(helmut lang vintage boots, random shirt, jacket all gifted, the rest is vintage)
I like the petticoat, and decided I would wear it even if my dad was being passive aggressive about trying to make me change my clothes. "You know, I'll be around school for a few hours, IF YOU NEED ME TO GO AND GET SOMETHING FOR YOU *stares at skirt*" Also, I got a lot of comments such as "You look like a White Trash Fairy Godmother Jester" "Walking Cupcake?" etc etc today, which I enjoy because all of the genuine insults were coming from completely bland underclassmen who wear wrinkled khakis and actually do their homework so I am of course better than them in every why possible. I am above them.
I am not, however, above reading Linda Goodman's Love Signs. I would say it is helpful with my Mythology class, but then I would be lying.
The blog anniversary is tommorow! Are you excited? I didn't think it would make it this far -- and sometimes I feel like deleting it, but most of the time I am just really happy I'm such a dork who dreams about being a Japanese waif child alien who's best friend is a 12 year old and a gay boy and a Librarian Jew, who occasionally gets international press and pretty shoes.
Love you guys.
Love you guys.