Once upon a time, a boy and his friend were biking. They were about 14 years old. I was walking down the street. "She looks weird," the boy snickered to his friend. Apparently, it was hysterical. The end.
I will not lie. I was a little rattled at first. Mostly because I wish he said that to my face. I would have punched him. And let me tell you, I could have. But then I laughed. You see, the poor boy is already going through so much. Not only is his non-existent girlfriend taller than him, but his voice is also going fluctuating more than... something that fluctuates a lot. I'm glad I made him laugh. Even if his laugh is an octave higher than my own.
In conclusion, I would not want to be a 14 year old boy. I would also not want to look "normal." So, thank you little boy. I wish great things in your future. Like legs. (Chicken legs aren't real legs, my friend.)
I will not lie. I was a little rattled at first. Mostly because I wish he said that to my face. I would have punched him. And let me tell you, I could have. But then I laughed. You see, the poor boy is already going through so much. Not only is his non-existent girlfriend taller than him, but his voice is also going fluctuating more than... something that fluctuates a lot. I'm glad I made him laugh. Even if his laugh is an octave higher than my own.
In conclusion, I would not want to be a 14 year old boy. I would also not want to look "normal." So, thank you little boy. I wish great things in your future. Like legs. (Chicken legs aren't real legs, my friend.)
Close ups of my pretty awesome accessories, such as, um, a BALLOON BIB. And HIPSTER GLASSES. Need I say more?! (I think that the "uniqueness" of the balloon bib serves as a pleasant contrast to the generic hipster glasses and, therefore, I CAN BE FORGIVEN.)
Oh, and since I'm so hipsterish - y'know, hipster glasses wearer, indie music listener, er, political ranter (?!) - I thought it'd only be appropriate to pay a proper homage to my other dear hipsters via hipsters have to pee pose. America's Next Top Hipster? Duh.
Sibling. OH HEY. Sibling's feeling a little self conscious about writing a guest post, so can some of y'all PLEASE give her comforting advice. Tell her she's funny. Or something. She's afraid she won't match my wits. But let's be frank, NO ONE IS AS WITTY AS ME. Except for, you know, every other person... but that'll be our little secret. SHUSH. In conclusion, can I get a "Let's go Sibling, let's go!"?! Boo yeah.
We're so cute. Don't you just want to squish our cheeks? Please don't answer that.
(ME: Blazer - Thrifted/ Value Village $7, Shirt - Thrifted $1, Skirt - Homemade, Belt - Thrifted, Hipster Glasses - Hong Kong, Socks - H&M, Shoes - Thrifted/ Value Village $7)
(SIBLING: Cardigan - Old Navy, Shirt - Hong Kong, Jeans - Unknown)
(SIBLING: Cardigan - Old Navy, Shirt - Hong Kong, Jeans - Unknown)
Ta-ta!
P.S. How do people react to YOUR outfits in public?
P.P.S. Hey, if you're REALLY cool, ENTER MY GIVEAWAY. Then you'll automatically be cool FOREVER. (oooh!)