Shoe shopping

i hate shopping. i absolutely despise of it. i have a percussion performance on friday, of which i am beyond nervous. i am to the point of being so terrified i appear calm. this actually happens a lot to me. moving on, i would whine the entire time. i dont care who is watching, as long as they can tell that i hate what im doing, its great with me. basically, i would jam my entire foot into a flat, twist it around until it went in (thats what she said) and them yank it out painfully. then i would kick it half way down the aisle when no one is looking. and that is why both my feet are sore and red and numb right now.

i should sleep but i am so terrified. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadavidaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahelpaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaameeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

the beautiful sounds of a devastated emma

stay awesome, gotham ❤ anna akana


Graduation Dress

After almost a whole year, i found my 6th grade graduation dress at the back of a closet. tonight i put it on, not to see how i looked, but to look back on the memories. To touch that awkward dressy fabric reminded me of sitting in it for hours and laughing with the kids around me as the teachers droned on and on about how we should walk in and at which symbol crash we were to spin and shit. To wear the dress for what it is, a girlie piece or crinkled mesh and a satin bow, i felt small and innocent again, because the last time i legitimately wore a dress to school by my own free will was probably kindergarten. I wore that dress when i went onto that stage and mumbled out the speech that i had prepared for and competed for and worked hard for. 

It was that dress i had worn when David hugged me for the first and last time. 

In that dress i spent my last day at Gomes as a student, as a true gopher. That was the day i said through clenched teeth,” i love pictures,” when david’s dad suggested a picture. I watched madagascar 3 in that dress. 

i was uncomfortable, and this may not seem like much to you, but until today i had no idea how much this dress meant to me. so here i am at 2300, typing out my story. 

Favvy songs?

i feel so bitchy to make this kind of post, but i am running out of brain space to remember all of thems xD

promise i will expand. hope we have the same shitty taste in music xD

Peacocks….? and gray/grey…?

i have just learned that peacock doesn’t refer to the species as a whole, but only to the flashy male. the female is called a peahen. heehee. a peahen. oh god why xD so get it right guys! the species is the PEAFOWL (heehee)


The color that is has 50 shades based on the book can be spelled with either an “a” or and “e.” so gray or grey. your choice.