It's hard to believe that everything to do with school is completely over - by things i mean anything that involves every person I've spent the past 5 years with. That's all there is. Everything is finally done. I'm just going to momentarily pretend to forget about the releasing of my HSC scores on the 15th of December, because remembering it makes me spaz out a little and consume one too many chocolate chip cookies.
Dress: ASOS Black.
Shoes: Fendi knock-offs from eBay.
Jewellery: Lovisa, Sportsgirl
Make up: Done by Theresa from Somewhere, Someday
Because of a lack of any satisfactory photo of my shoes:
The reactions to my outfit were really mixed. It ranged from "daring" (my Mod. Hist. teacher) to "so you" (not sure if she meant that I am the personification of lingerie and the queen of questionable sexual behaviour or I'm just..skimpy) to "your dress is see-through" and "I can see your black Bonds underwear". I am Queen of the VPL. I was pretty happy with my outfit though, even though the bodysuit-type thing underneath kept deciding to head down south, and the chiffon straps of my heels decided to give up on life and be saggier than an elderly man's testicles, and my earrings were so big I was so sure that if I had left them in any longer, my earlobes would be permanently droopy.
I'll let you all in on a secret. I was only wearing one earring. It's because I only have one ear pierced, so I decided to shove all my hair to one side, and show only one earring. I am a genius.
Everyone looked so gorgeous. A few of my friends made their own dresses too, and that completely blows my mind. If I tried to make my own dress it'd come out looking like a 5 year old's craft project. I didn't really have time to take proper outfit photos, so this'll have to do.
The formal itself was decent. All I really remember is dancing to music like Shots by LMFAO and G6 by Far East Movement and watching the teachers out of the corner of my eye looking confused as to why everyone was so excited about lyrics that make about as much sense as a tree painting its toenails. And (literally) breaking the dance floor. And eating everyone's bread rolls. And watching people be amused at and try on every piece of jewellery I had on.
And afterwards, I pretty much went to Venus and back. It went like this: Formal > upstairs to a hotel party that didn't seem so fun so we left > drove to the city > went to a secret room and played Jenga, pool and Monopoly, fell asleep, watched Inglorious Basterds and Eastern Promises > headed to City Hunter (net cafe), played Maplestory and Starcraft > ate breakfast at McDonalds > drove everyone home > headed to a park and sat there watching kids play cricket > drove back to the hotel party to see how all the hungover kids were doing > drove to McDonalds again > drove to Strathfield, ate breakfast at Pumpkin > home at 2pm. Internet games, Mcdonalds, and Jenga. That's how hardcore I am.
Further proof of what a rebel I am: I had a bonfire yesterday.......in a bowl in a park. We were discussing getaway plans beforehand in case the cops came along, and it sounded pretty bad ass...until I remembered all we were doing was pretty much eating marshmallows and doritos in a park. I love my friends. Hope you're all having a good week x
And again, I'm going to complain about my lack of a decent lens. Which explains the over-processing on some of these photos. My method of mourning is through abuse of the Curves function on Photoshop. Oh, and if you would like to see a video of me getting chased by a dog on crack, and sing the anti-rape song...head over here.
And two drawings that readers sent in. Do keep sending them in, they make my day.