Sunday, December 4, 2011

december fourth

chillin' with lily allen in the breakroom

i worked all day today and almost died. then i ate cheesy grits with smoked turkey while watching "my fair wedding with david tutera" and regained all of my strength. 

that show is truly awful and i've seen every episode. 

december third


it snowed all day on saturday while i was working. it was a really slow day so my coworkers and i were going craaaaazaaay with cabin fever. so we ate a lot of chocolate and had a dance party. then i went back to my parents' and ate tater tot casserole and watched clueless with my mom. she was having a rough day and needed to be lazy, which i'm always willing to help with. 

once, i called her to say that i was coming over and before i called she was cleaning the house or something. when she saw my name on the caller id, she laid down on the couch in anticipation of laziness.

december second

oh me oh my i'm way behind on the posting of the pictures. but i've been taking pictures every day so i'll just make three posts in one day. right. after. each. other.

i was feeling so lazy on friday. all i did was eat steak and potatoes at my parents' and read jane eyre in the bath tub. and watch say yes to the dress. 

Thursday, December 1, 2011

december first

hello december, the last month of a year of many firsts. for such a cold month, you are filled with so much warmth. i can't wait to see all that you have to offer. but today i'm staying cozy in bed with candles, tissues and lots of fluids on the night stand, trying to get over this awful sinus infection. 

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

fancy cameraaaaa

i'm in a photography class this semester which requires the use of a super fancy camera at least once a week. this week's assignment was to make a comp card, one of those creepy cards that aspiring actors/models give to agents and such and the like to get their name out there. CREEPY.

i used my friend emily as a model.

she is so pretty. i am such a good photographer. jk it's the camera. 

she doesn't think that she looks beautiful in this picture. 
she is dumb. 

see? pure. beauty. 


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

i'll instagram it!

one of my favorite bloggers is bleubird vintage because she's mega beautiful and owns the jessica simpson dany heels (shoe death) and her kids are beyond cool and gorgeous. she posts lots of pictures on twitter/her blog of everything cool in her life via an iphone app called instagram. after months of looking at her super awesome pictures, i finally decided to download the app. 

holy god, i'm in love. 

here are some instagram-ed shots of our omaha shopping trip last thursday. it was college night at urban outfitters and all of the sale stuff was 50% off. that is not small potatoes, as anna put it. and the regular stuff was 10% off. soooo i got six things for $56 (including a really cool pair of high waisted jean/legging pants with cool braids on them for five dollars). outrageous. cool bold print, right?

that is anna being a stellar driver. we didn't get lost once! which is good because the only place we ever go in omaha is urban outfitters, so we'd be dumb if we got lost.  

emily smiling "candidly." 

tessypoo. her outfit was really good that day. i should've gotten a shot of her fuschia t-strap wedges and navy socks. supaaa cute and man repeller worthy. 

shmemmy again. but the focus is supposed to be on the really cute cashier in the background. we high fived, which was magical, because high fives are usually few and far between when i ask for them. so are hugs.

colbs drinkin' a diet pepsi and saying something funny. we laughed a lot on the way up there. we wore sunglasses in the dark a lot on the way back. 

waitin' to pay very little money for very cute clothing. 

my new red shoes! don't step on my red suede shoes! they're kimchi blue, so of course they give me loads of blisters.. i wore them today and had to change to moccasins after an hour and a half. but ho hum i still love them.

we went to sonic after we shopped and had some trouble ordering our route 44 diet cherry limeades with no limes and extra cherries. they gave us route 44 regular cherry limeades with lots of limes and no cherries. and probably a healthy dose of spit. 

dude there is a poodle in that cloud. see it? it's like jumping in the air? maybe? its front paws are up? yeah? 

those are anna's super huge sunglasses. or sunnies, as rachel zoe says. (she had her baby congrats rachel zoe i bet de bebe is maaaaajor...or something!)

those are the moccasins that i'm wearing right now. i've had them for almost two years but i just started wearing them a lot because they look like peter pan shoes. we did peter pan at my high school last year and now i hate peter pan and have trouble wearing things related to it. 

