The tank top has a very trendy and sarcastic mixture of angry looking skulls, anchors, and lightning bolts. To me, it tells a story of a sailor who died via electrocution, and that makes me smile to myself in my own little nonsensical head bubble where laughing at one's shirt because of it's morbid private joke is acceptable.
I recently discovered that an old skirt from Target that I thought I'd never wear plus an old shirt from H&M that I thought I'd never wear equals a cute almost matching outfit that has caused me to get a wear out of both pieces for the first time, simultaneously.
These are my cute new high-waist shorts from H&M, except I wear them all slutty-like with the waistband folded over like the urban mall chicks that wear too much make-up and giant hoop earrings... but I wasn't trying to be a mall chick, I wanted to show the fact that I have THE ALPHABET in my pants. In my pants, and on my side... yes, I've got letters on my side. You're jealous, and a h8r most likely too. So take that.
While wearing some letters on my hip, I went to Goodwill and found these cool silver leather and canvas lace-up oxford/saddle shoe looking things for 6 dollars and had to buy them. I love a random vintage find. I love the secondhand shops around here because I live in a military town where people from all over the place are sitting on treasures of various worths that they can't comprehend; these people just give them away to charity (i.e. ME) because they have no idea what they're getting rid of or what they could make in return.
Or maybe I've underestimating my fellow men and humans really are good natured and generous at their core, and making a few bucks off of shoes or coats, for them, couldn't possibly compare with the exponential personal wealth of giving gifts of the heart to those in need.
Lace, velvet, and patent. And some floppy hat action. I am so sick of my clothes. Anyone want to go shopping with me for some dope new stuff? Cooooommme onnnnn, I get payed on Tuesday :)
No, I have to pay rent. But I could be completely irresponsible by spending all of my paycheck on cheap clothing at the mall that will fall apart after one wash, blaming it on youthful indiscretions!! You know, if I were youthful and irresponsible like that.
You know how they call some fashions "lingerie inspired" when you KNOW the girl is just wearing a nightgown/corset/bra? Well, this is my "lingerie inspired" outfit. It's a nightgown and I think it's just the thing for a day so hot that your mom's polyester pants melt to her ass. Also, this is a last-ditch effort to try and do something with this hideous blue wig that I bought at CVS like 3 years ago. I wore the wig for.. I don't know, 10 minutes before I left it on a rock in my parents' back yard and it got some ants in it. Alas, the blue wig sleeps in the landfill now.
With my new job starting up, my mood (both emotionally and outfit-ly projected) has been somber and plain. I had to break out the alphabet hoodie dress with some candy colored jellies because most girls know that when you look bright and shiny, you feel bright and shiny. Or you feel like a Christmas tree. Both are quite cheerful though!
Also today, I found these ridiculous metallic pink Baby Phat high-top sneakers, which are JUST the thing I need to feel awesome. The second I saw them, I thought instantly of Rihanna... and I like to think of myself as an ugly, white, dorky, non-ass-havin' flat broke non-musically gifted version of Rihanna. I mean, besides all those things and our hair, we're practically twins :)
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I tried visible garters with checkered thigh-highs and a gothic-lolita dress, some seemingly destined juxtaposition of trashy and pristine. The photos are a little more artistic than detailed, but you get the point. Shape, lines, planes.... I love everything today :)
Today I went to an art museum for a skoo field trippish sort of thing and wore a very monochromatic boring sort of outfit. I felt a small bit slobbish because I had just worn this shirt on Wednesday, but only for like an hour and a half and then I hung it back up (because I'm gross, or awesome, you choose).
Do you ever notice that people turn into giant wuss-faces when it starts to rain? You know, those women that have to wait in the doorway at a restaurant while their husbands bring the car around so they don't have to get wet, or those people who dash about madly in the drizzle holding backpacks or books over their heads as if it were lava and not small drops of water....
...yeah, those.
So apparently all of my classmates were like that. They started to shriek and run for cover immediately upon exiting the museum and noticing that it was raining. I rather like walking in the rain, personally. I prefer taking off my shoes and jumping around in the outdoor art exhibits in the rain EVEN MORE.
I take my shoes off, of course, because no one wants wet ballet flats. But then you're stuck with a wet skirt for the hour long car ride home.
Today I had a job interview at Victoria's Secret. I went shopping for interview clothing and ended up with a pair of "editor's choice" high-waisted wide-leg trousers from Express and to balance it out price-wise, I got my shirt from H&M for only $13.
I wanted new shoes too. New shoes are unimportant in every case but I usually feel that every situation calls for them. Maybe if I actually get the job I'll get some cute new black flats. And by maybe, I mean definitely because it's kinda-sorta a requirement.
Like, oh noes! What a terrible thing to require of a person!
Funemployment over in 3.........2...........1...........
Now. Out to find a job.
Well, of COURSE I didn't wear the stupid head thing into any of my prospective places of prospective employment, OBVIOUSLY!!
I just wore it in the car ^_^
