First 2 photos are little jewerly that I made. A few days after that crappy photo was taken, I made 3 more rings. A cross, a silver leaf, and a gold spider. When it comes to jewelry, I'm not that obssessed. Sometimes it's practicality and my obvious clumsiness. I don't know, maybe it's my fear of dropping these metal things down the toilet. Losing them a week after buying them is inevitable. Also, I never find any that I like. And the ones I do like cost major bucks.
All my weaknesses clumped together has propelled me to make my own little "trinkets". Cue the super glue on skin, floor, carpet, etc. and some major pain along the way. Nevertheless, I am much more proud of crap I make myself. I would've boasted my 3 little new babies but until I get a camera, I can't. With my ancient piece of machinery, all photos that come out are blurry and incomprehensible.
The last few photos are outdated from Knott's for my 17th birthday. I was in debate to actually show photos of my crazy friends who made that day happen, but then again their privacy is also very important to me. Instead, here's a vision of a ride that I didn't have the balls to go on, roosters and hens that surprised us at the end of the days (and can amazingly climb trees), my face that summed up what I felt about the whole day, and a perfectly-screwed-up photobooth picture (I was devirginized of never being in a photobooth. They say that your first experience sucks, but I didn't think it could've been better. Especially loving the last photo of me supposedly giving my friend a hickey, who by the way was 1 of the FOUR girls that was in the booth. Hilariously, her face was the only one that came out and the only person that you can see in all 4 slides.)
P.S. I'm promising to put up some actual outfit posts soon. Just did my SAT Subject tests this morning so I'm finally semi-free.
