Life and Stuff
I’m not even going to joke. This new layout is throwing me off. I can’t even locate our gravatar images anymore. If I was more adept at this…
This past weekend was awesome. I would say it was aweso, but I was there and so it was gooood. Theta Delta Chi had a toga party. It was my first as you probably could have guessed judging by my inferior freshman status. Kick me, k? I went nuts with it, though I didn’t know it until I got to the party. I have some sort of complex where I always want to be number one in the outfit department at an event. That sounds superficial but I promise we can blame it on high school. If they hadn’t started the trend of voting me best dressed at prom, I wouldn’t be this way now. Bastards. Thanks for making me sound like a superficial hag. Then Greek formal earned me another best dressed and now I’m psycho about it.
I took my good friend Danielle to the fabric store with myself and Craig so we could shop for the ultimate toga attire. I’m so damn picky. I saw a lot of fabrics I liked. I turned down two that were to my particular style because they were pink. I hate pink. HATE pink. I found the right fabric for me but alas, I refused to pay $9 a yard when I had to buy five yards. So I left the cozy white thermal printed with little black skulls alone. I came out with royal purple satin printed with black velvet moons and stars, which is cool because I matched Craig’s royal purple cotton. I also matched Danielle’s gold silk printed with black stars. Matching fiesta. Read more…