just My Type: Katy Perry

These are some of my Fave Katy P. pix. I adore her, Shes really quiet the gem. I would Describe katy as... a Far more commercial Zooey Deschanel plus huge boobs. not to say I necessarily favor her over Zooey, to be rather frank, they're nothing alike and two completely different cups of tea.

I mean, Katy must be a babe! Its really no question. She is after all the wife to be of on of my favored humans Russell Brand. Knowing that she is the future Mrs. Brand only make me love her more. Whats not to love about her 40s pin-up girl look! For fuck sake the girl can dress up like a strawberry and still look mega fine!

Have you heard that new song? "California Girls", is it called? shes deffs my favorite of the poppy bunch. and yes, I enjoy pop music. whatever. So what if she kissed a girl and liked it? Isn't that ultra hot?!

just My Type: Marie Mccray

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Girls

Girls are really such delicate things, you guys need to remember that. Not that you should watch everything you say with a fine tooth comb, but to consider how she might feel is a no brainer.

Girls want to laugh, have a good time, want to feel safe and protected. Every girl is different, though I feel like these things are general enough to apply. And another thing, no girl wants to feel "general" either. So when a certain lady is special, let that be known. But never say it if you don't mean it, never lie, cause eventually she will see you for who you really are and that will set back your friendship.

This could really apply to a number of situations. This is my rule of thumb when it comes to girls but never a template. Every girl is different.

One time I met a girl that was really not havin it with me. I was probably the antithesis of what she was attracted too. I think she was into burly lumber Jack wolverine types that can sprout a full beard on command. I thought this was funny.

Also, always have a sense of humor about things, in any situation. This is some life advice. Be able to laugh about the bad times and not take yourself too seriously. Something I'm often times guilty of.

I hope I made your day better!
Smile! won't you?

we met on the train. [part 3]

previously on [part 2]

Part III.

As I was approaching my stop I let her know what a pleasure it was to meet her. Being trapped on a subway train durring rush hour is a miserable experience-any New Yorker will tell you this. A saying that comes to mind is "misery loves company" and it's true what they say-bad thing really do bring people together. When we were talking it could of been 3 hours that passed-I wasn't paying attention. Though it was probly alot less then that.

When I got off the train I was just reflecting on the moment. Grinning at the thought. No matter what happends, I can't take back the moment, why would I want to? When I got home I saw my sister and told her of the entire incident in an excited stupor. She's great with listening to my childish adventures/coming of age stories.

As far as ever seeing Zoe again goes, I can't really say. Back on the train ride I gave her a peice of paper to write her name on so I could find her on facebook. You know it's all just a game-whether you play it or not. So I wait till the next day's afternoon to add her on facebook, any longer and I might seem like I don't care at all-or something like that. We'll see how it plays out or if anything happends at all. you can never really say for certain what could happend next.

To be continued...

[part 4]

we met on the train. [part 2]

This little memoir piece is a continuation of [part 1].

Part II.

This is where I died. It is revealed that her name is Zoe(pronounced Zoe-E, like zooey deschanel). I was sold on her almost immediately. But wait, It gets better!

So obviously the first topic that popped into my mind once I found out her name, was Zooey Deschanel. I asked if she liked She & Him(zooey's band). We got into talking about music And found we listen to pretty similar stuff. On that particular day I was wearing one of my favorite new tee shirts. It's a vintage as fuck Cat Power shirt. I've gotten so much love for wearing that shirt-Cat power is da bomb.

So after chatting about music for a while I start think-dang, this chick has some indie cred foreal. It's pretty exciting when you find somebody who you have common interests with musically. It's something I'm finding to be more and more rare. I guess I like the same music as alot of girls/emo boys, whateves.

So to recap-met a babe-her name is Zoe, and if she read this.. she would probly think I'm totally weird for blogging my life and every exceptional moment in it. Yes, I found this chance encounter with her to be particularly fantastic.

we end up talking for a while and I realize I'm approaching my stop. There was a part of me that wishes it could of been further delayed but then I also wanted to get home. The way everything played out was already just too great-any longer and I could have blown it! It was quite the crazy encounter to meet someone totally interesting/attractive on the subway in New York City.

After learning more about her I saw it Fitting to take down her information. I got her full name to find on facebook and we exchanged numbers. It's alway exciting when you meet someone like this-you can never really say what could happen next and you start to draw conclusions into to the world that could be. I'm not crazy for thinking that/writing this am I?

