Underage.

So tomorrow's my formal, and it's 1.56AM and I can't get to bed. I know the quality of my photos and my posts just keep decreasing and decreasing, I have no time anymore to blog. It also doesn't help that my 50mm decided to give up on life and break. I'm not feeling any excitement whatsoever for formal. I just tried on my complete outfit and it looks so crazy schizophrenic. Like both heaven and hell decided to vomit on my body and create some sort of horrible hybrid creature of satanism and lingerie and peaches and cream and reproduction. You'll understand when I outfit post on Sunday.

Top: Tattoo
Tutu: Children's, thrifted
Booties: Birthday gift
Necklace: Colette
Bag: Thrifted
Belt: Thrifted
Bracelet Equip



So, I'm stuck with this shitty kit lens until I can scrape together enough money (JOB PLEASE?) to afford another prime lens. Wore this to a good friend's 18th birthday dinner to eat at a Sushi buffet. All-you-can-eat buffet is taxing on the system, man. No joke. There's only so much raw fish, tempura prawn and udon noodles my 45kg body can take before food pregnancies happen. The size of my food baby from today could probably outweigh a small baby elephant.

It didn't really help that my awful DIY job on this children's dress pretty much restricted any chance of movement or breathing. It was originally a child's flower girl dress, I presume, and it was about size 00000. So being the master seamstress I am, I grabbed my sister's craft scissors, cut off the tiny bustier that was too small for even my lack of an Asian chest, and cut the hem halfway up my thigh. It resulted in a makeshift tutu that was passable if you just glanced at it, but was impossible to wear via the normal way (pulling it up past your hips), so I have to put it on over my shoulders like a t-shirt.

My friend's reaction to this outfit: Bro, you look ruthless. Who the fuck wears a tutu out? You're ruthless.



And being underage sucks. They all went to Star City to gamble or whatever fresh 18 year olds do (this particular 18 year old lept all over the place like an excited little gremlin yelling about his newfound ability to buy cigs and alcohol). I was stuck in the Star City foyer, bumming around, taking photos of myself. And this is the second time it's happened. Damn being one of the last people in my grade to turn 18.

But being legal/18 won't change the fact that when I drink even just 5mL of alcohol, my face decides to retaliate and betray the fact that I consumed alcohol to the whole world by turning a very embarassing shade of red. Like my body subconsciously knows I'm 6 months underage and is punishing me by screaming "I CAN'T HANDLE ALCOHOL VERY WELL, THROW BRICKS AT ME" through the pigmentation of my face.

And I just realised how negative this whole post is. So to add a little cheer...CHRISTMAS IS COMING. The one time of the year I can sing Jackson 5 songs without looking like a complete idiot. And how come I only just realised how incredible Vampire Diaries is? Damon is like the vampiric, evil version of Chace Crawford.