Monday, March 11, 2013


 A stupid, angsty post to let you know that I don't have a date to prom due to being homeschooled and too scared to ask any of the boys I know. So now some mush and pictures I sob disgustingly over because I am obsessed with the teenage dream, whatever that may truly be.


my mom and dad at prom in '88.
one of my vintage prom dresses

okay yeah, I'll just be here crying and pretending to be Charlie Chaplin, you all carry on with your frivolous teen soirees okay don't mind me. not bitter. nope.

Monday, March 4, 2013

eighteen and still creepy.

Today was my eighteenth birthday and my mother and I went downtown and it was a very good time. She surprised me with a visit to this cemetery (I have a thing for cemeteries) and it's kind of hidden and it's kind of awesome. We found a kitten who lived there and he followed us around the entire time. I named him Nobody, which I thought was the right thing to do. I spent most of the time taking pictures of interesting names and markings to research them later. There are generations of families buried in huge plots and that's just really cool and excites me to no end! ~~

second outfit change of the night
I got these precious things today! FIVE DOLLARS