I'm kinda writing alot-that says something right? It says, this stranger had some hell of an affect on me. I could only imagine what might be on her mind. She could of been unphased by the incident all together. All cercumstances considered I don't know/can say what will happend next. That's what's fun and exciting-not know what's next to come. Though I recognize this was something extraordinary/cosmic and would make a totally awesome story to tell.

To be continued...

[part 3]

just My Type: Portia Doubleday

This is the young starlet who has recently won my heart. Her name is Portia Double day and she was the featured Babe in that new Michael Cera jump off "Youth in Revolt". If you have seen it, you need to. Put that on your to do list. Now.

Every time she came on the screen my eyes were glued. I just wanted to stare at her without interruption but the changing from scene to scene made it a real tease. She is insanely beautiful and has just the cutest mannerisms through out the film. She has that something about her that is Uniquely French/Parisian. I adore the French.

I'm not entirely sure if shes even French, just simply pointing out this quality about her. Her look is totally ripped out of an Urban Outfitters' catalogue. Shes really adorable and I'm gonna guess your having a hard time taking your eyes off her too-aren't you?

We met on the train. [part 1]

The other day something really craze happend. I didn't know it was possible but I met someone one (that wasn't a crazy person) on the train!

It was as if any other day coming back from FIT, I took the E train from 23rd street. It happends all the time where I might see a cute girl on the train and we may catch eachother stealing glances, this day was no different. So I sit next to this really cute chick whose got on an over sized sweater and short shorts. We ride a stop or two and I'm not thinking much, just reading my book and listening to music when suddenly and announcement comes up. I didn't hear it too clearly with my music playing so I turn to her to ask what the conductor said. It turns out the train was not going into Queens, where we we're both headed, so we get off to wait for the next train at 42nd street.

I stand around her but don't say anything. The next train comes and we both get on. We stand next to eachother, I'm not sure if this was intentional or not. She takes out her book and begins to read. I love girls that read/own books in general, when someone reads it really says alot about their intellegence. So yeah we ride a few stops and it's about 6:00 pm-rush hour, and it's packed. It's typical that the train blows it about now but this particular day it was really bad.

So were standing next to eachother packed in a stationary subway car for atleast a half an hour. I start to think to myself and remember a story Evan told me about his friend Drew. Drews is this guy who's got just the most fantastic giant red afro-one that I must elaborate on anotherday, I have tried to interview him however was interupted. That's neither here nor there so-anyway. What he did was, on the subway he found himself exchanging glances with a babe. So he takes out a peice of paper infront of her, writes his number on it and let's her have it as he's getting off. Apperently she was a freak and calls him almost immediately. They hooked up for some time after, or so that's what I remember hearing. An ode to the bold.

So back to the story-this story about Drew comes to mind and I'm thinking maybe I can pull some shit like that! So I take out a peice of gum, and use the wrapper to write down my number, next to it I write "call/text". I then put this little gum wrapper/note in my pocket and think about when would be a good time to let her have it.

Sometime passes and the train is still moving unbeleivably slow, at this point we're still in manhattan approaching Lexington ave(the last stop before entering Queens). I start to think-this gum wrapper plan is stupid... Maybe I should just say something to her. The problem now was working up the courage to say something. She was reading a book so I thought to ask her what she was reading, the only thing was it had been silent for so long I forget how to even speak. I take some deep breathes and recall the use of my vocal chordes.

When I finally muster up the courage to say what was on my mind, I waited for her to flip her page asumming at that moment she was not forcused on her reading and able to hear me. I ask, "so what are you reading?". She turns and looks at me as if anticipating the question. I sensed she was glad I broke our tawdry silence. She begins elaborating on her book which evolves into a conversation. So now I'm talking to this girl on a subway car where both trapped on, could it be anymore perfect?

To be continued...

[part 2]

Timeline:2006

2006

Maybe you get only one of these in your life, I'm not certain. For me, her name is Joy. Even now, when I close my eyes and think of what love is, I see her. 2006 was the year we met and started going out. God. I was so in love with her, I couldn't stand being away from her. I was 16 and not knowing what was going on-I just went with my crazy feelings and let it unfold knowing little of what would result. That's what you do when you're that age right?

Joy was amazing. Durring this era I would spend so much time with her. She ultimately became my only friend. We would know eachother's high school schedule by heart and meet between every class even if it was for 2 minutes. Our time together was precious. I remember we went to the warped tour together since we both liked pop-punk. On random weekends she would invite me upstate with her family and we would just walk around suburban malls thinking we were the shit. In the summer she would go on vacation or camp and we would mail eachother letters. everything that I could ever get my hands on-ticket stubs, old bandaids, trinkets-things that carried a memory, I would collect in this shoe box. on that shoe box i wrote "2006 - " at the time hoping I would never put a date on the other end.

