Girl Talk - Triple Double

All Day Girltalk's new free mixtape was just released, and as I called it to my friend it is in deeed PRIME, listen to the entire tape or just the single tracks but this one will sure to catch your attention. triple double is my favorite track, and it has been ripping it up through my dorm hall since it hit my itunes library on saturday. ENJOY !

fratty frat love or lack of?

... my life is in shambles.. recently i was interviewed and had to do a photo shoot.. or i would like to re[phrase those two things. more like an awkward talking session added with an even more awkward pose and smile/ smirk of confusion to why in the hell would anyone write anything about me? especially at a school where i am somewhat not the norm... besides the fact the article was published today in a magazine i will not disclaim and the reporter. a true sweetheart found it necessary to publish cold facts about my sex life.. or lack of. oh not to mention my non love for the fratttty frat boys and how i would never be caught seduced by one of them to the point of "gettin it in" (a term i have heard somewhat too often in the college life conversation) ok readers.. yes i am a flower child and i llove mgmt while searching through thrift stores for what I THINK willl be the next new BIG trend... HA! is this so? but really just to clear the air, i am in fact not a flower child but an individualist i would like to put it in better terms... and for all you PHRAT bros.. i do not disgust you, but random sexcapades are not my idea of a good time. HAHA! did I just say that outloud? okay well this is enough. sorry about the rant.. but it was needed. THIS IS NOT A DISCLAIMER, BUT A CRY OF HELP! .. im only kidding you dudes... flower child needs no help in the area of the birds and beess.. just dont believe evetyrthing you read in the media kids.

peace, love, and franzi
we OUT

home is where the heart is II

dear followers (the fabulous few that are out there)
I deleted my two previous blogs for reasons I am not disclosing.. so i apologize, although I will recap short and sweet. story is my last weekend before turkey holiday I participated in a tour de franzia.. lost miserably.. i know what bad publicity i am for the one and only "feeling franzi" blog and made the cold but well deserved (well mostly well eaten) trip to kimmel food court. I am now home , where I also will not disclose as well, and upon my arrival i am greeted by 10 juniors in high school, one of which was my brother, doing naughty things at my home residence. parents not home. classssic. so highschool. but in light of their naughtiness i passed out in my big (change from little) bed in my much missed room. oh how you take the simple things in life that are really generous to us. the past couple days have truly been a blur. I have been lounging around my house for the most part. from abc family count down to christmas movies (its not even december... has the media gone wild) to the construction of 500 piece christmas puzzles i would say i have partially gone mental. but no. lets be real now. I DID go to the gym and ran, but who cares about that? I know you want the juicy detes. The past day I have been bombarded by old friends arriving home and it has been quite the occasion. one reason I have been hiding away in my white victorian for the weeekend was to avoid the awkward yet unavoidable interactions with small town folk, that get all up in your grill (dont judge me). the facts are after talking to all my good friends.. for the most part the only people i care to speak to here.. i realized that my life has completely altered. summer me is now a completely different me, well at least the me at college is in a way. time has stayed still, while I keep moving it feels like. college life is a crazy time, and in deed IT IS! I feel like my world is in limbo at the moment. on a depressing note poor me had a bit of a break down today... what is going on? good. bad. in a way i feel like someone is driving my car and I am just a passenger of my life. woow how bout that metaphor for all you readers. but really, i find my self contemplating ideas in life I had never thought about before. in fact some things are driving me insane. wait i am already crazy, so you just add the big fat L in to the mix, and i am.. what do they call it? fucked. this is me ranting now... what the F. i hate this stuff.. i really do. even though it goes through my mind on the reg.. any comments ? suggestions on the subject at large. if you post a sad face i will completely be with ya man. the universal sign for sad via technology, :( is the best character, and it sums up why so much off of a comment. i am not meaning to take this post for a depressing one, but love , sad face.. i mean come on they come hand in hand. whew. well its 1:13 am, and I'm ready to hit the hay, in my glorious bed. enjoy your holiday, and maybe just for you heartful readers i'll blog a turkey day post. blog ? or post? what is it exactly.

again my deepest condolences for the RIP blog entries.. i'll try to behave my self from now on.
keep it franzi
and WE OUT
-S

went to kimmel and paid with a debit card.
-my life is franzi

blogs. tweets. fb.

