Random Doodads and Humdingers

I finally feel that I can accomplish the body I've always wanted. I've never been able to say that before. Not when I was as chunky as Chunk from The Goonies:

Nor after I did pilates, weights and running on a treadmill for three years. Nope. 

I can officially and confidently exclaim that I'M ALREADY GETTING THE BODY I HAVE WANTED FOR TEN FRICKIN' YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First New Years resolution of losing ten pounds? Um, chyeah that's gonna be a snap. 

I'm addicted to my healthy regime, but in a not not okay-going too far-starving myself-etc kinda way. I can now jog a whole block without straining myself or pushing it too hard or my legs feeling like theyz gonna snap off behind me. My stamina is growing and I literally woke up this morning thinking, 'Is work over yet so I can go for a run?' 

What up.

Also, I'm eating so well and nutritiously it's kinda, basically, stupid unreal. Protein shake for breakfast, low glycemic fruits, lentils and a salad with carrots, a dab of cottage cheese and grilled chicken for dinn. I mean, this is insane!!! I'm motherfuckin' Kelsi. I eat junk, ice cream every day, candy, chocolate, pop tarts, warm delights 150 calorie 30 second chocolate cake, soda and pasta! 

And that's just an average day usually. 

Wha wha in the butt! I'm a new, shrinking me! This is gonna be so awesome. 

Plus, I'm supa pumped for the beast order I made from Urban Outfitters. Specifically a really coot black toggle coat that was originally $148 that I snagged for $13.49. I can't wait, mainly because there's a bunch of tops for the forthcoming Spring and I was in desperate need of them. 

Basically, all in all and around the merry go round, this past weekend was just phenomenally great. Friday night was a really cute girls night, crashed by two half naked silly pants (literally, they were wearing hot pink girls' shorts with socks to cover their junk) boys and a ton of talking about I don't even remember.

Saturday was a leisurely afternoon of laying in the sun on my balcony, reading, then dressing up for a wicked Masquerade birthday bash. I had this stellar blue and gold mask with matching tassel beads hanging over my lower face (which left my nose and cheeks covered in blue ink halfway through the night, making it look like I made out with a friggin' Smurf. Always a splendor). 

The music was fun and I somehow managed to dance my booty off in five inch glittery wedges without falling on my ass. A feat in those babies. And I finally had an amazing, soul-filling, passionate chat with a girl who owns a good portion of said soul that I hadn't seen nor talked to nearly all last year. It literally patched up a massive part of my emo self and I can be incredibly emo. 

It was documented as such below (and no, I didn't fall, I purposely sat on the curb and no, this isn't sarcasm. Seriously. Stop. I'm being honest! I'm not joking. I didn't fall! Goddammit...). :DDD <3

And Sunday was just really good, for no apparent reason. I cleaned and caught up on six episodes of Gossip Girl, worked out and went for a cleansing 35 minute jog/run around my neighborhood, listening to kick ass, inspiring music. It was all simply stupendous and I lobed ever second and wanted to share it, so errbody had a little bit of the random magic I had those three days. 

Catch you on the flip flop.

Resolution to Dosolution

 

Since Sunday, but really it hadn't gone into effect till Tuesday, I've decided to actually put an effort into making my New Years Resolutions happen. I had three, which was relatively small compared to Princessa's, which was like fifteen. Best resolutions list EVER, but that's for her and this post is about mine.

The first was to lose ten pounds. Totally and fully gonna make zhat real and factual and that's that. 

So, in order to have it stick, I need to lose my massive addiction to tasty treats. I'd be fuckin' skinny up the wazoo if sugar didn't exist. Alas, it does and when there's a Twix or cookies n' cream ice cream or a box of chocolates, I'm doomed. Sorry, Forest, but my life is not a box of chocolates no mo (especially since I can't just pick one without knowing what I'll get since if it's a nut one, I'll upchuck then die). 

Therefore, I'm dedicating myself to reverting my bad sugar craving into only eating dark chocolate 60% and up. Yep, that's right. Me, the girl who despised dark chocolate from the womb, is quite partial to it now. I've been turned! Hip to the fucking hooray already.

That's step one to my first resolution. Since Sunday (last Wednesday was the real start, but I over did it like the fat kid in Matilda who eats the entire chocolate cake in front of the whole school and killed my muscles so much that it hurt to walk, let alone wear my precious heels) I've been going for a thirty to forty five minute jog/sprint/run around my 'hood. 

It feels so fuckin' goot and I listen to 'Monster' by Kanye while I strut ma stuff and I feel like such a G. A mega white G who looks entirely like a midget with my layers of workout clothes, but still. Gator don't take shit from nobody! Same applies fo me so zip it or I'll bust a cap in yo ass. 

Uh, one.

Basically, I'm very happy with myself for making this turn around and sticking to it. And believe me, four days is a lot in Sparkle years for deciding to go healthy and maintaining it. Plus, I'm drinking freight train loads of water each day. In addition to working out my torso and arms for twenty minutes too. 

Say it wif me: Boo. Ya.

After this resolution transforms moi, I'm pretty confident in my second resolution coming to life. I can't remember what my third was though. I think it was travel and that's already a fo sho thing. West coast watch out! Btw, I have no flipping idea what to do for my big 2-1 since my besties are a year younger than me so any suggests? 

I'd rather not have my highly anticipated 21st bday fail miserably, if you know what I'm sayin'.

Sparkle out bitches! <3

 

^ God, I need to wax...

