Think BLUE: The L.A. Flea Market.

Over the weekend, Jaya and I went to the FIRST EVER L.A. Flea Market at Dodger Stadium and it was... ehh.

But I won't judge it too harshly because, you know, it was only the first one, and it was 304983023 degrees outside. At one point, we were walking up a small hill and it just felt like we were getting closer and CLOSER sun- it was pretttty gnarly.

The funniest thing- not that many people walking the flea market, but TONS of people surrounding the food trucks. WHAAA? You paid $5 to get in just so you can pay another $7 for fried things that you could get cheaper in Chinatown?! (But to keep it real, we paid, like, $4 for curly fries and garlic mayo).

The only things that we ended up buying (beside delicious fries) were a handful of friendship bracelets (a couple to wear, another to send to a friend); a semi-precious stone ring for Jaaaaa, and two bug marbles (explained below). Soooo, we didn't make out like bandits, but at least I ended the day with cash in my pockets!! WHAT WHAT!

PICTURE TIME!!
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The stadium:

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Some gold + black fans:

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Jaya: "I wonder how much that it?"

Me: "The gold panther?"

Jaya: "Ummm, I guess that, too. I meant the rug."

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The view of downtown from the Flea Market.

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One of the most interesting booths: dead animals and insects captured in plastic. We bought a couple of bugs in flat marbles (one for Jaya, another for a friend who will definitely cringe). 

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Ahhhh! A white mouse IN a gear box knob!

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THINK BLUE.

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What I wore that day. I am AMAZED that I didn't melt in a black top (again, 908324098 degrees outside). I'm a little saddened that I'm not wearing a more thrifted/flea market scavenged get-up, but whatevs, it happened. I'll try harder next time.

Sunglasses:: Bleudame.com
Talon Necklace:: Old dude @ Fairfax Flea Market.
Black top:: H&M.
Brown purse: Torrance Antique Fair/Flea Market.
Leather belt: Target.
Chambray shorts: Forever 21.
Oxford SHOOOOES: Osborn Shoes

If you're interested, the next L.A. Flea Market will be August 29th, so hit it up... if you like food trucks... or if you want to buy things from Rick Dees' garage.

Don't mind me.

I want to MURDER Disqus and/or Blogger.

I think my Comments link isn't working, so I'm posting up something to to sssscheck it out. (If someone knows how to re-install Disqus on Blogger... well, I guess you couldn't TELL ME BECAUSE THE COMMENTS AREN'T WORKING. Dammmmmn you Sharktopus!!)

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Here, look at turrrrrible pictures of my ever-growing Fozzie Bear (aka tomato plant). They are sweet with a slightly salty aftertaste (ummm, sounds dirty) and are the perfect size for salads.

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Here are some recent style inspirations (found on HOY, Stil in Berlin, and Hel-Looks):

THIS BETTER FUCKING WORK.

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**EDIT: It works! The murderous rage storm I was feeling earlier has subsided and now, looking back at those style pictures: I want #001's hair, I want #002's color palette, I want #003's... EVERYTHING (demeanor included), and lastly, I want #004's adorableness (and hair and necklace).

The dulcet tones of a Giant Screamer.

Do you know what I believe to be one of the last, greatest mysteries left in this stalker-y, internet-based world?

Hearing someone's voice for the first time.

A person's voice can be like a newborn baby giraffe- really sweet and adorable, but all KINDS of awkward; or it can be like some of these summertime blockbuster movies- it's maybe all right, but ultimately kind of a letdown (and definitely not worth $9 ticket price).

Annnyway, Jaya forced me to do that accent thingie that's roaming the vast halls of Tumblr. FORCED ME.

Soooo, mystery revealed; my voice is like saccharine sweet honey dripping from... hahaha, joking.

Ssscheck it out. GO AHEAD AND JUDGE ME FOR SAYING "CAR-MUL" AND NOT "CAR-A-MEL." In my defense, if I don't have to say an extra syllable, I AIN'T GONNA.

Things you might learn about me via this video:
001/ I am a fidgeter. Fidget, fidget.
002/ I'm not wearing sunglasses to be a douche. Jaya just reminded me that watching video of people not looking directly the camera is painful.
003/ I'm a looooow talker (I'm whispering right now).
004/ I'm not much of enunciator. I mean, "com-fa-toh-bull"?
005/ I be from Los Angeles, CA. REPRESENT.
006/ In order to diffuse possibly awkward and unfunny situations, I "tend' to (re: probably always) sound  like a gay choirmaster who's in love with show tunes. Trust me, you'll understand when (or if, I dunno if you want to watch this. no pressure) the second video.

Here's the list of words:
Tootsie Roll
Comfortable
Orange
Both
Tour 
Toilet
Sure
Nevada
Roof
Chocolate
Route
Drawer
Coupon 
Ramen noodles
Pecan
Caramel
Milk 
Again
Carribean
Wash
New Orleans
Crayon
Envelope
Coffee
Reese’s Pieces
Data


Kaya's "Accent." from Jaya T on Vimeo.



HOLLLLA! from Jaya T on Vimeo.


Check out Jaya's and compare. Do we sound alike?? I dunnno...

**A LITTLE FYI: I know that you can't really see it, but here's the inspiration for my hairdooooo. I've been wearing my huuurrrr like this maybe 6 out of 7 days a week. (Found on HOY Fashion).