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Most fun I’ve had all day? (sad.)

I have a closet of hot pink/yellow/green sequin teeny tiny dresses. HOWEVER…I believe I’m going to go with a more muted colors and…dare I say…conservative cuts for the show tomorrow. That is, in comparison to the burlesque performers. I’ve narrowed it down to

1.  Lilac with bronze brocade cheongsam-esque dress
2. Mermaid-shaped, sugarplum/goldish lace dress
3. Champagne minidress with draped “wings” in back

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My parents haven’t felt this sorry for me since my ex-boyfriend ditched me the night of junior prom.

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Refusing to accept the weather Outfit Update!

*Gold Crescent Moon Hoop earrings

*Plaid runched bodice dress

*Blue sling back heels

It’s been promising sun in my area for the last few days, and then suddenly changed to cool, misty, cloudy bullshit weather every day when I wake up. It’s truly fucking with my head, so despite everything, I decided to stick with my planned outfit for the day.

I got this dress at a thrift store for something like 50 cents. Literally. It was the day I got a bag of dresses for $3, I believe. 

Anywho, this was my favorite dress out of the bunch. It’s stupidly comfortable and looks faux vintage, plus it all has all this nice piping at the neck and sleeves. It kind of makes me look like a run a vegan cupcake shop or something, but that’s not…necessarily a bad thing…

Shining feminist moment of the day: My mother and father were giving me shit for the amount of cleavage this dress shows (which doesn’t even sound reasonable to me.) I gave some kind of speech about how I don’t appreciate their slut-shaming agenda and suggestions that I dress like this to have men pay attention to me. Also that suggesting dressing this way will get me raped puts blame onto the victims of said attacks.

Then they said I was being ridiculous, and I burst into tears and said “One day I’m going to be old and fat and I’ll get pregnant and have stretch marks and my body will look like a wasteland and nobody will love me, why are you condemning me while I’m still decently attractive?” And I ran out of the room.

…sad truth is that a lot of my feminism stems out of the genuine insecurity that I have potential for ugliness and unlovability. I’m still working on it. 

…going to hang out in Freehold tonight..

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Last night Sonia and I went out for drinks at McDonaughs and it was the kind of fulfilling female-bonding outing that I always want and never get since everyone I love lives 40+ miles away. 

Long story short I had some appletini’s and we talked about how magical things are going to be this Fall at Rutgers. That is a sentence I never expected to type, but seriously, I think transferring there will be good for me. She’s basically involved in everything, and she’s going to introduce me to all sorts of awesome people. And half of her friends are of the wacky, college riot grrrl persuasion, so that’s kinda nice. 

She said that there are two main scenes in New Brunswick that she’s affiliated with, the Rutgers Basement Show scene and the Art House kid scene. She said she thinks I will in with the latter. Huh.

I never really fit into any scene, but if I can make some friends and get on the school newspaper, then I’ve accomplished enough for the year. The main goal is not to turn into some Rutgers Hipster/pretentious college punk rock type. Which is just not going to happen, because even if I do really well here socially and professionally, I’m too uncool to put on airs.

I fake it really bad.

World Goth Day Outfit!

*Black motorcycle jacket

*Black Corset

*Black Siouxsie and the Banshees skirt

*Knee-length wedge heel doc martens

It’s World Goth Day, which makes me feel all nostalgic for middle school, in which I totally bastardized the definition of goth like middle schoolers do.

Here’s me doing it 8 years later. My mother’s kitchen = not very goth.

I wanted to wear something that didn’t look so costume-y which was difficult because A) this is essentially a costume and B) I didn’t want to use any of my normal every day all-black outfits. Working at Victoria’s Secret leaves plenty of proper black clothing at hand that I could totally morph into a more legitimate gothy outfit. But also, working at Victoria’s Secret means I’ve worn all those black clothes a million times and that takes the fun out of things.

The black Siouxsie skirt is literally my one piece of clothing from like, 7th grade, which is kind of incredible. It’s stayed consistently awesome throughout the years. The corset is from my Bettie Page costume a few years back, but I break it out every once in a while for outfits.

I spent an inordinate amount of time on my make up; I’m sure it doesn’t show.

I can’t really speak for the hair…it’s more 2012 hipster than 1983 Batcave. My only defense for that is that I learned to do double fishtail braids yesterday. So deal.

I think I did an okay job, I’m just going to a bar with my friends in a few minutes, so it’s not like I have to impress anyone. P.S. my skin is nowhere near that pale.

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