Polkadots.

Trench: Birthday gift.
Polkadot bow blouse: Thrifted.
Lace tierd skirt: Some random $10 shop.
Blue stockings: Courtesy of the lovely people at We Love Colors.
Boots: Thrifted.
Bag/Satchel: Thrifted.
frankie.

UNSW open day. No sleep the night before, terrible weather, missed my lectures. Not the best day, but what can you do about it. Instead of hitting up lectures that, you know, might help me out with my uni choices, I ended up at law and commerce, both courses that I have absolute certainty in their irrelevance to my future. Again, a huge hug and thanks to those who bumped into me on the day, it seriously is the loveliest thing to meet readers, even if I am the most awkward person you will ever meet. It's like, wow, people actually read my blog. Off the top of my head, Bernadette at Central station, the lovely girls from Canberra at the COFA market place, the two girls outside the law building and the girl in the red cardigan on the bus back.



Graduation is in two weeks, the thought of high school finishing up forevs and evs makes half my body want to simultaneously throw up and take a dump on the highway, and the other half want to spend 14 hours blowing up brightly coloured balloons and spending the 14 hours after that jumping on them in happiness. Also, I've been watching A LOT of House lately. Hugh Laurie makse me wet my pants. Do I know he's, like, 60? Yes. Do I lie in bed day dreaming about his cleverly concealed British accent? Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.