(The TS man himself..WADDUP)

(Oh hayy)

(Beautiful womping weather)

(Letting the good times roooooooll)

(Awww yeaaaaah at the Hard stage)

(Random BFF of the night: I call him “the third” #causethat’stheonlypartofhisnamethatiremember)

(Meet Joey. His cuteness can cure cancer. )

Here are the pictures as promised! This weekend I am off to Sequoia National Park for some hXc camping. I will report back if I am not eaten by a bear.

Camping is inTENTS! haaaa,
Teresa

(In order to fully reap the epicness of this blog entry, please listen to this while you read)

Two nights ago I attended the midnight showing of Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World..even though what I really should’ve been doing was resting in bed and catching up on some much needed Z’s because my throat felt like a fireball of death and my head more or less resembled a watermelon (less fresh and tasty, more heavy and green). I weighed the outcomes: don’t go and be a Patty Pansy..but a healthy Patty Pansy, or go even though you’ll be stuck in a cold room for two hours with chairs that don’t recline and you risk falling asleep anyway therefore wasting $11.50 that you could’ve spent on the studs and spikes ring you’ve been eyeing at the office. So naturally, I loaded up on as much prescription medicine as possible, gave a rousing pep talk to my white blood cells, and trekked on to the cinemas. I don’t know if it was the fact that I was half drugged out on tylenol, or if I was exhausted to the point of hallucinations, or if the movie was just so damn good…but srsly, that movie was just so. damn. good.

I didn’t think it was even remotely possible for a movie to do a book justice but somehow director/screenwriter Edgar Wright brought the SP series to life and then immortalized it. I’ve never seen a movie adaptation go so unbelievably well. Any SP fan can tell you that this film, unlike most film adaptations (I’m looking at you M. Night Shyamalan), was not made carelessly. Wright most certainly went through a great deal to make sure every aspect of the film was no less than 7000% EPIC ALLY EPIC (that includes but is not limited to casting, acting, special effects, storyline). I must also praise Michael Cera for his fantastic representation as the lame but totally super cool Scott P. I must admit that I did doubt Cera’s awesome awkwardness would suffice but about 15-30 minutes into the film, all doubt was vanquished as I realized he had definitely brought his A game…and for that I am eternally grateful (ditto to the rest of the cast).

I believe anyone, not just SP fans, can watch this film and have a good time for 5 reasons: 1. It’s haaalarious 2. It’s filled to the brim with stellar visual effects 3. Its innovative use of storytelling proves that even to this day movies can still be original 3. It’s awesome 4. Another word for awesome 5. Do you even need another reason? So don’t be discouraged you non-SP readers! Go out and embrace Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World for what it really is..”an epic of epic epicness.”

#wellthatwasepic,
Teresa

(One word: braingasms. )

Even though I partook in this year’s Electric Daisy Carnival festivities, I have to admit that I enjoyed Hard’s lineup much, much more. However that could also be due to the fact that I was too lazy to trudge back and forth and side to side between five stages (Hard had only two stages.) Regardless, I had an awesome time this past Saturday. With good music, good company, and GOOD pizza vendors, how could you not enjoy yourself? My favorites of the day were Breakbot, The Twelves, Green Velvet, Flying Lotus, and most definitely Diplo. Breakbot and The Twelves had me swaying and grooving to their upbeat, dancey shuffley tunes (if Hard were a high school, they would be the cool kids); Green Velvet, a pioneer of house music, kept it old school but at the same time fresh and fabulous (his energy was through the Earth’s atmosphere); Flylo had me encased in a glass box of bass and wompage (it felt as if a rocket ship was blasting off inside my stomach, lungs, and head); but Diplo…Diplo had me on the floor writhing in pure, unadulterated satisfaction. His entire set BLEW. MY. MIND. Pretty much everything you can think of that sounds good in this world…he got all of it and dubsteptized it. He even managed to appeal to all audiences…which is a very difficult feat to accomplish for not just DJs but any kind of musical act. And to finish off his already flawless set, he spun Bassnectar’s remix of “Where is My Mind?” Yes, Diplo, where the hell indeed is my mind after that song? Dude…I don’t think I’ll ever find it.

(AWESOME PICTURES COMING SOON (WHEN I HAVE MONEY TO DEVELOP THEM) )

May the womp be with you,
Teresa

I’ve never been inclined to wear rings. To me, rings belonged on the fingers of girls who wore floofy dresses and strappy shoes (I wear oversized t-shirts and worn out high tops.) Last year, I met this girl who wore a ring on almost every finger and sometimes even two on one finger. I was oddly fascinated by this. The more I hung out with her, the more I felt myself warming up to the idea of accessorizing my naked digits. It soon became an obsession…just like everything else does when I’m around it for too long. But no matter how much I searched, ransacked and pillaged…I could not find any rings that tickled my fancy. The first ring I ever purchased (not counting those that are dispensed out of tiny, red, plasticky vending machines) was actually at Threadsence. TRUE STORY. I kid you not, this is not for the sake of promoting our (awesome and affordable) rings. I paid a whopping $12 (what a steal!) for the silver two finger ring (pictured above in top left) and I have not looked back since. It’s simple, sleek, stylish, and can also serve as an effective weapon when applied directly into someone’s face. What else can you possibly need? TS offers a multitude of rings – especially two/three finger rings. We just love to stick our fingers in as many holes as we can, y’know? Now that the obligatory sexual innuendo is out of the way, just go out and get one (or five) already!

You know you wannaaa,
Teresa