personification, yo.

Lexy is wearing three colours. Lexy is wearing THREE COLOURS. Wut iz diz?! LEXY IS ONLY WEARING THREE COLOURS. Someone call the papers! We have a sighting! Lexy is only wearing THREE COLOURS!* (See how I think I'm a big deal? Hiiiiii.)

*Edit: by "three colours," I mean that I'm slightly under-exaggerating/ apparently blind.

I really want to add more hair ribbons into my life. They're such a fun, playful accessory. I wore one with my uniform the other day. My teacher asked me if it was a special occasion. His exact words, "Lexy, so what's with the uhh... [awkward gesture towards ribbon]. I'm not going to get mad at you for your uniform infraction... I'm just wondering... is there, like, a special occasion? Some kind of protest or a statement for something?" I laughed. Oh, golly. Nope. Just for fun. (I don't protest. But if I DID, I would totally be getting naked for the environment. Kidding. I wouldn't. No, really. I wouldn't. I just linked that to show you that I saw that. With my own eyes. My poor, virgin eyes... R.I.P.)


See how my foot is bulging out of that shoe? Kind of like how Pillsbury dough just bulges out of the can? (OMG HOW MUCH DO YOU GUYS LOVE THAT? Seriously. I just want to squish Pillsbury's lil cheeks. Cutest. Dough. Boy. EVER.) Anyways. The story about my bulging foot is pretty lame. I had a bruise that was literally purple and covered approximately 80% of my foot's surface area. I know I tend to exaggerate, but rest assured - I totally am not. It was disgusting. DISGUSTING I TELL YOU. On a brighter note, these shoes are way awesome.

(Dress - Vintage $12, Shirt - Thrifted/ Value Village $3, Shoes - Vintage $15, Socks - Thrifted $5, Belt - Thrifted $5, Hair Ribbon - Easter Bunny wrapped a gift with it. Or something. Magic.)

We're there. We’re reaching that time of “misses.” Like, “aw, gee, I’m really going to miss _____.” Just in case you needed clarification. I’m CONSTANTLY getting the, “Lexy [you’re the best person I’ve ever met and let’s fly to pluto together on a rocket ship of your awesomeness and] I’ll miss you next year.” To which I’m forced to respond, “[aw, really? You think I’m the best? Pft, I’ve been told that a lot this year, it’s so weird but] yeah, I’ll miss you too.” (Even though we all know that I won’t. Kidding, friends-that-don’t-read-my-blog, I’ll miss you.)

This whole graduating thing is really starting to trip me out. Five more days. WHAT FIVE MORE DAYS!&%!$!!!11!! Here's the low down: LAST high school exam EVER >> LAST athletic banquet (slash anything related to athleticism, for that matter) EVER >> First and LAST high school prom EVER >> First and LAST TIME GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL EVER.

Goshhh. Everything has happened so fast. It feel so surreal. I haven't even had time to process my feelings. I was going to talk about all my good times and what not, but I think I'll save that for a diary so I don't bore you all. (By "save that for a diary," I really mean that I'm super exhausted and it's time to sleep. So I will get onto my droopy eyelids' desires. Because I RESPECT my eyelids like that. Brah.)

Life is freaking crazy.


What are you currently missing?

P.S. Sorry for the lacklustre updates but BOO, I TOLD YOU. So, really, I'm just saying "sorry" out of courtesy because I'm lady-like and have swell etiquette like that. But seriously... SWANKY posts in store, so it's totez werth it: vlogging is back in the his-houuuuse, inevitable prom post and an awesome project that I'm peeing-my-pants excited about! 'Till then. Next time you hear from me, I'll be DONE ALL MY EXAMS AND THEREFORE BASICALLY DONE HIGH SCHOOL WHATTTT. (That obnoxious enthusiasm really doesn't get old.)