When I think of it now I still get warm feelings-it wasn't an insane amount of time ago and the memories of the 16 or so months we spent together was really something. Joy without a doubt affected me in the deepest of ways. If I hadn't met her, perhaps I wouldn't be so animate about writing. This blog would likely not exist. I remember when we were together I would keep a little journal and only let her read it, it was sorta how I would express myself to her when I didn't have the words to speak.

We were together up until early 2008, I guess we just sorta grew apart. We would break up and get back together weekly, we were a volitile couple. Though this particular time we didn't make up-that was it. She has been the inspiration/influence that I have written about countless times. Everything that could of been said of her, I have on a peice of paper some where. nice things. angry things. sweet things. moment of jealously and rage. she has taken me throught the emotional spectrum and shaped me into me.

No regrets now, cause what was learned from the experience was truely priceless. She was the girl I lost my virginity to though I would hardly describe it as a loss. She was a virgin too, I suppose you can call it an exchange. I feel really lucky to have experienced such a young naive love and wouldn't of had it any other way.

The huge dick you never had.

[Your inner Tyler Durden will thank you]

Jesus Christ! Can I stress it anymore? Confidence is everything! I know you've heard it enough times and may think it's too vague to even help you-but get off your ass and do some research. Confidence is a key components that make the great freaking amazing.

Is this a rant? Yes!

Guys. You need to find your inner confidence. When you're sulking in the corner cause you think your penis is small or something-everyone can sense this-as if you where letting off your our fragrance of "cock block". Girls know when you are comfortable and confident-it's primal.

When you have the courage to be who you want to be-all those around you will respect you. You will be straight forward, call it like it is, be funny, make girls wet etc. I'm serious! And not just making all this up-I promise.

When you are ultimate/boss, smart intelligent things will fountain from you're mouth. You will look your best(always) and not let anyone rain on your parade! You will make all those around you happy and lucky to know you, never be awkward and get invited to awesome parties where you will meet awesome people worthy of your presence.

Carry this further into the bedroom and well you will arrive-only after her.

If you can have this all figured out-your life will be a load easier. By no means am I suggesting my own mastery of this art-however I would wonder how Napoleon would of conquered Europe without this element. So friend-ponder this as you admire jealously in private to the lady killers and conquerors a like.

Goodday

PS. that fine line between confidence and kanye west. That could be A rant for another day. This one goes out to all the herbs!

up for discussion

These are some of my new friends I met this semester at school, Erica and Melissa. Totally great chatting with them-I only wish I could of captured some of the more raunchy conversation peices!

they're great, if you're ever in the soho area, drop by the volcom store where perhaps either of the 2 may be working.

Just my type: Camilla Belle

It's so obvious that I would be in love with her. When I told a friend of mine that I was gonna do a 'just my type' on her, she smugly replied "hahaha you would" . Fair enough. now allow me to elaboarate on this goddess I have deemed suitable for my means-hwahaha!

I'm a simple creature. Basically if an interview of someone exists-and I am lured to read it-and enjoyed reading it, I will love that person(maybe forever). Thus the case for the beautiful Camilla Belle, of which I read of in a Nylon from sometime last year.

Shall we Examine Exhibit A. the eye brows. I am in love with them. They work so well on her-I really wouldnt have it any other way. Her brow clearly rivals that of Joe Jonas. If they stayed together and had a kid, when that kid got old he probly woulda look something like the dad from the OC(Sandy Cohen-do your research). It's weird you know, I feel like Camilla and Joe Jonas are very simular and on par with each other. I would imagine guy feel as lusted towards Camilla Belle as teenage/middle american/normy/white girls would towards Joe. Kinda get what I'm saying?

This girl deffinently strikes a chord in me. I recognize something in her that is beyond a pretty face.

Sigh*

What a babe.

The girl I'm obsessed with

Judge me as you will.

Months ago was when I first heard of her. maybe I saw a picture or something. Whatever it was, she was brought to my attention. I've never formally met her, however I know as much as her facebook profile will tell me.

Yes. I'm a total creep. I've looked at all 1000+ profile/tagged/album pictures. I've read what she writes and occasional what others right to her. I do not check up on her daily, only when she comes to mind. This may be once or twice a month.

