23, Melbourne.
Bad azzzz.
I study fashion.
I know nothing about fashion, hilarity ensues!
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On Wednesday me and my boif have been officially dating for a year. This is a huge deal for me, I’ve never liked anyone for this long before! He is da best. He has bought me a Totoro onsie, which I only discovered because I put a link on his Facebook asking him to buy me one for my birthday and he thought he was in a time warp because he got the same one for me the day before! I got him a really cool present off etsy, it won’t be here by the weekend though but oh well! I can just post it to him if it comes when he isn’t here.
Internship is totally draining my life. If I see another red shirt I will cry!
I sent my boyfriend nudes.
Of Ron Jeremy.
And then laughed hysterically with Saspot. Pike forever, party never. Winter blows. Can’t wait to move!
So I threw my Miley dress in the wash, because it is machine machine safe and all the other things I have made with iron on transfers have always survived. This one didn’t. I am pretty upset! Turns out officeworks sells shitty paper, I won’t buy it from there again. I’ll stick with getting it printed downstairs at school. So I have painted over the transfer with puff paint, I still have to do the puff process. It won’t look as good though and I am really annoyed about this. The fabric is from the op shop and I don’t think I have enough left to make another. But I’m going to make another that says “I’m Britney bitch”.
So I know I haven’t been posting a whole bunch lately, and I’m soz. But internship is making me sleepy what with all the dressing like a bogan and battling public transport, becoming a pro a trams and seriously what the fuck is with Myki? I am so shit at “touching on/off” I feel like I am 80. My uncle has internet but not wireless so yeah.
Tomorrow I will post a sneaky picture of my “Miley” dress for those who give a shit. It’s pretty hilarious. I’m hopefully having some pictures taken of me wearing it over the weekend for my facebook brand page so that is pretty shwoiiiit.
Yeah. The end. Whaddup. Sick.
I start my internship tomorrow, I’m so nervous. I’m staying in Melbourne for the next few weeks at my uncles, his house is cool and he is my favourite!
I am really drunk. I spent the last bit trying not to throw up on the astro turf.
They didn’t understand I was taking the piss, and thought I was dancing like a huss. But I was just exaggerating their behaviour. It kind of made it funnier. I was doubled up and couldn’t speak. But then it was all Charity and Jacksons arms saving me. Alice, Erin and MGR! It was like it used to be. Except I am really not used to holding in vomit anymore and just felt so sick!