those are my sunnies. tess says that i "look like elton john in the best of ways" when i wear them. 
he's hosting SNL on saturday. 
i'd like to meet andy samberg. 

other things that happened in my life since i last blogged: 
-a whole lot of nothing
-i fell in love with paul iacono from the hard times of rj berger (shame)

Thursday, March 3, 2011


tayler: i don't know what to write about.
tess: write about your aweeeesome friends and how you drank aweeeeeesome shooters and just soaked up each other's aweeeeeeesomeness.

yesterday, a few friends and i made sweatshirts. aka we ironed some images onto some fruit of the loom sweatshirts.

one friend made a star wars sweatshirt: 

one friend made some ridiculous cats-pulling-a-fish sweatshirt:

and another friend and i made......

LION SWEATSHIRTS! raaaaawr! scaaaaary! that lion's mouth is open and it's scaaaaaary!

that's alex. he's my 'indie' friend. he kept saying that a lot last night. 'indie.' what does that even mean? i get it in reference to movies and music, but i feel like people aren't 'indie.' i like the label 'hipster' better. eh.
but he's a cool cat and we're both wearing lion sweatshirts (that was kind of punny because lions are just big cats)! his face is normal and mine is questionable.

that's me making an 'i-think-you're-gross-because-you-want-to-listen-to-music-at-a-hideously-loud-volume-while-you're-in-the-shower-even-though-there-are-fifty-other-girls-living-on-your-floor-whose-opinions-and-eardrums-you-should-probably-try-to-respect' face while wearing a lion sweatshirt.

that's me making an 'oh-hey-my-hair-is-curly' face while wearing a lion sweatshirt.

and that's my 'i'm-going-to-awkwardly-kick-my-leg-up-and-make-a-dumb-face-that-you-can-only-half-see' pose while wearing a lion sweatshirt.

that's tess whippin' her hair back and forth and smiling awkwardly while cutting out stencils of victoria's secret pink dogs. she made the star wars sweatshirt.

noodle bowl bar in the dining hall tonight! i'm really excited about it, though the picture suggests otherwise. it's a 'hey whatevzzzzz noodle bowls are aiiiiight' face because i like to play it cool and not let my dining hall excitement show too much.

that's my nephew gavin and today is his first birthday.
he is so beautiful and his eyes are so big and blue and yesterday he tried to eat a crayon.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

i got a gaggle o' girls

i have really short hair and i've always had really short hair (except that time sophomore year when it like touched my shoulders) and i like it that way. but every once in awhile my hair gets long enough to have a ponytail that bounces and i love it. when it bounces i'm kind of like the little girl on 'despicable me' that says IT'S SO FLUFFY! that's how excited i get.

RIGHT? it's not even long and if it was on anyone else's head they'd be like 'oh god my hair isn't long and when i shampoo my hair i cry because there aren't (isn't? aren't?) eight feet of hair to wash! life sucks!' but i'm like 'hollaback my hair is in a ponytail and i only used six bobby pins instead of eight!'

it's dumb that i can find so many things to say about a ponytail/that i'm so excited about a ponytail. i should be concerned with things like politics and humanity and stuff. or charlie sheen? because that's what everyone in the world cares about, right? charlie sheen? we spent our entire english class today arguing about charlie sheen and how it's sad that his life is spiraling downward into a black abyss and we probs shouldn't laugh because the media is exploiting his disease and 'two and a half men' is pushing the feminist movement back about 800 years (not really, more like 23).

BUT. i haven't seen the charlie sheen interview (nor do i want to). so, since i spend half my life looking at blogs and eating meringues and waiting for to post the louis vuitton show, i get really excited about a ponytail.

bouncing ponytail.

(p.s. this movie 'hall pass'? that's gonna push the feminist movement back at least 87 years. at least.)

