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Raining Down On The Princess' Parade
Tuesday, October 18, 20116:11 AM
It's very aggravating how my family just loves raining down on the beautiful parade I have.
For instance, tomorrow, the school's celebrating the United Nations day. And as if celebrating a union of countries who did nothing but go off and backstab other nations wasn't enough, now we have to dress up as other nations like we were in a Hetalia cosplay convention. And if that wasn't bad enough, I had to go beat the deadline for an actual costume. We could've just went off in jeans, sneakers and Tshirts with the flags on them, ya know >____________> Second, about the damn costume. I originally planned on going off simple with a Chinese dress, and just a while ago (like... a few hours ago), I had borrowed one from my best friend's sister (which fits me snugly). Them my mother decided to come home with a Malaysian costume that didn't even resemble the Malaysian costume they actually wore. No, it actually resembled a Philippine costume from some region I didn't bother to even remember. It was as hot as hell, too. How the hell am I suppose to survive four friggin' hours of a boring assembly in the school's gymnasium dressed like a red banana? A really sweaty one, in fact. The gymnasium's really, really, really hot, especially in the afternoon (the time of our damn program), so how the fucking hell do I survive?!? She keeps on ramming down my throat her lack of knowledge on how the fathermocking hell do I even survive without suffering heatstroke. For Christ's sake, let me actually wear something that would allow me to breathe in! To make matters worse, my father agrees. Christ, these people want me to die right then and there! Third, the Retro Halloween party. It's more of a retro than a Halloween. That one, I actually like to do. C'mon, dress up? I've been loving it since... recently. IDEK why. I swear. And yes, I'd go as an 80's chick. My costume's all planned out; denim skirt, pantyhose, gloves, oversized shirt and shoes. Then my mother wants me to trash the obviously easy-to-wear oversized shirt that is obviously 80's fashion for the god-awful new tops she brought. AS IF. They look like beachwear, and noooooo, I'm not gonna wear that, not in a million decades. They can go punish me and lock me out in the middle of the night and deprive me of food and water for weeks on end, but I will never wear those. NO. I refuse to. How the hell do these people forget the fashion of their era? And not to mention that THOSE BLOUSES DON'T GO WITH THE SKIRT, OR ANYTHING IN MY GODDAMN OUTFIT. I keep on protesting, but you know parents, they're all too close-minded on stuff. Thinking they know it all. Yeah right. And then there's my annoying little sister, who loves being the right one. Sige na, ako na ang mali. 'Lang 'ya 'to. Kung mukhang pambeach sa akin, mukhang pambeach! Hindi ko kailangan ng opiniyon mo, letse. Alam kong gustong-gusto mo yung mga pantaas na ganun, ero pasensya ka, ako hindi. Kaya wag mong ipagduldulan sa akin na okay silang suotin. My god. There goes another pointless rant. Off to finish the character sketches for something~. Fashion trend's something that I go along or against with Princess the Ripper Labels: 80's fashion, goddamn fathermockers, Hetalia, Le Cheshire Cat, Maia, marionette14, my family, Princess the Ripper, rant, retro party, UN |
let us get back on the pedestal
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