs.













Someone needs to write Rory fic. Or I'll have to do it and then you'll be sorry. We went to see Toy Story 3 today. I think I'm going to marry Pixar.

Rorykins and Amypoo

I think I love these two even better then Ten and Rose. They are absolutely ridiculous and adorable and as of now completely ruined. They are so lovely because they aren't epic or crazy-awesome or game changing, they're just real and believable and sad.


This episode was one of the saddest DW episodes ever.


If they have to die, they'll die looking like a Peruvian folk band.


Vampires of Venice. My love for Rorykins exploded.


Amy and Rory on the hill that never happened.


KISS O GRAM. I know Rory is a nurse, but I'd pay top dollar for a Rory in a Roman helmet to kiss. Just sayin'.


She thought he liked it when she wore it though. :(


Yes, thank you.


Their body language together is amazing.

Really, I am so upset right now. And way, church this morning. And now I have a long to-do list which includes the laundry and it's already 3pm so...

Food at Cocoon

So I spent the last ten minutes trying to think of something to post about, so I'll post the pretty pictures of food I took while out to breakfast last weekend.


Breakfast panini.


A coffee.


A sausage quiche.


Fruit salad and a baked item.


My lovely Caffe Americano, the only drink I ever drink anymore.

I went to the Met today. By myself to enjoy being by myself for a while. It hardly looked at any art, I just plopped in random galleries and made myself comfortable like it was my bedroom and read/wrote in my diary/whatnot until I got bored and moved to a different gallery. Cold Blood tonight. I am going to need therapy after these episodes.
EDIT: OH, RORY RORY RORY RORY!! WHY? AMBROSE, the things I could call you if I wasn't trying to keep this a PG rated site...