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

holy moly me oh myyyyyyy

i don't think i have anything clever/witty to say. not that i usually have clever/witty things to say. but i can usually think of a story or something to entice you with.
OH. here's a story: french people don't end sentences with prepositions and i'm pretty sure english speakers aren't supposed to either, but we do (like that sentence up there that ends with with). if it was proper english, it'd have to say "something with which to entice you." and if it was proper franglais, it'd say "une chose avec quelle je t'entice." LANGUAGE IS KEWL.

i bought the dress! and i wore something other than jeans and a shirt! progress, right? right? riiiiiiiight? it's super cute and kind of huge (hence the belt) and i decided it'll make a good pregnant dress if i ever happen to be pregnant.
oh, another story: i have a new favorite baby name. it's edith(edie) rose. it used to be olivia(livvy) jane. but the other day my little sister decided to steal that name from me and call her child olivia june. real nice, paris. one letter different.
do you like how possessive we are with inanimate and irrelevant objects like baby names? do you also like how none of my stories are actually stories?

socks, right? trends are weird. 'cause if a year ago, someone had said "tayler. in a year you're going to wear really tall school girl-esque socks with flats," i would have psh'd them and went on my merry way. but lo, i'm rockin' the socks.

this is what i looked like outside, minus the awkward sideways posing and such. i did take a picture of me pretending to smoke 'cause i was doing the whole 'oh i don't give a shit i'm wearing a leather jacket and pseudo ray bans' thing, but it was a fail of a picture.

scarf: target
jacket: miss sixty via von maur
dress: modcloth
slip under the dress: urban outfitters
belt: urban outfitters
socks: target
shoes: urban outfitters

that's my liam-aiken-as-a-squinty-child impression

except now he's not a child (ANNA) he's just super gorgeous (and still squinty) and i want to marry him.

 i bet he'd like the name edith.

hey guys here's another modcloth dress that i kind of like.  except i like this one in one of those "oh lord (sometimes i feel weird saying 'oh lord' because that's my last name) (my old boyfriend used to call me 'oh my tayler lord') (i always feel weird saying ex-boyfriend. i prefer old boyfriend) i would never wear that but it still somehow appeals to me" sort of ways. not one of those "oh my gosh i need to wear this now AND when i'm pregnant" sort of ways.

it's so deliciously eighties! like double breasted jackets! i looked up prince william on tumblr last night and there was something about double breasted jackets and i laughed (that last bit was for the benefit of tess and anna).
i feel like i would like this dress and i'd wear it with black tights and boots and be happy. and then i'd wear it in the summer with flats and still be happy. cripes. maybe i do want it.......and it's on sale.........oh no.

Friday, February 18, 2011

hey there ho there how do ya do?

no outfit post this friday 'cause i don't think my outfit is worth posting because it's the same pair of jeans i've worn in like the last three posts with another shirt (courtesy of my roomieshroomiepie) (but my underwear is really cute and frilly)/i'm doing office hours so i can't awkwardly pose in the upc office because that would be weird. so this post is basically about nothing. i just thought i'd check in, say hey there (ho there how do ya in princess diaries? at the beginning? lanna, anna and fontana?)


edit: they're actually $22.50. i've spent all of my money on dresses and fro yo, but alvin ailey is worth the money. the huxtables went to alvin ailey. sooo...
bye i'm sorry this post was pointless.

oh p.s. i ordered the dress! so maybe i'll wear cute things on tuesday.

Friday, February 11, 2011

it's disgustingly clear that we no longer live in the renaissance

i'm doing this post at the insistent urging of some friends ( SHOUT OUT COLBS AND KAYLEEEEE).

i think you should all know that i'm a terribly boring person. as such a boring person, the highlight of my life was the fact that i discovered glee. yeah, i know. i hate show choir more than i hate a lot of things (probably more than i hate cream of mushroom soup, which is saying something) but i can't help my love for glee. it's cheesy and annoying and i spent around ten hours watching it last saturday and now i'm hooked (waddup j-biebs episode on tuesday!)

disclaimer: i'm actually a really fun person and i like woody allen movies and listening to bob dylan and wearing leotards (youuuuu juuuuust waaaaait) and eating hummus and all of the other things that weird 'hipster/indie' kids are supposed to like. the whole glee thing is just a deep dark secret that i tell everyone. BUT HEY. i likes what i likes. that last statement defeats the purpose of a disclaimer, but i like bold face type and i'll jump at any chance to use it.

right? cute face that looks like i don't want to be doing this at all? mmhmm.

