Starting at the top.
Yesterday my mother and I went out to the malls (a bunch of them) and we bought lots and lots of
things. The idea was to find a pretty dress, something nice to wear that night. We went away with a lot more.
When I got home I cut up my dress and sewed it to fit me better and generally look nicer (it's from Farmers, but I swear you wouldn't recognise it) and then I put it on, did my hair and makeup, I put on my really expensive Italian tights and brand spanking new black shiny high heels.
We went out to this place called "Floorspace" and sat in the corner because the music was a bit too loud and thanks to the wine the people were a bit too loud also.
I sat in the corner, my pretty dress tucked away inside my coat.
Then we left.
We went to Indie Kingdom and I took pictures, lots and lots of night time pictures.
And then it happened.A gaggle would be the right word.
I saw a gaggle of girls my age, all high heels and pretty dresses - hair done up, makeup done up. They were walking down the street, heels going
click click click click, and they were laughing and talking quite loudly.
I said to my mother that I sort of wished I had a life, that I went out at night and saw people and went places and got dressed up and was just normal.
Not that I'm unhappy with my total lack of social life.
At this age I've noticed that silly people get confused with having a social life and getting wasted. But either way I don't go out at night, I sit at home watching cheesy movies (hello, Alot Like Love!) and writing blogs.
