heppy promenade
i call this collection, “the stages of post-prom depression”
t-minus four hours until i have to be ready to take pictures for prom
that’s funny because, you know, prom actually comes from “promenade,” and you can’t promenade alone, can you??
excuse my lack of makeup and overly-curled prom hair, but can we take a minute to appreciate how actually awesome my new glasses are????
conversation between my brother and me when i first walked into the house:
- john: ugh, why are you such a hipster?
- me: shut up, i’m adorable!
- ughhhh but you’re such a hipster
- okay well they’re versace so i don’t know how hipster they can really be
i’m gonna go sleep until 2 am, at which time i’ll get up, down an adderall with some coffee. and write my english paper! until then~
lololol
i’m the tan, blonde friend.
also rather sunburned on my legs. but whatever, that just means i’ll be maaaad tan for wildwood. which, i came to realize earlier today, i am incredibly excited for. my prom is on friday. and then i get to go to wildwood with phil and his friends and have an incredible time. and then i graduate, and it’s summer, and afgjkldsajlkfdjkla i’m excited.
kayleigh and i are doing our regular picture messaging thing and is this me this doesn’t look like me i’ve changed my face ??????????
(the first picture was captioned “casually looking to the side- damn paparazzi” and the second, “momma don’t give a fuck, honey badger don’ give a shit”)
would it be wrong to show up to practice just like this and be like FRANKEL MY BODY IS READY
yes?
no?
no.
help what do i wear tonight
the shorts look kinda weird though and i want to return the shirt to urban but i can’t if it really smells like hookah and booze???