So right now I'm meant to be at some birthday cruise but I got lazy and couldn't muster up the energy to strap on my reliable studded mary janes and squeeze into a skirt. So here I am, watching TV in my flanellete PJs and regretting the amount of chocolate that passed through the gates of my teeth today. I'm cool. My life - it's exciting.
Skirt: $10 from some store
Bangle with tag still attached Freshly bought from Colette for my formalllllll this Friday!
Socks: Random men's socks
Photos: All taken by Shirley Cai
I am actually really pumped up for formal on Friday. A full day filled with girly pampering followed by dancing at the formal in an inappropriately lingerie-like dress in front of teachers followed by a night in some hotel with amazing people. I was chilling with my friends last night - bonfire, marshmallows and all, and it was intensely sweet. It made the pounding headache i got afterwards that felt like tiny gnomes were inside my head mining for gold, worth it.
I'm starting to doubt my formal outfit choice, though. After much Facebook stalking (if you don't know me personally, know that I am a master at the art of FB stalking), I've noticed that most girls opt for a maxi/floor-length. Which is suitable...since it's a Year 12 formal. And my dress is basically crotch length. If it got any shorter I'd have to surgically remove my private parts so I'm not charged for indecent public exposure.
And I really, really, really want to go to the Jack Johnson concert but I have nobody to go with. That man is so amazing.
And how gorgeous is this drawing that Celine did of me? She sent it through my Formspring and it made my day. I look so much more attractive in cartoon form than I do in the flesh. Look at how she drew my knees. You can't even tell that I have the coordination of a toaster and my knees have suffered the consequences of 24082528 falls and scrapes.