Monday, 23 January 2012
I don't really bother with outfits, normally I just throw stuff together, but I wanted to show off my new shorts, so here's the outfit description.
Skirted shorts and shirt by nom*D, sweater by Zambesi, shirt used as skirt by Henrik Vibskov, doc martens I paid a dollar for ( LOVE TRADEME ) and binocular case (behind back ) from an opshop in Glen Innes.
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Just bought these mother fuckers for a dollar
The best part about it is I have a wedding that I have to go to in a few weeks time, and these are the closest I think I could get to wearing dress pants, (dunno why but I've just always been a jeans person) and they are exactly my size!
First pair of pants I've seen on trademe that are 29'' waist that I actually like,
so pretty fucking happy about today :D
Friday, 20 January 2012
Saturday, 14 January 2012
This post is going to make me sound like a total dick
but whatever,
I really dislike extremely happy people, or just people who are really open about their happiness.
Like, good for you and everything for being so joyful (is that a word, my computer says it is so it is now!) but do you really need to parade around and be that happy?
I sound like a total misanthrope, which half the time is the case.
Well, ish.
I just dislike people confusing me with being "depressed", I am in no way whatsoever depressed,
I'm sad, but I'm happy with being sad.
I enjoy being sad.
Its easy, and I like the colour black so I suppose I fit into a generic stereotype.
Anyway, I better go cook some sort of dinner, which will actually be my breakfast today due to my hangover stopping me from eating anything.
Night.
I really dislike extremely happy people, or just people who are really open about their happiness.
Like, good for you and everything for being so joyful (is that a word, my computer says it is so it is now!) but do you really need to parade around and be that happy?
I sound like a total misanthrope, which half the time is the case.
Well, ish.
I just dislike people confusing me with being "depressed", I am in no way whatsoever depressed,
I'm sad, but I'm happy with being sad.
I enjoy being sad.
Its easy, and I like the colour black so I suppose I fit into a generic stereotype.
Anyway, I better go cook some sort of dinner, which will actually be my breakfast today due to my hangover stopping me from eating anything.
Night.
So last night I went to see this at Rialto, and I found myself crying throughout the majority of the movie, it was good, by God it was good, but a real tear jerker.
The person I watched it with also decided that he wanted to try what Enoch, the main character ( who has a fucking cool name in my opinion) does, which is crash funerals.
Which is quite awful, but I guess if he isn't hurting anyone its fine, right?
Anyway, really good film.
Still unsure if anyone reads the shit I post, if you're out there and you're reading this, you should definitely watch this film.
Thursday, 12 January 2012
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Its my birthday today,
So as a gift to myself, I bought myself new cologne (Duro from World Beauty), and Tokyo Milk hand cream from Margot Bena.
I also got a new shirt from Zambesi and a Florence and the Machine ticket and $80,
I'm a spoiled mother fucker!
I'm also having a tea party on saturday to celebrate, which will be my first actual birthday party, so I'm quite excited. Photo's will be posted
I also got a new shirt from Zambesi and a Florence and the Machine ticket and $80,
I'm a spoiled mother fucker!
I'm also having a tea party on saturday to celebrate, which will be my first actual birthday party, so I'm quite excited. Photo's will be posted
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Monday, 9 January 2012
So I've been a bit down for the last few weeks,
after breaking up with my boyfriend of seven months, I drunkenly slept with someone else, and about a week ago we were talking, and I told him about it, so we would have everything out in the open, and since then he's kinda hated me, which I get is totally reasonable, but still sucks.
On a different note, do people even read this?
In one way I hope no one does, because this is practically a diary to me ( I was always useless at keeping a dairy, I'd either lose them or just draw through them), but at the same time I want to know if people actually do bother reading this, so I know to leave out really personal stuff.
I'm pretty sure there is a way I can check, but if I'm being completely honest I don't understand blogspot, which in a way is why I like it, although I often find myself feeling quite primitive trying to work out how to upload things.
Anyway, I better get back to work.
Bye.
On a different note, do people even read this?
In one way I hope no one does, because this is practically a diary to me ( I was always useless at keeping a dairy, I'd either lose them or just draw through them), but at the same time I want to know if people actually do bother reading this, so I know to leave out really personal stuff.
I'm pretty sure there is a way I can check, but if I'm being completely honest I don't understand blogspot, which in a way is why I like it, although I often find myself feeling quite primitive trying to work out how to upload things.
Anyway, I better get back to work.
Bye.
Sunday, 1 January 2012
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