ok, so, a little personal history is required i suppose, before i start blathering on about my current state of affairs. you see im at a bit of a confused place at the moment, iv lost my place in society, iv usually had some kind of vague label you could affix to my head but now i just dont know what i am or what im trying to be, so heres a brief history of my past phases:
age 3 - 9: girly girly to the point of refusing to wear anything other than dresses
age 9 - 14: tomboy/surfer bum, wore only stupidly big salt rock or quicksilver tshirts and combat trousers
age 14 - 15: became a complete little mosher, cue punkyfish tops and massive flares
age 15 - 16: uber wierd outfits, part punk, part cybergoth and part candy kid, involving 3inch platform new rocks, legwarmers, very short skirts and loads of brightly coloured jewellery. lots of customising and cutting up of clothes.
age 17: got bored of dressing wierd and tried a more normal look, even bought some grey heeled boots to replace the new rocks (the first pair of shoes id bought that wernt hiking boots, converse, vans or new rocks in my life!)
age 18: got frustrated with how boring and bland i looked and started alternating between normal, tomboy, girly girl, mosher and wierd outfits daily
so as you see, i am now trapped in some kind of horrible style limbo, and am finding it difficult to escape.
i want my style to reflect my personality, but the things i want to do like get a snazzy new haircut, lip pierced, tattoos etc all seem so awfully cliche, and i fear i may end up like every other individual out there who's trying to look 'unique'. and for me theres nothing worse than somebody who looks like theyr actively trying to make themselves look soooo unique and original and different from the crowd when they probably copied their style from a picture they saw on the internet.
i could talk for ages about this, like theres also my conflicting sense of loyalty to the so-called 'alternative' scene with an urge to be able to easily fit into any social situation without being labelled or judged, but i think ill leave that for another day because iv done lots of rambling now and its time to eat some biscuits
hope youv enjoyed this post, iv enjoyed writing it, i havnt kept a blog in years, i used to have a xanga (OLD SKOOL!!!) but all my friends read it so i felt akward going into too much depth about anything, me being such a hyper-active and carefree person in real life i felt like id be destroying some kind of beautiful illusion, lol.
so i think i shall use this as a dumping ground for all the theories and musings on society and shizzle, cause if i dont im sure my head will eventually asplode.
and the world will be turned into peanut flavoured mush and this guys eye will get eaten by weevils 
oooh he aint happy! so yeah for this guys sake i will inflict my brain upon you!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!
mmmm catharsis.....tastes good.
age 3 - 9: girly girly to the point of refusing to wear anything other than dresses
age 9 - 14: tomboy/surfer bum, wore only stupidly big salt rock or quicksilver tshirts and combat trousers
age 14 - 15: became a complete little mosher, cue punkyfish tops and massive flares
age 15 - 16: uber wierd outfits, part punk, part cybergoth and part candy kid, involving 3inch platform new rocks, legwarmers, very short skirts and loads of brightly coloured jewellery. lots of customising and cutting up of clothes.
age 17: got bored of dressing wierd and tried a more normal look, even bought some grey heeled boots to replace the new rocks (the first pair of shoes id bought that wernt hiking boots, converse, vans or new rocks in my life!)
age 18: got frustrated with how boring and bland i looked and started alternating between normal, tomboy, girly girl, mosher and wierd outfits daily
so as you see, i am now trapped in some kind of horrible style limbo, and am finding it difficult to escape.
i want my style to reflect my personality, but the things i want to do like get a snazzy new haircut, lip pierced, tattoos etc all seem so awfully cliche, and i fear i may end up like every other individual out there who's trying to look 'unique'. and for me theres nothing worse than somebody who looks like theyr actively trying to make themselves look soooo unique and original and different from the crowd when they probably copied their style from a picture they saw on the internet.
i could talk for ages about this, like theres also my conflicting sense of loyalty to the so-called 'alternative' scene with an urge to be able to easily fit into any social situation without being labelled or judged, but i think ill leave that for another day because iv done lots of rambling now and its time to eat some biscuits
hope youv enjoyed this post, iv enjoyed writing it, i havnt kept a blog in years, i used to have a xanga (OLD SKOOL!!!) but all my friends read it so i felt akward going into too much depth about anything, me being such a hyper-active and carefree person in real life i felt like id be destroying some kind of beautiful illusion, lol.
so i think i shall use this as a dumping ground for all the theories and musings on society and shizzle, cause if i dont im sure my head will eventually asplode.
and the world will be turned into peanut flavoured mush and this guys eye will get eaten by weevils oooh he aint happy! so yeah for this guys sake i will inflict my brain upon you!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!
mmmm catharsis.....tastes good.
Hope the exam went well
I'd describe my own personal style as schizophrenic, I don't know what I want it to be, so I just have fun with it. I have so many clothes and I usually end up hating everything I own, but I do think I have a fairly unique style because of a combination of these factors, or so I've been told by friends and strangers.
Who cares if having your lip pierced or hair styles in a certain way is clich? They're all things you can change if you don't like it, the important thing is you wear/style yourself how you'd like.
The only crappy thing I've ever found about styling myself in the way I'd like is that sometimes it can be very tiring and infuriating dealing with the inevitable looks and comments. Sometimes you just want to hide in the shadows and avoid other people.