FOR ASLAAAAAAN!

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!

right?

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.

precious.



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 style.com 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.)

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.

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 do...like in princess diaries? at the beginning? lanna, anna and fontana?)

I JUST FOUND OUT THAT ALVIN AILEY IS FREE FOR STUDENTS! HOLY CRIPES I HAVE TO LEAVE THE INTERWEBS AND GET TICKETS!

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.

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.



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

pennies from heaven

shooooobiedoobie.
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?

COUTURE POSE! DUMB FACE!

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.