school days

Helloooooooo. Everyone is talking about going back to school and planning out outfits and doing school stuff and I'm just like, "UGH LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FARTS I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT." Because while I have nothing against learning and going to class, I am not excited about seeing anyone from school and hugging them and talking about how much I missed them. Well, except for one or two people, but that's about it. Most of the people at my school are d-bags. So let's pretend they don't exist right now.

The fabric store near me is moving, so everything in the store was either one dollar or one dollar and fifty cents, so being the troll I am, I ran around the store choosing different fabrics and eventually the guy who works there got sick of me.

Guy who works there: Is this all you're buying?
Me: Yeah, that's-WAIT I WANT THAT. AND THAT. NO, NOT THAT. THAT.

I'm still surprised that he didn't strangle me with the ribbons in the store, but it's probably because we're BEE-EFF-EFFS 4EVER. Obviously.
I lack the majority of the basic skills needed to sew, and since I don't have a sewing machine, I'm in a bit of a predicament. I wanted to make a skirt with some of the fabric that I got, so for now, I'll just hold it up with the ribbon that I got and take pictures of it.
                                                           
                                   

I'm sad about the maxi skirt because it was so so so amazeballs and I had tulle peeking out underneath it and it was dragging on the floor and being dramatic and then it failed me by 1.not being captured fully in these pictures and 2.if I want to wear it outside, I risk it falling down. And that's not very fun.

                                                                            -Yours truly,
                                      Britney (and my BEE-EFF-EFF 4EVER, the fabric store guy)