16 posts tagged “charlotte”
Bonjour!
It's the second day in zine class, and I brought my laptop today, which is mighty nice, especially because it means that I can download all the videos and media from yesterday's NRJ awards.
I am currently struggling to write an introduction to my zine. It's hard to do, without sounding corny, or too air-headed.
While I think, here are some pictures that I took for my zine! I had a Durch Den Monsun moment in the rain, and thanks to Savannah's mad photography skillz, I have pictures to prove it. There are more, but I don't have the time to get them oriented properly, so here is one in the rain and then another picture:
Wheeee! We are about to print the zines now, so I shall speak with you again later!
xoxoxo
Charlotte
P.S. I'm about to murder some of the people in this class.
On another note, my best friend is completely rad and I love my sunglasses.
I'm thinking about putting this interview in my bookmarks, just so I can read it & be happy as often as possible.
Goodnight!
xoxo,
Charlotte
Yes, that is my tough face.
YF posted this...I haven't done one of these in a while, and thought I'd do it, just for kicks. You should fill it out as well...and let me know that you are, so I can go read it.
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Anyone ever named Charlotte, and Chas Addams.
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Hmm..the other day.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Yes
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Prosciutto cotto!
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? Nein...just my twins ;)
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I like to think so
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Yes, I am quite the sarcastic soul
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS ? Yes, and rather large ones as well.
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? I seriously would love to.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? Wheaties, [plain] Cheerios, and Lucky Charms.
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Vans: No. Cons: Yes.
12 DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Noo...
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? Phish food Ben and Jerry's
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Clothes/shoes
15. RED OR PINK? Pink, except for my hair, then RED.
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? Eesh...that
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? Hmm....
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? I'd love to read others' responses!
19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Blue jeans
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Trader Joe's Chocolate Chips from the bag...uugh I swear this is the last day!
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? MarketPlace on NPR.
22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Macaroni and cheese
23. FAVORITE SMELLS? Inside my brother's car, Christmas, photocopiers
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Hanna!
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yes, she takes lovely pictures!
26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Fooooooootball! (aka calcio. aka soccer)
27. HAIR COLOR? Nuclear red
28. EYE COLOR? Blue says my ID
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nein. If I did, they'd be brown.
30. FAVORITE FOOD? Cupcakes!
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? I like the super-tragic endings that make you sob.
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Fantasia!
33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? A black one over longsleeved gray.
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? That's hard...but I'm going to say winter 'cause it's got Christmas and my birthday
35. HUGS OR KISSES? ummm Hugs
36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Cupcakes...strawberry bavarian...lemon merangue pie.
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Gosh, I haven't a clue.
38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Probably... YF because she posted it already!
39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? The Perks of Being a Wallflower
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? I don't use it (trackpad), but it is silver and has a mouse on it.
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? I don't have TV!
42 FAVORITE SOUND? A printing press.
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles, for sure!
44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Europe (Italy, France, Monaco).
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I can do this with my eyes....
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Santa Rosa, California.
...Learn anything new?
Reaching for her homework,
Charlotte
It's really happening. I know I keep saying that...I know that you must be thinking "ja, eNOUGH already, we realise that you're excited, blah blah blah" but you don't understand. Probably. And if you do...then you know exactly what kind of strangled squealing noises issued forth from my mouth after I opened the padded envelope and held them in my hands. And why my heartbeat hasn't quite slowed down. And why I still haven't opened them because I can't bear to. Wow.
I'm not going to keep both of them, one is going to go to my beloved Hanna (with whom I had a total K-twins drool session with today- love ya, kid!). But one will still be mine. And I think I may have another one in the mail to me, so that I can have one open to play and gaze at, and another to just...have.
I'm also going to submit the above picture (unfortunately I couldn't get a good one with all four boys...stupid poster is uncooperative...GUSTI I LOVE YOU) to the Official eTeam in the hopes of winning this tshirt:
I'm starting to get lightheaded from not breathing.
Gazing at them lovingly,
Charlotte
P.S. I'm kind of sad that when they're all sold out I won't be able to use this banner anymore, as I am exceedingly proud of how it turned out.
Did you see the post on the Fred Flare Blog a month ago about the Fred Flare Book Club? You can click the link to chex it out, but pretty much what happened is Keith posted about how awesome books are and asked for people's suggestions for the first ever Fred Flare Book Club pick! About a gazillion people commented, which was amazing, and about eight trillion fantastic books were suggested! Keith and I looked through all of them, and, after much difficult narrowing down, picked this book:
Standing on the fringes of life offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor. This haunting novel about the dilemma of passivity vs. passion marks the stunning debut of a provocative new voice in contemporary fiction: The Perks Of Being A Wallflower.
This is the story of what it's like to grow up in high school. More intimate than a diary, Charlie's letters are singular and unique, hilarious and devastating. We may not know where he lives. We may not know to whom he is writing. All we know is the world he shares. Caught between trying to live his life and trying to run from it puts him on a strange course through uncharted territory. The world of first dates and mixed tapes, family dramas and new friends. The world of sex, drugs, and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, when all one requires is that perfect song on that perfect drive to feel infinite.
Through Charlie, Stephen Chbosky has created a deeply affecting coming-of-age story, a powerful novel that will spirit you back to those wild and poignant roller coaster days known as growing up.
I would definitely recommend reading this book!! If you don't have a copy, pick up one at the library! Fred Flare also has it on special for $9.99, or you can stop by your local independent bookstore. Read it, enjoy it, and stop in at the FF Blog on October 17 for a super discussion of fun!!
