It's spirit week at my school, for the upcoming winter formal/sadie hawkins dance (lol I'm not going) But that does mean that there are several themes for this week for dressing up. Today was "fashion disaster day" meaning dress in ALL the mis-matching neons! However, I decided to pull a social commentary stunt rather than pwn ass at dressing horribly. Today I wore black leggings, boots, and a nude cami under a rusty red loose top. I put on pink and brown eye shadow, in that two-tone style that shows up every where nowadays. Finally the crowning piece, a lustrous, long, curling blonde wig. My disaster was what every girl aimed to achieve, a near perfect symbol of today's teenager. (Perhaps with smaller breasts) And of course everyone liked my hair (it is rather pretty hair) and no one especially noticed anything. Excluding my history teacher Mr. Gallup, who no one (including brent and several other ne'er-do-well types) seems to like. I however really enjoy his teaching style and his ideaologies, and he was the only teacher to comment on what my outfit really meant, every other one asked if my hair was a wig and called it a day. But other than that, leggings make me feel like I'm not wearing pants and that is not okay, never again.
In other news I'm afraid for my future and doubting my art capabilities and therefore my entire career plan. I've skated by for about as long as I could on natural ability, I need to start working for my talent, or else I will never be good enough to do anything with this.
on a positive note... uhm... Jude and I had a nice conversation?
In other news I'm afraid for my future and doubting my art capabilities and therefore my entire career plan. I've skated by for about as long as I could on natural ability, I need to start working for my talent, or else I will never be good enough to do anything with this.
on a positive note... uhm... Jude and I had a nice conversation?
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