a trampoline high

Friday was Alannah's birthday
We had to steal away to the trampoline for a sec, is that such a crime?







I'm still really pissed about my future... meh.

Harrison, TX: 1952

For drama I did a scene today with he who must not be named... i.e. idiot who makes me look like a fool.

Gawud it was aweful.

Anyways long story short he didn't dress in character and I did... typical. I was supposed to be a teenager in East Texas in the 50's.

It took forever (forever ever, forever ever?) to decide what to wear. Eventually narrowed it down to these two options.

cardigan - grandma's, kilt skirt - mom's, heels - Charle's Jourdan

Liked this one more, but doesn't read as teenager/ teeny bopper enough. The skirt is so cool. Evidently, it can be worn inside out too.

t-shirt - H&M, skirt - vintage, belt - vintage

This was more girly and all, so I stuck with that. Even though the scene went terribly, all the nice compliments about my outfit made up for it a little bit.

Even if you didn't tell me TO MY FACE (yeah say it beez), I still captured those compliments and stored them in my good things knapsack like the invisible karate ninja that I am.

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Alaalalaalaso (also) I recieved a fricking sweet gift from my grandmammy a few weeks ago but was hesistant to post about it.

She gave me a fly dress...

Aaah the glory. It was her honeymoon dress from the late 50's. Imagine above the knee perfect hourglass figure barbie shape dress coverend in trim and sequins.

When I wear this dress you're gonna be all "LIFE ALERT, life alert! I just saw something mean spicey hot and I can't get up!". Why? Because I be looking damn fine in my gettup.

I'm only giving a preview because I'll probably end up wearing it for Ball... that is if I remain the exact same weight/size for the next 5 months which is unlikely. All I can say is the dress is like butta, a big stick of butta.

who gives a *censored* about an oxford comma?

Really. I would like to know. Please tell me who?

ANAY WAYS here are some of the pictures from Treasure Island Music Festival a week ago:

"Treasure Island: The island of no escape"

"oh MY GOOOD .

num num num...

Ezra, Oh Ezra and your Vampire Weekend

How theWHO the hell?

Tegan and Sarah

JACK WHIIIIITE! + The Raconteurs (oh how glorious he is with his zombie visage)

thaaaaaynks Kyaaaat!

go cry on your coconut cake

Today suuuucked.

People were trying to make me feel better but I wasn't having any of it, which is a shame. Don't even understand why I am so cranky. maybe I'll put on my "don't bother me I'm crabby" T-shirt.

Here's a list of things I was:

spastic

crabbby

anxious

nervous

frustrated

awkward

cold and hot(not spicey)

embarrased

cantankerous

annoying

ugly

rude

bitchy

godzilla

The only thing that can cheer me up now is a picture of Parker in extreme icey water shock.

best.picture.ever.

WE'RE JUST TEENAGERS!

"Gaaaaahd mom!" (you gotta let some shit slide)

was the real and half pretend conversation I had with my 'rents.

Dayumm can't they let a sister have some solo time?

To hell with dishes and cleaning and brothers and chores.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

puh-lease.

shee-it.

As if.

But wait... for some reason I was explaining something to Kat today about teenagers as if I wasn't one of them. I just forgot. Holla atcha boiyee somebody needs to put me in my place.

What it is, what it is.

what is it?

to be a teenager is a thing of the present and I don't take it for granted

Theretofore henceforth I swing until my turn is up then go duriveeng in my car with the Mannitone and the sir parker.

If asked, sir parker moodstown will say that he was faking that jubilence, but I know it was heartfelt and true.

"Oh dear did you lose your shoes?"

Sometimes old people just say the darndest things.