Ice Nine Kills - Newton's Third Law of Knives in the Back
Holy shit.
My mom's friend gave me a discount on some Ray-Ban Clubmasters the other day. I'm freaking out! It's so sexy and vintage. So, the original price? $220. The discounted price? $150. One of the ladies that worked at the place was standing behind me putting thumbs up while I just gawked at the lady who discounted it. I couldn't stop thanking my mom after that.
Today, I got more rings, shoes, a new hoodie, school supplies, and a fucking stomach ache. I also got a "haircut". If I don't part my hair correctly, it looks exactly the same as before, but when I put it up, I look like one of those boy's that need a haircut because it's too long.
Yesterday, I bought some vintage necklace pendants that I'll be working with later on in the week. I need to buy pendant clamps so that it'll stay on a chain. I one piece that is in the shape of those old bikes; huge wheel in the front, small in the back. I also bought one with a bird, a griffin, and some light silver material in the shape of leaves.
I plan on making a suede headband with feathers and beads, but I feel like this is a project I will end up giving up. I might just buy one on UrbanOutfitters since it looks so nice. Most likely it'll be adjustable too and I'd wear it more often.
Some reason, I've been feeling sick about my life. I just want this year to go good and there won't be another stupid bitch trying to make up fail rumors about me and people won't be so fucking gullible about it. I hate those people so much.I might accidentally kill them if they dare try to pull that bullshit again. Just kidding. I'm just creative and have internet connection. Dumbshit.