we love the web.. but when is enough enough.. three of my friends have created blogs in the past 24 hours.. 4 twitter accounts.. and well all already have fb accounts. what would we do with out all the technology.. um we would be lost. lost lost. yep thats right. sadly. anyway on funny note. it was hurrricane at the cuse today. i even wore my ll bean duck boots to compensate for the windy side rain thrashing through my rain coat. well.. i reallly don't have anything interesting to blog about, because my life seeems like an endless count down to break.. which is at this moment in time i have 65 hours and counting to the glorious thanksgiving break. where friends and family are back in place once again, and for my tiny microscopic town in vermont.. its a pretty big deal... oh words of wisdom i heard from a speaker today : "don't go to college, you'll be more successful and you never know you could become a multi millionare like me."- yes true life. a speaker in my COLLEGE class. what am i doing here? getting side tracked from thanksgiving, i just have to touch on this ridiculous life moment. preceeding the lecture I introduced my self to the outside speaker, so intrigued with his philosophy of entrepenership and doing "well" donating money to a foundation is not my idea of doing good.. working with people, providing services. blah anyways lets not get in to my left wing rant of nothing... but in fact i am a colllege student and homework calls.. ( after slaving away in the library for four hours today already). what has my life come to?
loving you as always

softest puppy & the twizzler twit.. the love that keeps on giving

true current event: the softest puppy and the twizzler twit (whose names i can not disclose on the world wide web) are intwined in a delightful cuddle sesh.. for which I have to endure slowly and painfully.. but not really. the two i speak about with such high confidentiality are truly the greatest. we like to eat pasta together...pastabilities is the mum. this post may seem a little bit strange, but my night has been filled with strange college occurances i just couldn't passs up to blog about. oldies blasting down the hall.. which i may add was a great refresh from the teen pop fratty frat frat music that fills the halls on a regular basis. crazy basketball fans, dressed in all orange.. and my best friend waltzing in quite deliquitely decked out in an 80s neon flat brim...80% intoxicated and loving life. well this is starting to bore me.. so if its not boring you. god help us.

sorry about the 9:30 class. its not gonna happen twizzler twit.

Phoenix - If I Ever Feel Better

sicky

thanks to my new found pleasure... and the delightful depressing weather of upstate new york I woke up this morning with no voice, a terrible mal au ventre (for those of you non-french speakers.. well google translate that shit) and a pounding head i skipped my 8 am. only to realize an hour later i probably should go to my french exam. FAK. so i did. and then continued my day with napping. eating bagels and napping some more. forgot to mention I slept through my second class of the day. what am i doing with my life? but actually, I am a fairly decent student.. with an easy first semester schedule.. i'm planning on taking it up a notch in the spring. WOOO. i want to make money when i get out of school is really all that means. I have nothing really special to share, because my day has been spent casually logging in to facebook every 5 minutes.. but i mean come on WHO DOESNT? and if you arent a fb creeper, you might as well not be a real person. ooo i would also like to add that the previous weekend was a bad one.. boxed wine was of course included.. and kimmel food court 3 am pit stops. my readers probably think i am a horrible person by this point. its all part of the my dazzling charisma.. yeah right! well, that is all for now my minions.
i am not feeling franzi
and we're out

Chromeo - Needy Girl (Video Version)

Pony Pony Run Run - Hey You (Lyrics)

virgin post

yes. i am a virgin. a blog virgin that is. it is approximately 12:28, i have a french exam tomorrow morning and my new grandfather blogger friend introduced me to a new world of procrastination, BLOGGING. yes, procrastination. something that is making my homework load seem worse and worse. theres a few things you should know about me. oo actually therese way too much.. so i will leave that out for the virgin post. i know it hurts the first time. one thing is i think my music is attractive to the ears of those that are awesome. and i am not a professional.. obvi. so if you are already judging the incompetence of this blog, get out now. because the majority of this blog will be, well just about a tad shy of girly meets wanna be indie alternative chicky. well enough enough about talking down about the new exciting world i have just dove in to. but in all seriousness enjoy my witty insights and well the little ticks in life that count.
if all else fails feel franzi

mt. olympus