In the name of Zoë

 

 

I have loved and followed Zoë Saldana pretty much so meticulously I've had my nose stuck between her boobies since before Avatar. Like, Center Stage days, but then disappeared a bit till she returned fully glam and retardly beautiful. However, the one thing - or should I say one accessory - that I am positively smitten with good ol' Zo is her sublime choice of shoes.

Surriously.

Every single outfit she wears - and oh boy, has she worn some of my FAVORITE pieces from so many designers I die a little at the couture overload - she wears the most ideal, fitting heels with each look!

I mean, it's insane!

But obviously in ze best fabulous way possible. I idolize her style. Plus, she has a rockin' hot bod from years of ballet. My ideal scene for how I've always wanted to be skinny, though I managed with my own choice of workout.

Shout out to Ab crunch Pilates VHS!

So, what is it that creates gorgeous Zoë's masterpiece outfits? Her stylist? Her boldness? Sassiness? Confidence? I'mma go with all of ze above. Who are we kidding? Hollywood women can have some really top notch taste in fashion, but it's usually the stylist's that tie it all up in a wonderful French bow.

I'm sorta known as the stylist of my bestie group. I'm constantly being asked to dress my girlies or go shopping with them or help them find something to wear from their closets when we go out on the (meh) town.

And I kinda really lobe it. Matching up different articles of clothing with accessories and mm, shoes...(and by shoes, I mean heels)...it satisfies me with a great big warm fashionista cup of coffee. Wait, scratch that. Cup of vanilla latte, not coffee. I gotta have me some flava.

Flavor flave! Yeeeeee boiiiiiiiiiiiii.

Anyway, whether it's spring or winter, Zoë knows how to dress to impress. Ubber cute. Ubber chic. Ubber stunning. I've yet to see something on her person that hasn't knocked me over with a bottle of fabulous. And it's not just over the course of a publicity tour for a movie, or even a year. Naw, it's been since about 2008 that I've kept a peeping eye on Zoë Saldana.

 

She really stepped it up a notch (or a gazillion) during Star Trek's promo tour.

 I loved her long hair.

 2009 was definitely the year of the Zoë. It just happened to be my year for choosing my favorite collection pieces from a variety of designers -- all of which Zoë somehow managed to wear, pulling it off flawlessly. We were so on the same page it ain't even funny (but it is). 

Like, she wore the one Emilio Pucci sequin dress I liked of his (above ^) AND paired it with my favorite 'It' pair of Brian Atwood heels of that moment. I mean, come on. Our brains were practically one.

 

She's sew cute I kinda don't know what to do with myself.

 

Another superb thing about the dancer/model/actress is that she knows how to work it with small boobs. Yaya! sister, wez be in the same little A boat. But you know something that I think guys forget as well as women, for that matter?

A is the highest grade you can receive.

B is meh.

C is bad.

D is awful and E and F are just plain flunks.

So why do all these men want such a horrible graded girl? It's the same for meat at the market. You don't want C grade ground chuck beef. You want A grade! What the frex huh? Buck up and take example with Zoë's fantastic taste of wearing things that girls with C and D grades would look vulgar and distasteful in and stick with an A student working what she has.

 

 GORGEOUS!

(I was gonna put a copyright sign after this, but remembered I get major flack for zhat.)

BALMAIN.

Nuff said.

Nude, lace and ruffles.

Amazing.

The shoulder pads, the scarf, the white jeans!

God, I lobe her.

 THE HEELS.

 So coot even in jeans and a tweed jacket.

 

 The heels AND the turquoise earrings!

Mwah!

 I kiss my fingers in satisfaction.

  I LOBE how she rocks white! 

It looks beautous with her skin tone.

Plus, the cutouts.

I, however, can not exactly wear white unless I'm not afraid of looking translucent...

Her subtle tattoos are adorable!

Plus, she's wearing Calvin Klein.
Which I'm not necessarily fond of, but she looks mighty purty.

(Sure, when you want clean lines and simplicity, go Calvin Klein.)

 

I was so overwhelmingly in love with this Givenchy gown it was stupid crazy.

 This Roland Mouret dress is just the epitome of perfection for her.

When she wore this sequin and tulle Marchesa gown - Oh Lordy. Oh sweet lightening bolts of Zeus. NO ONE, not a single celebrity had worn that dress from Marchesa's Spring collection earlier in the year because it was so bold and heavy.

But Zoë rocked it and I literally freaked the freak out when I saw the picture. I exclaimed my love for her and her fashion sense after that. It was meant to be. In a non-stalker obsession, of course.

^

Ungh, the studded Christian Louboutin peep toes. 

Parfait with the draped black dress!

 Oh the shoes...

She just can't friggin' go wrong in the shoe department!!
Or life.

Zoë, I toast you and your impeccable taste in footwear (i.e. heels).

New Celeb Guy Crush

 

 

 

I love discovering hot new guys. 

It's just so frickin' swell. 

Latest and the chiseled-est, Dave Franco. 

Yep, James Franco's little bro. Hottay wit a bottay! Sad part? Seems James hogged all the tall height, Dave's only 5'7 :/ With that bod and smile though, I'd be okay wearing three inch heels as the highest. He has that thick, deep voice and has the best jawline I've seen in years. 

Take a look for yaself darlings.

 

 Oh hey abs. You looking fine tonight. 

 SEXAY

 He rocks those eyebrows something fierce. 

And by fierce, I mean hawt.

He's such a mix of Ed Westwick and Paul Wesley it's insane!

Be still my heart.

Also, he is hysterical. I laughed so much during this funny or die video: