vintage blazer, gap shirt, richard chai for target skirt, old navy gladiators, vintage belt
Senior project presentations were today. While I find the whole thing to be completely stupid I at least prepared a few notes before my big speech. The way they set up rooms is by last name so some of the people in my room were not the brightest bulbs in the box. One girl said her project would have been better if her grandfather hadn't died. Another boy said at his catering job he "kept the vegetables away from the meat in order to respect the privacy of vegetarians." Whatever. It's over now and I can focus on my completely neurotic fantasies of being Blair Waldorf. Since I don't have a life of my own anymore I live vicariously through Gossip Girl.
"Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to change it every six months" -Oscar Wilde