Sullen Girl

Monday

Yeah... I have problems with insomnia and getting a little creative with the pictures.... I'll try not to do that anymore.

This is sort of trashy looking with the off-the-shoulder Social Distortion top and the messy all over the place hair, but I got many compliments on my skirt so I guess it all evens out.

Ok, this is weird. As it turns out, people are trying to dress like me. I don't know who, I don't know why; but someone at my school told me that people are trying to dress like me and it's not working.

So, really. Dressing like a slob who shops at both Hot Topic and Hollister respectively is not hard to do, and also is not really necessarily completely "dressing like me." I think maybe someone was trying to butter me up so I'd do his math final.

Sunday

There was this absolutely captivating girl walking across the street from me today. I took a photo of her, but the quality was shite so I just had to draw her. In addition to making her look like she was about to sneeze, the photo also took away every little detail about her outfit that made it so special; just made her look like an average chick.

I don't know if anyone else had a shirt like this in the 80s: a shirt that had been shredded at the bottom and beaded with little plastic pony beads that all swung and clicked and clacked and were just a whole crap-ton of fun... yeah. Well, this girl had done this to her shorts and it looked so freaking cute. She had it on with a random band tee and some very cute white leather gladiator sandals.

This got me thinking about gladiator sandals: do I want them? Do I like them? They're interesting, fun... sort of stylish but not too-too stylish. You wouldn't have to completely Caesar your hair just to wear the things I suppose. As always, I'm very late with this trend so don't, like, tell me anything about how these aren't "fashion" anymore or anything.

I'm not talking about short Jesus-y sandals, I could do without seeing those on anyone. But if a girl has cute feet and in-shape legs the tall gladiator sandal might work really well with a predominantly 80s style outfit.

Saturday

I've been so busy with finals that I have been neglecting my blog :(

I wore this outfit for about 20 minutes before deciding that it was stupid and changing into baggy jeans and a huge t-shirt.







I can't decide who I want to be.

Wednesday

This outfit is just so... emotive.

I feel like I need to make like an emo and write a poem about my feelings.

Please, wear pants to school
Because I don't need to see
your butt cheeks, flapping.

Seriously now. I chased this girl all over school to get her picture, but there was always some huge person right in my way. Who wears their panty-briefs to class? Even the school security guard was laughing so hard he was snorting. This would be exposed for the beach, all horizontal-gluteal-fold action and inappropriate views... but FOR CLASS? Not even the night-class girls would wear this rubbish, and I hear that they are ESS-ELL-YOO-TEEs. For real. I heard it from the HORSE'S MOUTH.

I don't even know what that means, but if there was a horse, it would tell me that the night-class girls are easy.

On the plus side, she did wear matching Converse, and there's a lot to be said for that. A lot of bullcrap about matching Converse.

Thanks to Elle for the amazing picture, I couldn't have done it without you!

Tuesday

This is my dear friend Elle again. She makes these hair ribbons that consist of a giant waterfall of lace and ribbon and cute little things like that. I guess she sells them, but she wears them pretty well. If I wore them, I'd look even more ridiculous than I already tend to look on a day to day basis. She just makes it work somehow.

Also, I notoriously HATE big bulky socks over jeans, but the first thing I said to her when she arrived (an hour late) to math class (after "holy crap, you showed up!") was "OH MY GOD, your socks are SO CUTE!!"

She's a vampire, she's a pirate. She's a doll.

She would kill me if she read this.

I heart you, Eleanor Rigby!!!!!

Monday

It's all about the sunglasses. I am seriously obsessed with my new/old sunnies. The only problem is that they are way too big for my head; whenever I go to put my head down, they start a-sliding and I barely have time to catch them before they shatter on the ground.

I guess I shouldn't put my head down.

Sunday

This is just an outfit for my family's Father's Day cook-out. It's easy to eat in, harder to play badminton in. This is the first time I have worn my polka dot cap out.

Saturday

It's my grungy princess look. I bought this tiara against my friend's (possibly extremely correct) judgement. And the boots... Those boots.

I saw the boots almost a year ago at over $100 and have been keeping my eyes on them ever since. When I got them a few weeks ago, I paid $15 for them.... because I waited.

I don't know if you can see it in the picture, but I'm wearing my Texas Chainsaw Massacre t-shirt. I love that movie.

Friday

I went back to Peacock Feathers and the downtown Antiques Shop to purchase those items which I had previously staked my claim. Clicky on images for maximum XTREME enhancement beyond your wildest dreamz. Or, rather, to properly view at proper size.

3D glasses + Random 80s reference to neon and synthetics = Awesome vintage sunglasses.

They weigh about as much as a cat and to be honest, they are really too big for my head, but STILL. I've never seen anything like it in my life and I needed to own them.

Silver + Love = Most amazing peep-toe wedges that I have been searching the world over for, I don't know, EVER maybe? How's that. ForEVER.

I thought that Michelangelo's painting of God creating Adam expressed the true emotion of love more deeply than a simple heart-with-initials ever could have. Because metallics and shoes and metallics are always equivilant to love.

Flower power + The 90s version of Lolita = Vintage high-waist shorts and tank top set

Yes, flower power. Note the plastic flowershaped belt buckle and the flowershaped buttons. If that's not power, than I need to find a new energy source like NOW.

All of these things were 20% off their original price because my beloved Peacock Feathers in moving to Mystic. If you don't know about Mystic, then let me tell you.

Mystic, Connecticut is what New London (my town) is currently aspiring SO HARD to emulate, but there are too many toothless drunks and 50 year old high school dropouts for that to be a reality.... so cute little kitschy businesses usually up-and-leave in a matter of less than a year. Mystic, Connecticut is the equidistance of all things overpriced and unnecessary, a place pumping out class prejudice and snobbery at an exceedingly high rate.

Basically, once my beloved little vintage store on the corner of Nothing and Nowhere; my little diamond in the rough looming in all its musty turquise elegance moves to Mystic, everything will be overpriced and the owner will be unwilling to "hold these pretty things for me, pretty please... I will come back in a week with money I promise" because there will always be some Mystic resident who can afford to pay MORE. Someone who lives in a little beachside home with her small yapping dog and her cute little kitchenette in the guest room and her stupid, stupid lobster paraphanalia (because one MUST decorate with crustaceans if one resides in Mystic, Connecticut) and her cobblestone driveway that she has to carry her Louboutins over, lest they get nicked.

Ugh. I hate her already, this bitch who is already scheming to steal precious vintage goodies away from my New Londoner mitts.

Thursday

Questions and Comments from Thursday:

1. "You look like your drawings."

Ohhh....

2. "What's that white thing in your fishnets?"

Why....... how embarrassing. A dryer sheet seems to have hitched a ride. Shit.

3. "Are those elevator shoes? I've been thinking about getting elevator shoes to help me look tough."

Dearest Steve; the shoes might add height, but there's no physical matter in the world that would make you look tough. No, no... not even a battle axe.

4. "I wish I was a cute goth. I'm not cute enough to be a cute goth."

Did you notice the dryer sheet that was attached to my tights? WELL DID YOU?!?!?!? I'm a clumbsy gothwannabe at best.

5. "I'm sorry, I know you're still talking, but did you know that your shirt is on inside-out?"

Yes, you see. For the print looks like... like flying hamburgers, I've been told, and I wanted to wear a long-sleeved shirt.

"Oh. I just wasn't sure if it was on purpose. My gay friend buys a lot of his clothes made to look like they're on inside-out."

Ohhh... cool....