ARGGGGHHHH IM BAAAAAACCCKKKK. AFTER A SHORT UNINTENTIONAL HIATUS IVE RETURNED TO UPDATE.


first of all, I GOT THIS MANY (LARGE HAND GESTURE) THINGS TO BLOG ABOUT. SO IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER; POST NUMBER ONE.


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so for some strange reason i was in productive mood today. so i decided to "customise" (aka rip the shit out of stuff and then swiftly regret doing so).


so the first thing i decided to mutilate was a heavy woolen knit jumper/bolero thing from H&M. i loved it when i bought it but found it awkward to wear. so i tried to manipulate it into a different shape (see below) by taking the front side up and joining it to the back to make a more linear shoulder. i cant help loving a broad shoulder. i think i prefer it now ive changed it. YES ONE POINT TO SUCCESS. NILL POINTS TO REGRET. 


the next thing i did was "customise" some ralph lauren top i had. i say ralph lauren nonchalantly because i want to seem more en-vogue than i really am. which is ironic because I FUCKING HATE RALPH LAUREN AND WOULD NEVER USUALLY USE HIS BRAND TO IMPRESS. hence why i felt it so necessary to cut the damn top up. but anyway i bought it from TK MAXX at TK MAXX prices because it had holes in it but i liked the design on it and it was designer nontheless (label whore). so yeah i just loped a few inches off the bottom and call it customisation.


put the two pieces together and BAM. i got myself a blog post.  

SO THATS WHATS HAPPENED SO FAR.

oh ive also got to blog about ynot fest. EXPECT IT SOON. for now heres the wrist band.

by the way, i hate being such a lazy blogger and REALLY REALLY APREESH everyone who comments and looks at my blog. YOU VALIDATE ME. and i have disgusting amounts of love and gratitude for all of my followers.

ALL IS LOVE XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

p.s. at y-not festival, a dear associate of mine wore the trilby (see previous post) for the duration of the weekend. the trilby suffered through acts of the unthinkable and we though it best to forget these acts by cremating the trilby. it was emotional, but it was real. 

i loved that trilby. and could imagine it accompanying so many outfits. BUT IT WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO.

sorry to end on SUCH and emotional tone.

GARDEN PARTAY AY AY/MAKING SHOULDERSSSSS

 according to the present, social life has not completely abandoned me. 


a bunch of us CRAZY KIDS (SERIOUSLY CRAY CRAY BUT BORDERING ON YOUNG ADULTS I GUESS) had a get together (a "party" of sorts) in a grassy area belonging to one of said friends (a "garden" if you will). OKAY WE HAD A "GARDEN PARTY" AND THOSE LAST SENTENCES WERE UNNECESSARY BUT I FEEL THE NEED TO PAD OUT MY BLOG AND I THOUGHT I COULD INTRODUCE IMAGERY AND PLOT TWISTS TO LIVEN THIS STORY UP. (blog insecurities).


so yahhh. if i had a GOOD CAMERA (DEAR MY CURRENT CRAP CAMERA, I HACK AND SPIT AT YOU) then i would have lots of lovely photos of frolicking teens surrounded by grass and more frolicking teens. (there was a trampoline involved. IT DEF ENHANCED THE WHOLE EXPERIENCE) but alas i dont have ample camera. so i only got one polaroid snappy snap.

people and THE TRAMPOLINE.


("people" consist of ROSIE, BECCA, JACOB and human who DOES NOT have a blog and is therefore not currently viable. LOL blogger-elitism. i joke i love all PARTAAAAY goers.)


also, to attend this OUTDOOR FESTIVO i had to conjur up some new attire. as my old attire was to old and i have agist attitudes towards my clothes.


so i added "shoulders" to a plain grey tee. i for one, feel that the 'power shoulder' has been done to the point where it has minimal power left but when left to my own devices this is all i seem to be capable of.

they were wonky and lack-lusture and folded in on themselves due to self-esteem issues. but i didnt care because i was too busy basking in THE TRAMPOLINE. 


IN SERIOUS TERMS, i really loved the trampoline. me and molly and rachel (ERROR. MENTIONED NAMES DO NOT BLOG. THIS DOES NOT COMPUTE. ERK. ERK.) fell asleep in a pile, on the trampoline, under a blanket and the sky and it was BEAUTIFUL. until we woke up, drank copious amounts on tea/coffee between us then fell asleep with the rest of the tribe, in an even bigger pile, in one huge tent.


this is the good stuff right here. (TRAMPO FUCKING LINE)