Saturday, August 29, 2009

A Tale Of Caution

Amy (4:16:12 AM): oh my god

Amy (4:16:18 AM): my ipod

Amy (4:16:20 AM): something

Amy (4:16:25 AM): something horrible happened

Shane (4:16:33 AM): oh no

Amy(4:16:55 AM): this is nooo good

Amy (4:17:02 AM): hahah

Amy (4:18:21 AM): my computer says

Amy (4:19:01 AM): go to the summary tab in ipod prefences and click restore this ipod ot factory settings

Shane (4:19:07 AM): do that

Amy (4:19:13 AM): how?

Amy (4:19:14 AM): HOW

Shane (4:19:20 AM): can you see your ipod in itunes

Shane (4:20:11 AM): go to the summary tab

Shane (4:20:14 AM): and click restore

Amy (4:20:34 AM): ok

Amy (4:20:37 AM): im doing that

Amy (4:20:46 AM): it mentioned something about erasing all of my data

Amy(4:20:57 AM): is it gonna erase all my data?

Amy (4:24:31 AM): i cant believe this

Amy (4:24:34 AM): nothing

Amy (4:24:38 AM): there is nothing on my ipod

"Shane" (4:24:39 AM): wut

"Shane" (4:24:46 AM): yout riee the ripper

Amy (4:24:52 AM): i cnat steal somethign that not there

"Shane" (4:24:59 AM): you tried the ripper.

"Shane" (4:25:04 AM): did you try the ripper.

"Shane" (4:25:13 AM): because dont talk like you know waht youre talking about

"Shane" (4:25:26 AM): you ipod didnt just erase itself

"Shane" (4:25:31 AM): its just corrupted

Amy (4:25:35 AM): i just told it to

Amyz (4:25:38 AM): you tld me to

"Shane" (4:25:44 AM): did you say YES?

Amy (4:25:48 AM): YES

"Shane" (4:25:50 AM): why the fuck did you do that??

"Shane" (4:26:01 AM): why would you ask me about the erasing music thing after the fact??

"Shane" (4:26:03 AM): ohhh ammmyyyy

Amy (4:26:07 AM): what

Amy (4:26:10 AM): what happened

Amy (4:26:15 AM): you told me to

Amy (4:26:44 AM): oh my god

"Shane" (4:26:48 AM): you fucked up

Amy (4:26:57 AM): you fucked up my ipod

"Shane" (4:27:01 AM): hahahah fuck you

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Struck!

last night i thought i got struck by lightning.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Yves Saint Laurent

Glitter sleeveless dress

Sunday, August 23, 2009

"Tweens are also a retailer's dream: consumers with a seemingly insatiable desire for the latest in everything, from Old Navy cargo pants to Limp Bizkit CDs. But to parents and teachers, they can also be a nightmare, aping the hair, clothes and makeup of celebrities twice their age while still throwing tantrums worthy of a 2-year-old."

". It was only the latest in a lifetime of anxieties. As little kids, tweens worried about being abducted by strangers and having their pictures ending up on milk cartons. Before they'd even been on a date, they'd heard all about AIDS."

"Not yet teens, but not quite kids, the 27 million tweens have huge market potential, and their idols have the shelf life of cotton candy. From "tha bomb" (coolest) to "played" (totally over)"

"Allie Terese Baron-Phillips, 10, of Tarzana, Calif., regularly tells her mother, Brenda Phillips, all the things she's worried about: homelessness, her nightly three hours of homework, the kids in her class who are already pairing off. "My life is really hectic right now," she says. "I'm already doing what some people in the 1800s weren't doing until they were full-grown adults. I get up at 6:30 every morning, go to school and have to rush through all my classes, come home and work on my homework, go to ice-skating lessons, watch a little TV, talk on the phone, do more homework and practice my violin. If I'm lucky, I get to sleep by 11. And then the entire ordeal starts again."

"The wrath of the tween is cruel and quick. Already in the cheapo CD bin: the brothers Hanson and sisters Spice."