I have to go to this ball in a couple weeks for school. Well, I don't HAVE to go per se, but it is another excuse to get drunk with my friends. Anyways, it's a formal event, which means I have to find a formal dress. I wanted to find a really cool vintage one to wear because, well, I like vintage clothes, and if I have to get dressed up I don't want to look like every other yahoo. So I looked on ebay for like months, and on Friday night I finally found one that was awesome and would fit me so I bid on it, but then some bee-yotch came in at the last minute and outbid me. This made me very mad and sad. I may have to resort to wearing a "normal" dress or the dress I wore last year, which was kick ass. Anyways, this whole diatribe about dresses leads up to me making the observation that when it comes to fashion and the like I wish I could be a boy and not care about this shit. I suppose that I could just make the decision to be a girl that doesn't care about it, but I do. In other vintage clothes news, I went to Value Village today and got an adorable red velour jacket that almost made up for losing that dress on ebay. Almost.
PS Live journal spell check sucks. Why does it always try to give me suggestions for "doesn"? Doesn't it get that that is a contraction word?? Whatever Live Journal.
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In a funny follow up to this post, (this is fun, commenting on things that happened 4 years ago), the bee-yotch that outbid me for that dress apparently never paid, and the seller emailed me to ask if I wanted it, but I had already bought another dress for the ball. I should have just gotten it anyways, but it's not like the dress made any difference since the whole point of Malpractice Ball was to get as wasted as possible and shout things like "I know you had plastic surgery" at snatches from my class.
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