No, I don't have a shrine to her. No, I don't camp outsider her house. No, I don't stalk her. It's 2010, we keep folders full of pictures we like of the person we're obsessed with, she is no exception. She is beautiful.

I've been "obsessed" now for maybe a year. In this past year I've seen her in person 3 time, all of chance encounter. We roam the same parts of lower manhattan and even have mutual friends, it would only be a matter of time. The times I've seen her I was from a far. I've never spoken to her, yet I would recognize her face. When I see her I won't do anything, just take mental note. "that is her" I say to myself, and continue off.

Am I revealing too much? Or is this sounding familiar to you? No one needs to know...except you. What is the nature of our generation. To be stand-offish and criticize others for being animate of their desires and motivations?

Why am I revealing my nature?

Because maybe she will see this. Maybe she will read this. Maybe she'll even be flattered. What should I be afraid of? That she might get a glimpes into my soul and think badly of me? Then she's not for me. Simple as that. I would hope that I don't come across as a threat but instead a harmless admirer.

It's not like me to leave things up to chance when I know the odds aren't great. What I'm writing now you could say is my lottery ticket.

Jonn

A story to tell

I try to write every day, and post something every day if not every other day. A friend of mine, Ceasar Borja, broke down my blog theme into a simple formula.

hot-sexy-awesome girls want hot-sexy-awesome boys. period.

Hot is obvious. Sexy is-duh. And awesome is, up to you to define. People will recognize awesome when you've achieved it.

When you break it down into just that it kinda makes it hard to post new stuff. I mean, how much can you really write about hot girls/wakk guys/gay friends? enough to get me this far.

So its not like i pull story out of my ass. It comes from life. When you live, its not hard to have a story to tell.

So go out/interact/stop being shy. Have a fucking story to tell me when I meet you.

Check back tomorrow, I'll have an interesting story to tell.

Just My Type: Dylan Rieder

Better late then never! Without further blabbering, this is Dylan Rieder!



So a couple weeks back there was a Gravis demo at KCDC. I knew I NEEDED to be there since the Illusive Dylan rieder would show. So when I finally got to see him for the second time... It was alright... yeah(fucking)right! I fucking melted! Me and every women withing a 5 mile radius!

Besides being da domb pro skater, hes also a total style icon. Pioneering the male "tunic" or whatever you want to call it, Dylan seriously pushes the limits of fashion. I would describe his fashion sense as Taylor swift meets GQ. not getting a sense of what that is? thats Dylan, a totally unique style-on and off his board.

Ps.
Its been hectic, more posts soon!

Just My Type: Daisy Lowe

Everybody. This is Daisy Lowe, the woman responsible for indie-boners as well as scene-queen-soakers everywhere! This girl is F'in Badass/beautiful. Shes kinda a hard 10.
Unlike the typical indie/hipster/Cory Kennedy chic that most willy B'er are sportin', Daisy is of a bit more substance. For one she has boobs that are appreciative of a supportive bra. If this is the first time you're hearing of her, I suggest you google her immediately!
I first heard of her from my friend Dina. She might actually be more into her then me. when I was searching for pics of her to use Dina happily offered to donate from her creep folder of Daisy Lowe pics. Daisy is what you would call, her lesbian crush.

Ps, if you aren't collecting cool/awesome/creepy/funny/hot/interesting pics off the Internet yet, you're really missing out. just sayin.

creepin' credit

Dina Cook

Our Demanding World

I'm not singling anyone out cause that would be blowin their spot, but... If you take a moment, you might realize how demanding our society is.

It crossed my mind this morning as I was brushing my teeth. I had noticed they got slightly yellow from the weekend when I some times forget. I realized how much we put in just to be normal. For the extraordinary, I could only imagine.

For those of you who give a shit, you know who you are, we must smell good, have clean straight teeth, not a trace of acne, dress well, not be fat or greasy, have great hair, make sure our privates aren't gross, not have boogers, know exactly what to say and when to say it, never be flat broke, be constantly busy with something all while making it look nonchalant and effortless! Omg!

Now I'm not complaining, this is more a 'hats off' to everybody who experiences this everyday and get through it without a sweat(or so it seems). But don't worry, your secrets safe with me, you do you sexy mami/trick daddy.

Once again
GTL lifestyle
Hollahhh


B-T-dubz
don't give me that shit about starving kids in africa. cuz if any one anyone cares about the starving kids its me!

Deal Breakers

On behalf of Men everywhere, I propose this list I've compiled as Our new bible. Alright maybe on behalf of just me. These are my personal Deal breakers. Like if I'm just getting to know you, on that first date...or maybe it'll just come up in small talk, but the moment I find any of the things on this list to be true about you! All Bets are OFF!

