Highschool Hell

 It's been a turbulent week for me!

Only the second week of school and I was sent to the "Assistant" principals office for my shorts being too short.  (My bad luck strikes again.  The limit is 4" above the knee but mine were unluckily about 1/2" too short).  But I always seem to get stuck with the bully, douche of an AP.  He told me I could use the phone in his office and to go and wait for him, which would have turned out to take an hour.  
       I decided after about 15 minutes I wasn't going to miss any more Physics than I had to, so I used the Secretary's phone, which turns out wasn't actually the Secretary because the actual Secretary had gone on a 30 minute lunch break.  So my Mom didn't answer, and after my Dad getting angry over the fact the Sub-Secretary couldn't connect him to the Front Office to get me a pass to go home and change, my Mom finally did answer and in about another 15 minutes I managed to get me a pair of pants. 
    It was a pain in the ass and I got back to class with 15 minutes to go.
    Over this summer I was a lifeguard, in which I was subjected to spending an entire summer of telling kids what and what not to do. (But, unlike teachers, my job was to actually keep them safe and not subject then to humiliation and suicidal feelings).  And I know how hard it is to enforce the rules, and I know that, despite what anyone says, favoritism does play a huge part in who gets away with what.  Which is why you see a bunch of kids walking around with droopy drawers and cheerleaders with shorts up to their asses with their perky little buttcheeks hanging out. 
        When something like getting sent to the office, going through an hour and a half of trying to please these assholes, and then going back to class to see some prep with a skirt shorter than anything I own you get filled with a feeling that could very well push someone to do something drastic. 

It's messy but effective. 

         So coming back to school was pretty fucked up, because (I don't know if it's just me, you guys
will have to let me know) teachers don't seem to value respect.  All I try to do when confronted with a teacher is show them respect and try to follow their rules, but it seems like most of them (Whether it be Assistant Principals, Councilors, Nurses, Front Office Ladies, ect..) go into school thinking I'm going to treat you like a Juvinile Delinquent no matter how you act/what you might have done.  And still manage to sit at my table for an hour and a half playing on my iPhone and letting mini-hookers get away with their tiny clothes.  
           

 In other News

I managed to snag a part in my school's play.  The British pantomime of Cinderella.  And I am the lovely evil stepsister.  Apparently I am extremely well off when playing conceited bitch faces with harrowing, shrill English accents!

My friend Henry got the role of Prince Charming, which highly amuses me seeing as he's got a tendency of being a morbid, dark humored guy with extremely opinionated views on...well...everything.  Although It's been a while since we've hung out, it's whatever.  He's good and I'm good so we're just going to kick ass and be good together.

SO YEAH

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Girl Anachronism

Struggles of a Nostalgic Teenager

Working towards vintage is harder than you guys would think.

          Seriously, you're face with so many different problems when you're trying to be Vintage Fantastic or Retro or if you just straight up feel like you missed the one way train to the 60s and are trying to live all those fantasies through your current life.

           FINDING CLOTHES.  
I'm talking actually finding.  If you order your vintage clothing online, you my friend, are cheating.  

           You really have to look for those top-quality vintage stores that don't try to charge you out of your home, family and drug habit.  Either that or you can get straight to the nitty gritty and dig through charity shops (such as Goodwills, Family dollar,  or just tucked away little old lady thrift stores run by women of an undetermined sex).
             Yeah, it takes awhile, but walking away with a piece of clothing you worked your ass off to find is worth more to you than gold. That, and it's guaranteed to be more unique than clothes most of the female-sheep that infest and poison the schoolgrounds wear.
           Granted, sometimes finding the perfect piece of clothing will just seem to...happen.  Sometimes you just find the perfect pair of pants, or the perfect shirt, or the perfect skirt and it will be the perfect size and it will be dirt cheap. 
            But then again, other times you will feel like you've lost your mind looking for the perfect shirt and will go home feeling like the whole of the world is about to collapse on you for the lack of perfect clothing.

Some of my favorite peices, The Doc Martens are vintage and possibly from the early 90s.

EXPRESSING YOURSELF

              But most of all, it's about expression.  I know it can be fucking hard to dress the way you want, especially to school of all places.  But you know, you get over the weird looks.  I know my friend Haka has struggled with this, but now she's in a happy medium with herself and her wonderful fashion blog.  Quite frankly I really look up to her for that, because it's hard to go out and just do your own thing.  Especially with all those other assholes that just love to judge you and try to make you feel shit about yourself because you don't conform to mainstream fashion.

            
















        Most of it though, isn't just about dressing your way because it's 'in style'.  It's because it makes you feel good and because it allows you that connection to the period you feel so damn connected to, and it's like when you wear those clothes you're wearing something from the past.  Something with the energy of that time period, something that could've been worn by someone from that period.  Those clothes could've been to a Hendrix concert, or front row at a Zeppelin show.  Or anything you could possibly imagine.

        The important thing is, though, that no matter what you wear or how you wear it, 

        you gotta work that shit with all you've got because
there is nobody that expresses

        YOU better than YOU.

See look how expressive I am by posting pictures of me in my vintage clothing in high contrast, self timed photos.





MODELING MODELING

 

                   Okay guys that's about it for my self love rant. But you guys really shouldn't be afraid to wear what you want just because you feel weird wearing it around other people, or if you feel like people think you're weird for wearing it around them.  
                    Fuck the majority and make your own image.