Love always,
Charlie
Make sure that you run on over to the blog and check out the post...leave some comments to let them know just how much you love everything about it!
More fun FF stuff coming up, along with TH news (and a background on the boys for any new FF readers...welcome!), plus yer normal charlotte themed posts!
Giggling and clapping,
Charlotte
Gawd, I really ought to calm down....
Sometimes laziness results in cool hair styles. This morning I didn't really want to blow dry/straighten my hair like usual (so didn't have time, either), and so I french-braided that shizZz! Its almost not long enough, but works (I hair sprayed it a bit afterword, just in case) if it's wet, which it was.
And ja, those dark circles under my eyes are due to lack of sleep, not make up (left that off, as well). Yesss for weekends!
Kay I gots to write creatively now!
Flexing her fingers,
Charlotte
The Official Tokio Hotel MySpace page finally put up a blog about all the birthdays that have been going down, and this is what it said:
WHATEVER!
On a completelyunrelated note? Is it weird to Google yourself? Ok, yeah, just checking.
I think I'm going to go find a nice, warm hole and crawl in it. Arrivaderci!!
Weird mood,
Charlotte
...especially when she has not had the opportunity to properly goth it up for a while, heh heh heh. I used to go the whole eyeliner/black lipstick route quite a bit, but had to resist whilst in Italy, and then it's kinda hard to pull off with bright pink hair. Especially, you know, if you don't look particularly gothy, like me. So when I get the chance...I go all out!
Hmm, since I'm a dirty little attention h-bag, I'll share another pic with you!
Hmmmm....can't really think of much else to share!! My day had been pretty uneventful thus far. Oh c-rap, it's already 8 pm. I gotz to eat something für dinner and then...finish my Civics. Oh yeah, speaking of school, we tried it out in Phys and my hair does glow under black light! It was pretty much the most amazing thing ever, and then Rog (the teacher) drew the things on the board that are in my hair that it makes it do that, and said that they're carcinogenic if ingested but I told him that's okay, I wasn't exactly planning on drinking it anyway. Now I have to bring in the dye bottle so that he can examine the ingredient list. Scientists... ::shakes head::
I also ((finally)) got my September Vogue!! It's about the size of a house, and so we got a package tag for it in the mail box. I'll put a pic of it up later...not now, because #&(@ing PhotoBooth is frozen again. GJ, StrongBad, GJ.
One last thing:
Wondering at how awesome her life is,
Charlotte
Indicate a person who has had significant influence on you, and describe that influence.
Most artists have muses. Though some may feel it a stretch to call me an “artist,” it’s safe to say that I have a muse. Or, maybe not even that, as it is rather fancy sounding and rather pretentious. Let’s just say that I have Charlotte. Unclassifiable but without a doubt classy, Charlotte is the one that keeps me going in what is (usually) the right direction, and always gives her advice, whether I ask for it or not. And I always follow it.
I don’t remember, exactly, the day Charlotte came into my life. It wasn’t one of those things that would always stay with me, every detail, from the precise color of the linoleum floor of the house three numbers down on the left-hand side to the slightly citrusy scent of the shampoo she had used that morning. No, I don’t remember any of that. I just know that one day she wasn’t there, and the next day she was. It was as simple as that. She had hair the color of a neon sign and chewed her nails while she spoke, muffling language that would make a sailor blush. She was amazing.
Around the time that she showed up I had been in Italy on student exchange for eight months, away from my family, my friends, everything that was normal for me. I felt like I was stagnating, like I wasn’t able to change into who I really was, like there was this other me, just around the corner, but I couldn’t quite reach her. Charlotte was everything that I wanted to be: different, intelligent, pretty, and with a name that seemed to be something out of an 1800s romance novel.
Charlie got me through the last month of my stay in Italy, helped me adjust to life back at home, and counseled me on how to manage eight 12 year old boys during my time as a Junior Counselor at Nerd Camp. She convinced me to bleach out my Italy-colored brown hair and dye it a retina-burning fuchsia to match her own, and then forced me to stand by my self when those pink locks got me fired from the job that I had been waiting all year for, a job that I needed. As always, she was right, and I now have a better job and my hair is amazing.
Charlotte keeps me strong. Sometimes she lets me wallow, but then she makes me get up, man up, dust myself off and keep going because crying doesn’t help anything and smears your makeup besides. She doesn’t care what other people think I am, or think I should be, she knows what I am, more than I do.
Thanks to Charlotte, I’ve braver, more inclined to fight for what I want, and have a better idea of what, exactly, it is that I want. And, heck, she had me at “hello.” Or, more accurately, she had me at “Hello, I’m Charlotte. Who the eff are you?”
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Ha! That's it. My big eff-you to my teacher and college admissions crap. It's about myself, yoz.
((Ahem. To any college admissions-types who are reading this to find out more about the person behind the application, or who Googled my essay because it's so amazingly excellent that you can't believe it's not plagiarized: I love you. I love everything about you, everything you do. Please let me in your school. You shan't regret it.))
...Sometimes I worry that my educators and teachers won't get my humor. Then I realise that I don't really care.
Grinning like a superior-type,
Charlotte
((Charlotte sez:: Did you note the amazing??))
((The Other One sez: Shuddup, you big-headed cow.))
((Charlotte: Did you just call me a cow? Jeanz!))
((TOO: Dammit!))
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