16th Bday x3

OMG, so like, my 16th bday was a couple of days ago, and it was fine or whatever. But can we just take a moment to talk about how these stupid acrylic nailz are RUINING MY LIFE? Like, I look hot, yes, but typing feels like I'm trying to preform brain surgery with chopsticks. They are SO LONG I could probably stab someone with them. Cute? yes. Functional? Absolutely not. Whoever said "beauty is pain" clearly never tried to type with acrylic talons. 

Anyway, my gfs and I decided to bleach my hair because, duh, I wanted that perfect blonde base for pink hair. Spoiler alert: It was a DISASTER. Like, I looked like someone splattered bleach on my head as a prank. Like, if you squint, I might look like a half-melted Barbie that someone forgot in the sun. But whatever, I'm gonna keep bleaching it until it's the perfect hot pink or my scalp literally disintegrates. At this point, I don't care if I go bald -I'll wear a wig and still look better than 99% of the male population at my school that I'll steal all their girls. 

Speaking of that hellhole, school starts in a few days, and I'd rather lick a subway pole than go back. The dress code is still as stupid as ever. I'm already so over it, like, "Oh no her nailz are too pink! Way too much highlighter and mascara!" Shut tf up. The deans act like they're protecting the school from a fashion apocalypse when they can't even protect their marriages. [yeah, Karen, we all know about the PTA scandal.] I still wear whatever I want, obviously, and they haven't done anything about it. 

BUT THEN. There's this new dean. Oh my GOD, He's OBSESSED with harassing me and my friends. This man is an actual menace. He's got like this vendetta against me and my friends like we personally wronged him a past life, like, sir, why are you so pressed about eyeliner and piercings? Are you really that miserable? I can't even begin to fathom what's going on in his personal life that's causing him to take it out on teenage girls. Once, he stopped me from getting on the bus to tell me my lipstick was "Too pink." OK baldy, and your comb-over is too tragic for public spaces, but you don't see me filing complaints. His receding hairline and forehead is so massive I could project a power point on it. I wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps in a bed made of dress code violations. And don't even get me started on how creepy he is. If I go missing, check his basement first.

ANYWAYS, let's talk about my sweet 16, which was supposed to be iconic but, instead, ended up being equal parts fun and a total dumpster fire. it was like a disaster coddled up and wrapped in hot pink glitter. Sure, spending time with my friends and blasting music was great, but let's not sugarcoat it- I was a full-blown emotional wreck the entire time. One minute I'm living it up, the next I'm spiraling about how my life is downhill from here. All because I'm in denial I'll eventually turn older than 21. But you know what? It didn't even matter because my outfit ATE, and my Instagram pics made the entire night worth it. 

But here's where it all went to hell: the group photo. It had the potential to be THE moment- but no. My idiot brother couldn't figure out how to work a digicam. Like, it's literally one button Dima. ONE. The picture came out so blurry it looks like it was taken mid-earthquake. Congratulations, you managed to ruin what could've been the best photo of the entire night. Truly groundbreaking levels of uselessness.

Butttttttt atleast the after party drinks were good :3 

[and to the girlies and guys who did attend my party tysm I love all of u guys sm omg <3]