for your eyes only, love.

It’s funny how when you reread things a few years later they have a whole different meaning to you. Stargirl, by Jerry Spinelli. Read it.

So I’ve spent the last few days or so working on my room. Hopefully I’ll get to paint and stuff, but my mom is like dead set on keeping my safari-ish theme. Whatever, mom. But my closet! Oh, my closet. With the help of Closetmaid I’ve got room for everything. I’m really quite pleased. Although I had intended to paint the inside of my closet hot pink, and it didn’t go down so well with my mother. She’s big on keeping the walls this disgusting yellow. We’ll see, mom.  But anyways. It’s beautiful. And I’ve gone through everything and I’m donating all the old stuff/bad stuff to charity, to clear up some space too.

Anddddd! I found a pencil skirt at Goodwill and shortened it a bit, and it’s really quite lovely and I’m happy. I’m fully wearing it to work today.

Oh, and I bought a nice dress from Aritzia, it’s cute. It’s gray and sort of flowy-ish, I kind of love it a lot.