--Kalla-- - ProfilesArchive

About Me

Fashion Student. Stylist. Visual Merchandising Specialist. aka DAMN busy!
I break stuff.
I think sugar is a basic food group.
I like cookies and bubble baths.
I've been told I'm "prettier in person."
My mom is better than yours, and cuter, too.
I'm addicted to Ebay.
I'm a natural blonde.
You'll never know when I'm serious.
Music keeps me alive.
Kissing is hot.
I eat ice cream for breakfast.
I have bizarre psychic dreams.
MTV is my guilty pleasure.
I live to play dress up.
Strap me to a snowboard and I'll be happy (and broken) for weeks.
I am a closet nerd--I secretly own Magic cards and have an addiction to Diablo II.
Uggs are disgusting.
I like tea, and hugging trees when I'm lonely.
You Are Most Like Carrie!
You're quirky, flirty, and every guy's perfect first date.
But can the guy in question live up to your romantic ideal?
It's tough for you to find the right match - you're more than a little picky.
Never fear... You've got a great group of friends and a
great closet of clothes, no matter what!

My Interests

Biting. Reading. Underwear shopping. Drunk salsa at Tunnel Top. Anything DIY. Tattooed boys. Waking up at noon and watching haute couture shows while drizzling cereal on my keyboard. Conversation. Locking myself in my room to play dress up. Dessert. Shiny objects. Coffee. Markers. Berries. Visiting new places. Buying musical instruments I don't know how to play. Dancing when no one's looking. Dancing when they are looking. Tea parties. Willow trees. Vintage costume jewelry. Puppies.

I'd like to meet:

Pretty people who do big things.

And a hot boy with a puppy.

This could be you! Message me.

Music:

Descendents. Bright Eyes. She Wants Revenge. Sex Pistols. Marilyn Manson. The Faint. Jack Johnson. Nine Inch Nails. Death Cab for Cutie. Transplants. Wookiefoot. Fischer Spooner. Orishas. Social Distortion. AFI (old school). The Distillers. Shiny Toy Guns. Third Eye Blind. Anti-flag. The Shins. Counting Crows. Ben Kweller. Alkaline Trio. Bad Religion. Sublime. Broken Spindles. Ramones.

Movies:

The Red Violin. SLC Punk. Amelie. Chocolat. Little Miss Sunshine. Fight Club. The Royal Tenenbaums. True Romance. Anything by Almodovar.

Television:

Sex and the City. South Park.

Books:

Invisible Monsters. Blonde. Where the Wild Things Are. Idiot's Guide to Being Psychic. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Choke. Ten Little Indians. Please Shoot Me:An Oral History of Punk. The Good Humor Man. A Modest Proposal. Anything Dr. Suess.

Heroes:

Abby Hoffman. Monroe. Vivienne Westwood. Zack de la Rocha. My mommy. Cindy Sherman. Cecil Beaton. Che Guevara.
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My Blog

Love.

Is the law. Okay, so my heater doesn't turn off. It's 80 degrees outside and the thing is blasting hot air. It's warm enough for me to cook eggs on my couch. I vote nudity an...
Posted by --Kalla-- on Tue, 08 May 2007 11:25:00 PST

Drool.

Home is uneventful, as usual. Christmas equalled a closetful of Lulu Guinness and Nanette L. Lacey, ruffley, floofy things that make me resemble Little Bo Peep sans sheep. I have an armful...
Posted by --Kalla-- on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:54:00 PST

Crash.

It's a punk rock day. Fuck it, it's a punk rock week. My midterms are eating me, but I finished them (well, not tomorrow's). Finished last night's with Corona in hand. Life is...
Posted by --Kalla-- on Wed, 25 Oct 2006 12:06:00 PST

Thirst.

I've been back for less than 2 months, and already I'm bored with life and ready to start another. I want a new apartment. I want new furniture to put in it. I want a new major....
Posted by --Kalla-- on Wed, 11 Oct 2006 11:53:00 PST

Purr.

Love Fest. Becca's cocoa. And finally bed and an Almodovar movie.
Posted by --Kalla-- on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 11:34:00 PST

Lust.

I am royally crushing on about 4 and a quarter people right now, and it's not funny because I am behaving this week. Behaving makes your sheets cold.
Posted by --Kalla-- on Wed, 06 Sep 2006 10:44:00 PST

Run.

You're at the end of your driveway, confronted by pitch blackness, the open road, and your green mailbox with a name you haven't chosen pasted on the side and a number that means nothing just below it...
Posted by --Kalla-- on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 09:56:00 PST

Film.

I tried to be a film maker last night, but it made boys follow me home. It hurts to wake up--especially at night. Someone needs to clean my room.
Posted by --Kalla-- on Wed, 26 Apr 2006 12:42:00 PST

Change.

I think I might be going crazy. Or possibly developing emotions. Suddenly, I'm not kicking people out of my room anymore... but letting them stay the night and actually talking to them i...
Posted by --Kalla-- on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 12:17:00 PST

Hide.

Come hide in 408. I'll be hiding here too. Maybe we'll get cookies and listen to emo music.
Posted by --Kalla-- on Tue, 14 Mar 2006 06:21:00 PST