(why yes, that is me adjusting my bra strap as this picture was being taken, thank you for noticing)

THE BACK! i love this leotard a whole lot because the back is so spectacular. i'm a sucker for anything with a low/cut-out back, especially if it's a casual piece, ya know? 'cause then people think i'm just wearing a long-sleeved shirt because i'm a college student and i don't care and then BAM. no back.
sooo magical, i swear it. even if it does make going to the bathroom kind of a hassle.

shoes that i'm in love with that gave me bitchin' blisters on two toes.

no dumb face/pose picture this week. just dumb half-face-trying-to-figure-out-how-to-go-from-black&white-to-regular-on-the-webcam-plus-scarf.

leotard: american apparel
scarf: target
jeans and shoes: urban outfitters

now i have a question: should i buy this dress? it'd be like $55 with tax and shipping and everything from modcloth and i really like it but i'm having trouble bringing myself to spend money. thoughts? anna and i made a pro/con list and there were a lot of pros (one being the fact that she could borrow it, her suggestion) and i just don't knooooow.

so pretty, right? and it has long sleeves.

Friday, February 4, 2011

ne me quitte pas, mon cher

i feel like you should all hear this story, 'cause i thought it was really funny:

i was in the university program council office today with two other people. the girl said to the guy, 'alex, who's this girl in your profile picture?' and he said, 'my girlfriend.' and she said, 'when did you start dating? 'cause i sweeeear the last time i talked to you, you didn't have a girlfriend.' and he said, 'two and a half years ago.' hahahaaaahahahahahahahahahaadiahahahahahahadihahahahahaaaaaaa. funny, right?

so it has been freeeeezing (as always) in lincoln for the last week (snowpocalypse? is that what people are calling it? seriously scary wind chills and NO snow days here at UNL, thanks harvey perlman), so i haven't worn anything worth posting. but today it was like 35 degrees soooo i wore something other than a sweatshirt and jeans.

yeahyeah maybe? the shirt is like...completely see-through. we're going to cracker barrel tonight so i hope i don't shock any old folks passin' through Ltown.

ya know, i could write a rhetorical analysis about society's norms and how my wearing a see-through shirt is a violation of said norms and could possibly find its roots in ancient egyptian art and how that makes you feel and how that makes me feel and how that makes the old lady in the corner eating pancakes and grits feel and how what she's eating can relate back to certain race groups that are phenotypically AND genotypically different than the race of said woman. can you guess what classes i'm taking? school is cool!

boots&cats&boots&cats. keeewwwlll pose, right?

obligatory 'tayler can pose like a dork while making awkward faces that make everyone uncomfortable' picture. wow, that sounds really self-deprecating, doesn't it? eh. i love myself and i hate myself.

shirt, jeans and boots: urban outfitters
socks and scarf: target

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

pennies from heaven

OKAY. first real outfit post of my life. disclaimer: i can only make dumb faces. like not cute faces at all. like dean in blue valentine? he has to sing goofy? that's me. i can only pose goofy/make goofy faces. another disclaimer: i have a shitty PC with a shitty webcam/no digital camera so the picture quality sucks to the max. but i'm tryin'!

blurry times ten with laundry. but there's the outfit!

shirt/sweater/tunic/dress thing, beyourself
leggings, target
socks, target
boots, urban outfitters

there's the shirt up close. it's like a weird peacock feather/fern/splatter painted eighties sweater that i got for $15. it's mega huge and kind of ugly but in a cute way. ya know?


new boots. corner of the prayer shawl.
i really like them, i decided. and i have a funny story from my english class about them:

one of my best friends is in my english class and we were waiting for class to start and he goes, "how many pairs of shoes do you have?" i glare at him and say, "not that many. i just got these last night." and then this random boy who looks like a hick from the sticks says (in like the softest, little boy-i-est voice ever), "i like them because they're different. i've never seen ones that fold down like that before." and then the boy next to him goes, "yeah, they're okay." i was like....what? i guess it always warms my heart when boys say funny matter-of-fact, boy-type things.

oh heyyy there's my face.