Girl Deal Breakers

-If you're a Jesus freak
-taller then me
-shorter then me by more then 6 inches
-A Bad kisser
-if I dress better then you
-more macho then me
-if your vadge is gross
-dying(sorry)
-Illiturate
-are with child
-have AIDS(sorry)(kind falls into 'dying' category)
-ugly
-used to be a man
-look like any of my family members
-hairier then me
-obsessed with your ex
-talk wayyy too much and don't pause for a second to let me breath/think/respond
-Or have yellow teeth or gross teeth in general.

This was all from my dudely perspective. while chatting today with my new friend Katie I asked her what where some deal breakers of hers? what factors in the male species made her privates run and hide?! I had to know what girls have to say. so we got to brain storming! Surprisingly the list she came up with was a tad longer then the one i made, am I selling myself short? should I be completely sexist and make impossible demands?! Katie was a great sport and was a wealth of feminine Knowledge, so Fellas take notes!


Guy deal breakers

-Can't be shorter
-can't be unambitious(double neggy, sorry)
-Too American[burgers and fries]
-Not too conservative
-if you happend to be Uncultured and stupid
-Balding
-Size matters!
-Face tats
-Gross apt.
-Bad hygiene
-Overly metro/gay/prissy
-if you a Bigger cup size[titty wise]
-Body odor
-Crooked teeth
-Greasy hair
-If your more into shopping then me
-Lazy
-Where more Jewelery then me
-Chapped lips
-If you wear crocs
-Carpenter jeans
-Cowboy boots[nooo]

Wanted : Gay Bestfriend(part 2)

So. Not just anyone can be my gay best friend, there are certain criteria he must fill.If anyone is interested in applying, I would be happy to set up a (non-romantic) coffee date.

So these are big shoes to fill, first off, I want to make it clear I am looking for a gay friend, not lover. I don't mind flirting, I see it as flattery. Whatever you do, don't ever try to kiss me! Like that gross scene in "I love you man", after he goes on that man-date-dinner, ugh gross. Not that 2 men kissing is gross, just I wouldn't want to kiss a guy.

So now that we got that out of the way, we can move on to things that are just more my preference. I enjoy chatting over coffee, so if you like coffee that's a plus. It is important that you are able to provide me with plenty of incite on women. Most importantly we gotta click and enjoy eachother! Duh.

This isn't a must, but it would be cool if the guy was Latino. I am of course an equal opportunity friender. Though I was just considering my lack of gay friends, then remembered my lack of Latino friends as well and thought, let's kill 2 birds with 1 stone if we can!

Nabi got his

It would be rad if I could be set up on blind dates with your many gal pals. Have someone to pump me up on life. Give me the confidence to ask out girls and make power moves!

And of course this friendship will not be all about me. I'll be there for you too! If you're having guy problems, I'm there for you man. I'm a great listener and very open minded. I might even go with you to gay clubs!

getting down at the gay club.

If all this sounds super/mega/unbeleivably awesome! Then tell you what, you can contact me through this blog.

Just My Type: Léa Seydoux

Meet Léa Seydoux, shes a total babe. Shes a french actress that is sporting an all natural beauty that is rarely seen. whats not to love about this indie Queen? Shes stars in foreign films, Does AmAp ads and has awesome bobz! She is JUST MY TYPE!

FIT Cafeteria

This place is a total mindfuck/creative gold mind for me! I've been eating lunch and typing thoughts out on my phone for an hour now! Magical, seriously!

It's something about the cash-flow of gorgous girls, starbucks and awesome food that just makes here my little gold mind of awesome(by my standard) blog entries!

Before I dive into what I really like to write about, GIRLs! I have to give an honorable mention to the FIT cafeteria staff. Sushi, pizza, new and different entrees, grilled food, everything! I don't know how they do it. Even now when I drop by to grab a bite I am startled by the selection to the point where I just end up getting a boring salad. This has been the case the past two days.

So yeah, what else is there to say? The selection of honeys is choice, I look forward to meeting all of em and getting a chance to blog it up somemore!

I'm just having the most fantastic time here! If you ever want to catch me and just say hi/give me a hug/grab my number, idunno. You can find me in the caf! Most likely creeping while eating my freshly prepared spicy salmon role! (one of my faves). I'm really friendly and promise to not make you feel COMPLETELY uncomfortable. So don't be a stranger' love!