may flowers

This title - and outfit for the matter - boasts a fun sort of irony to it. You know? The kind of thing that you silently smile at? Thinking to yourself, Oh, well that’s not hilarious or laughing out loud or anything. But it's something. Something deserving of a smirk. Because it’s oh so ironic. Becaaaaause, contrary to the “May flowers” of May, there have, in fact, not been many “May flowers.” Rather, there have been many MAY SHOWERS. Isn’t that hilarious?! No. It sucks.

(Note: I did not photoshop the sun into these photos or anything. They were taken last weekend. When there was sun. DO NOT BE DECEIVED.)

I go through blazer phases. I’ve been wearing this floral blazer for about a week straight now. (well, on top of my uniform. So not really “wearing”... but that’s besides the point). It just screams SPRING. Which is a good thing, because the weather isn’t! (Screaming Spring, that is.) (Hah? Did you all check out my good-nature stab at weather? We’re so flirtatious.) Thought I’d pair Mr. Floral Blazer with attire other than the blues and greys of my uniform. Diversity, baby.

Actually, that’s one thing that may interest your brain (probably not): I have an uncanny obsession with blazers. It’s not a matter of wants. Nor is it a matter of needs. It’s simply a matter of I CAN'T BE TAMED. Also, Value Village is having a 50% off sale on Monday. This is both an exciting and nerve-racking prospect for both my money bag and my blazer collectionthatiscompressedinanincreasinglyconfinedspace. (See what I did there? Made all those wordsCONFINED. To EMPHASIZE my point. Sew sneaky.)

Ooh, what do we have here? New friend? YUP. He shoots arrows at nerdy boys that deserve luuuuuuuv.

Continuation of the flower motif. I feel like you kids should be sending me flowers, or something. With love notes that will make my cheeks flush pink because, hey, I enjoy feeding my ego.

OPI, if you ever read this, do you want to send me some of your "cracked" nailpolish? I borrowed it from my friend, and it's seriously beyond rad. I will endorse you forever and wear you forever and maybe even write you a haiku while whispering sweet nothings into your ear drums. It will be beautiful. (Like you! D'oohhhhh!)


(Blazer - Thrifted $1, Shirt - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Skirt - Value Village/ Thrifed $5, Socks - Vintage Store $5, Shoes - Urban Outfitters $10, Cupid Friend - Cne PRICELESS, Bangles and Red Bow - Gift)

In other news, I have about a month to decide what I’m DOING FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. Well, by “rest of my life,” I mean next year. (We pre-graduating highschoolers are so dramatic.) It’s one of those decisions that I’ve got to make on my own terms, so I will be vague and mysterious and what not (because, you know, I obviously am. Imagine me with red lipstick and a puff of smoke exhaling from my mouth. Also, I'm in Sepia/ dim lighting.). They’re both total dreams come true. I will keep you posted.

I'm feeling a little lost. But probably in the best way possible. I really want to ride my bike. Sun, come out?

Describe a tough decision you've had to make?
(In 500 words or less. Include proper sentence structure. Spelling and Grammar will count.) (Sorry. Those words in the previous parentheses are a lie. I was just trying to be, ahem, witty as my question is very essay-like. Thus, I was structuring it as though it was an essay. But it is not. It was simply a strategic move to prove that I am witty. Get it?)

Also, just for funzies... based on ma 'lil blawg,
What do YOU see me doing next year? Or in the next five years?
This will be FUN STUFF.