This is not a test

I was on stylemob earlier (surprise, surprise...) and saw a picture of a girl wearing a hairnet type thing, and I retrieved this otherwise forgotten memory of how I used to wear what I called a "snood" when I was in 4th grade, a black netting that I would wrap my hair in, and wear with a little dress or something. I was going through a complete Little Women and Louisa May Alcott phase. I might be the only 10 year old, or anyone ever for that matter, to have their birthday party at one of Alcott's houses (Orchard House in MA). I would much rather wear a dress to school than a pair of jeans, if I remember correctly. I also love how no matter how much of a gigantic dork I was, and trust me, I was (I wore a headgear to school from grades 1-6), I never realized it myself...and classmates were also kind enough to keep any kind of hateful comments to themselves. I've always thought of my childhood as being so charming, like something out of a storybook, because I was just so old-fashioned and the idea of having a birthday party at Chuck-e-cheese like every other kid in my class would never even occur to me. I'm still a pretty big weirdo....

an obituary to my patience

Oh I have that ridiculous urge to do something. Toying with the idea of getting my septum pierced, however everyone thinks it's too much. Maybe that's the point? Either that or satisfying myself with a new stud for my monroe...I'm a bit low on funds these days anyway. Effing body shop and their corporate paperwork glitches...
I've finally gotten around to altering those vintage trenchcoats I found at the garment district last summer. Also, making lots of pretty little shift dresses for the shop. I'm really nervous that none of it will sell, and I'll be stuck with even more shit that will just collect dust along with all of those flared jeans. Oh belmont gods, tell me what these straight-edge hipsters will want to wear!

I think i have mono. yep.

alright well, i'm off to go get a tattoo or put another hole in my face....maybe dye my hair blue...

there's no mocha in my mocha

my life here is passing me by so fast. I get bored when I'm trashed and start to hate myself all over again. I'm not doing anything remotely productive with my time anymore, even if it is just creating ridiculous modge podged little things and giving them to people. I do hw, go to class, work a little here and there, and then throw myself into bed around 1 am every night.
Going to San Fran a few weeks ago renewed my waning desire to just move out there and work for betsey j or some other overpriced boutique until something else equally intriguing comes along. Then again, I could do that in Nashville too I suppose. I ordered a pair of those metallic-american apparel-like leggings from urban outfitters and accidentally had them mailed home...as in new hampshire. oops. p.s. urban is significantly boring me these days.