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Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Shopping
I'm going to collect a weekly set. There are spaghetti straps for undershirts at the mall for a few dollars each. I also am going to wear a belt.
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Friday, November 27, 2015
Shopping - Fashion
The 1st shirt I wanted sold out. Here's a new one. It's to get a picture taken when I lose weight to post online. I will need some shoots for an casting agency someday, too.. I will continue to pay for gymnastics with allowance and maybe collect some nice clothes with the rest.
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Wednesday, November 25, 2015
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Sunday, March 3, 2013
The Hunt--
So, I'm searching for dresses in the style for tween girls and without weird things jutting out. Also, I will add long sleeves, stockings, and colorful socks, children's dress shoes or booties- ;p
Argh!
What should I do now?
I had a burger on thin rye, dog on wheat, Heinz ketchup, asparagus's cooked. 3I in water, chocolate chip and oatmeal cookie.
I am going somewhere tomorrow at 10:45 A.M., will be out for nearly ½ day. I should really go to bed but will stay up and do things, hopefully go to bed, assume the food will make me tired, was gonna go for a jog but think I need to look for dresses. }:]
I had a burger on thin rye, dog on wheat, Heinz ketchup, asparagus's cooked. 3I in water, chocolate chip and oatmeal cookie.
I am going somewhere tomorrow at 10:45 A.M., will be out for nearly ½ day. I should really go to bed but will stay up and do things, hopefully go to bed, assume the food will make me tired, was gonna go for a jog but think I need to look for dresses. }:]
Saturday, March 2, 2013
The Hunt--
So, I'm searching for dresses in the style for tween girls and without weird things jutting out. Also, I will add long sleeves, stockings, and colorful socks, children's dress shoes or booties- ;p
Time to Go Shopping~Online! =P
Children's Dresses, Matching Colored Socks and Stockings and Dress Shoes|Booties
no time to sew now :|
no time to sew now :|
Friday, February 15, 2013
My Day, So Far
More videos were loading.. feeling better..
I forget my dream, now, but it was..
So, I woke up like around 1 P.M. I ate liverwurst, and for the 1st time I couldn't finish it. I had wheat bagels with butter, like yesterday.. I mean I didn't finish my 2nd slice of liverwurst after the Oscar Meyer Weiner my dad got turkey on a white bakery bread with ketchup and for the 1st time in awhile mustard. I had some Valentine's stuff.. Having Chef Boyardee canned macaroni and cheese.. Let's see, yesterday, had Chicken Quesedilla.. yes, I want the stuff at Tulane, the sandwich that's open all night.. hot chicken wings with this white cheesey sauce, don't know what it is, is hot and like has some certain twang or thing to it but not foamy like a Tulane taco.. It's pretty big and a bit ridiculously hard to finish. Large Oreo Crumble, $4.
I woke up and tried to cry and stimulate myself, did some, felt like my hamster dying with its teeth taken away.. then I stimulated myself and did it but not much but this time was happy I didn't.
So, I told the teacher I forget the old assignment in Voice for the Actor I missed because it was memorizing like a little paragraph. She has another class, and I had to memorize something. I left, though. I gave her a pink, cold vase with a set of red roses and white little flowers. I got raspberry chocolates with my psych money.. She came on the stage, and I hoppped 1 step down the broad stairs. Took my shoes off later and even like walked very very slowly, like a robot, you know.. In the locker, my toes almost crossed, like an Altamonte Springs mystery, ancient thing. Like, they seemed like 1 and would twist up forever. Like a ghost story. 00 I gave out candies some. I was late to Improv(isation) in the rain, as I said. I asked the teacher stuff after class, like about singing and then why no one like hung out. I told her in Talented Theater, I stayed late to help put books away. It seemed very important. My teacher was from New Orleans. She was very attractive, and at drama club people thought I was her daughter. She was about 10 years older, 10-15, you know like 29 and I was 16. Her last name was French. I don't know if I got that mad. I did when the teacher kept fucking after I missed an assignment like a fetish or irritation. She called my future son a nigger to be safe and I ended up just storming off because it wasn't really funny.. just an itch, something that went on, she wouldn't leave me alone, when I was mad.
I forget my dream, now, but it was..
So, I woke up like around 1 P.M. I ate liverwurst, and for the 1st time I couldn't finish it. I had wheat bagels with butter, like yesterday.. I mean I didn't finish my 2nd slice of liverwurst after the Oscar Meyer Weiner my dad got turkey on a white bakery bread with ketchup and for the 1st time in awhile mustard. I had some Valentine's stuff.. Having Chef Boyardee canned macaroni and cheese.. Let's see, yesterday, had Chicken Quesedilla.. yes, I want the stuff at Tulane, the sandwich that's open all night.. hot chicken wings with this white cheesey sauce, don't know what it is, is hot and like has some certain twang or thing to it but not foamy like a Tulane taco.. It's pretty big and a bit ridiculously hard to finish. Large Oreo Crumble, $4.
I woke up and tried to cry and stimulate myself, did some, felt like my hamster dying with its teeth taken away.. then I stimulated myself and did it but not much but this time was happy I didn't.
So, I told the teacher I forget the old assignment in Voice for the Actor I missed because it was memorizing like a little paragraph. She has another class, and I had to memorize something. I left, though. I gave her a pink, cold vase with a set of red roses and white little flowers. I got raspberry chocolates with my psych money.. She came on the stage, and I hoppped 1 step down the broad stairs. Took my shoes off later and even like walked very very slowly, like a robot, you know.. In the locker, my toes almost crossed, like an Altamonte Springs mystery, ancient thing. Like, they seemed like 1 and would twist up forever. Like a ghost story. 00 I gave out candies some. I was late to Improv(isation) in the rain, as I said. I asked the teacher stuff after class, like about singing and then why no one like hung out. I told her in Talented Theater, I stayed late to help put books away. It seemed very important. My teacher was from New Orleans. She was very attractive, and at drama club people thought I was her daughter. She was about 10 years older, 10-15, you know like 29 and I was 16. Her last name was French. I don't know if I got that mad. I did when the teacher kept fucking after I missed an assignment like a fetish or irritation. She called my future son a nigger to be safe and I ended up just storming off because it wasn't really funny.. just an itch, something that went on, she wouldn't leave me alone, when I was mad.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Stuff
So, I got a rolling huge black gym bag, came with a little lock like the 1 I borrowed from my brother in 6th grade burrr, a cheap tennis racket @ Sports Authority green, a box of tennis balls but still want to get more, a red bigger tennis racket @ Wal-Mart, a hope cancer tennis racket holder, my cellphone, so it's really cool, pretty much packed up, just need to pack things I'm still using, leaving @ 6 A.M., so gotta wake up maybe at like 4:30 A.M., will ask for money, esp. since I'm at school all day. It does feel like I got more stuff, got linen Febreze, washing my lunchbag, may wash my backpack tomorrow. So, I putt the tennis balls in the gym bag I got before because it opens on the top. Also, I'll wear my Mardi Gras hat, tomorrow, wearing my 90s shirt. }D What if it was Christmas? I have no idea what to do for Valentine's. I mean, I have some shiney PJs which aren't all that comfortable, pink pants..you know I dunno how about the shirt from my brother 3D the 1 I wore to the museum last summer..I'm taking a shower at school, whoops, gotta pack my towel and washcloth, too. There's a thing at the bottom for shoes.
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