Started working on an art project that involves taking pics of myself everyday. It's kinda cool...and I always wanted to do this kinda. Just needed an excuse. Only prob is I have to do it no matter how crappy I look, so these arent necessarily outfit pics.

Few days after I dyed my hair "natural reddish blonde". Also the first dayI got to wear my winter coat...so that was exciting. (Same one from last year, so no not really that exciting.) Also today I decided that I'm not drinking anymore.

Now
this is super exciting, getting ready to leave for the Dethklok concert! Wore my Rodarte inspired stockings with my Stuart Weitzman ballerina flats. Turned out to be the best night of my life. Die for Dethklok!!! (Though I'm pissed off that my hair color has already washed out. I want to be ginger, not strawberry fucking blonde!)

Really boring work outfit. This day sucked...I ended up hating this outfit more as the day went on, the pieces separate are great they just sucked in combination with each other. Plus I need to learn already that whenever I wear gray I hate it. And I did a shitty job on my makeup. Also cause I had to be at work at 6 a.m. Barf.

A little bit better today. Kept it simple with my angora/silk sweater I found at Salvation Army. Wore stupid gray legwarmers again thinking maybe I wouldnt hate them but...no shit, I did.

Super cold, and leaving for work at 5 a.m. again. Finally got my shit together and am wearing appropriately colored leg warmers (black).

My hair is pissing me off so trying to distract with disgusting amounts of my signature ballerina pink shit.

Why is smiling so painful for me? Like no joke, I really hate it. Some people smile all the time but it takes a significant amount of effort for me. This is prob why boys are scared of me. Idiots.

Three days later I came back home after a failing miserably at sobriety. I am raindrenched and my hair looks stupid. Today I dyed my hair and felt better. Also...have a terrible cold. Alcohol and cold meds combined are probably really bad for you but I'm not caring.