Ya’ll I miss the ’90s

This music video is a serious problem. The fact that my elementary school boyfriend wrote down this entire song on a note then gave it me for Valentine’s Day is an even bigger problem.

When times were more simple.

I miss the Dixie Chicks and gel pins, and when the only reason I didn’t like Britney Spears was because she was dating Justin Timberlake. I miss boy’s frosted tips, shark tooth chokers, and making-out at the skating rink. I miss when my biggest dream was to get slimed on the Amanda Show.

Don’t even get me started on cartoons. I actually get really upset.

Damnit, I miss Tupac.

If you don’t have a genuine relationship with Harry Potter than chances are you weren’t born in the ’90s.

If you didn’t have crimper then you probably weren’t born in the ’90s.

I would pay serious money if I ever came across one of these again.

Our kids will never know the sounds a Furby makes, or know what it feels like to push in a VHS tape into a VCR. They will never know the greatest love story alive, Corey and Tapanga.

This, this right here, was some serious shit.

If you learned everything you know from the MTV show Undressed, chances are you were born in the ’90s. If you were born in the ’90s you know how to do The Carlton. If you were born in the ’90s then you know that the best part of P.E involved either a rainbow colored parachute or cup stacking. If you were educated by Bill Nye or The Magic School Bus you were born in the ’90s. If you still have your Beanie Babies or Pokemon cards chances are you were born in the 90′s.

It’s the truth.

Inspiration Found

things of mine

I guess you can call me artsy fartsy.

Inspiration is hard to come by. Give me a paint brush or some markers and set me free.

Aspire to Inspire

#whitegirlproblems

With all the new speculation around the twitter-sphere, there is no wonder that @whitegirlproblems has hit a new high. Babe Walker, the infamous Babe Walker has wrote a book. Who is Babe? I wish I fucking knew. She is the faceless name behind @whitegirlproblems, behind her book, behind her fab-blog… I could go on, but I will leave the Googling to you. Seriously though, try Googling this bitch’s name, you will not find a single valid picture of her.

When I learned more about Babe I found out I might be a little like the Oklahoma version of her. If Oklahoma could produce such a vain thing, I come close to it. When I read the chapter of her book she has posted on her blog I found the only other person in the world that sketches out their outfits before they wear them. You could call her my faceless lesbian crush.

Her Fashion Sex Tape

Inspiration Found

give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

  You would think I was getting married, or something?

No, not quite yet. But after the royal wedding, I can’t help but start planning a little early. No, not literal plans, just sort of fantasizing on the basics.

well… you know.

A woman’s wedding day says a lot about her. From her style in shoes to her style in men. Every girl wants her wedding day to be a perfect representation of the happiest version of themselves.

Love Is My Inspiration.

Crazy Love -Van Morrison

all i really need

Give me a glass of cheap wine, some dark chocolate, the new episode of Grey’s Anatomy and some quality canvas-painting time. Now that’s what I like to call happy Thursday night.

Tranquility

- Painting by Noelle Keeley

Love easy, baby.

Inspiration Found

my friends are on point

Thank you , Dallas, TX.

Let me tell you bout it.

I raged.

The End.

I got the internship with BOK Event Center. Say hello to my new office.

my first order of business

Noley too poor to buy fwens real gifts.

So Fried’s got a birthday lap dance

And Meg’s got my left-over roll from Zios

Happy 21st Friends

And dennn we went to this little thing known as Lights all Night

A 5 hours car ride is a breeze when you have color pencils

The ying to my yang

these lights will inspire you

“I think i just color coordinated my glow sticks.”

Then this happened, and I remembered I was single.

Missing my big brudda.

Swag

This is how I feel about school.

Editorial Peace

DIY MAGAZINE PEACE SIGN

SUPPLIES: Cardboard, Scissors, Glue, and Magazines.

Depending on how big you want your peace sign to be, buy the appropriate size cardboard from your your local department store. Cut the cardboard into a circle (I used the ole’ pencil-tied-to-string trick to make a symmetrical circle). Go ahead and trace the peace sign onto your circle.

 

After you have traced the shapes cut out the peaces… no pun intended.

Yeah it took me a couple times to get it right, don’t judge.

After you have cut out the peaces go through your magazines, and cut out some of your favorites products, quotes, apparel, etc.

Use fuller pages as your background, and paste them on the peace sign using a glue stick.

After you have the peace sign mostly covered with the fuller pages paste your smaller favorites images to cover the holes.

AND WALA.

-By Noelle Keeley

There you have it, your own editorial peace sign. Feel free to Modge Podge over.

I know, it’s fabulous.

Inspiration Found

There is nothing more I want to do than go to Wakarusa, see Mumford & Sons, and experience greatness. Who needs spring break when you have Waka? Not this girl.

This is my problem. So I am giving up Mountain Dew for lent, it’s going to be tough. Feeling a little worthless though for all the things Jesus gave up for us. I wish I could find something to give up that was more for God, and less for myself.

Loneliest Day of the Year

A shout out to all the happy couple’s out there. May your Valentines be filled with love. I wish you the best of love with all my single-girl-sincerity.

This is so romantic.

 This turns me to mush, melts my heart, tickles by pink.

The one man who has never let me down. I am such a daddy’s girl. Happy Valentine’s Day to the strongest couple I know. I love you mom & dad.

My hot double date.

Love Found.

identity festival

There is a lifestyle.

A lifestyle of three day concerts, hipster attire, and nonstop dubstep. I think there is a portion of my generation that is completely and utterly jealous that they didn’t get to spend their 20′s in the 70′s. So we have become almost completely obsessed with recreating it ourselves. Bonnaroo, Coachella, and Wakarusa (to name the least) have filled our weekends with a Woodstock-wannabe aroma. And well, WE CANT GET ENOUGH OF IT!

 Electric Daisy Carnival

Dallas, TX

The music is my inspiration.

While most people spent last sunday setup in front of the TV wondering what grade-A entertainment the VMA’s will bring this year; I was in Dallas… again at Identity Festival, with my fellow concert goers.

Get a taste of it. Pretty Lights, the main performance.

Raging. Dancing. Frying in the heat. Loosing my phone.

Not thinking about my 10:30am class I had in Stillwater the next morning.