I am a poseur and I don't care, I like to make people stare

Okay, I'm sorry, this is going to be a somewhat fashion-based post. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think it's that I saved loads of money this month (mainly by making Rob starve; "Cheese???!! Cheese???!! Who do you think I am?? Bill Gates? Donald Trump??!!") and I'm all like what can I buy what can I buy! Which is VERY rare for me. Aaaand, because of this:


Okay, extremely bad picture. If you can't read it, it says 53.6! YAY. Thanks to a night of drinking. In Rose Club btw. with Brian, where I also met the lovely Sara McLara who was feeling raaather out of place, as were we all.



So, here are the newest things out of the patch factory:


This was for my little sister, Vera. She's a cool kid!
I'd tell you to check out her blog, but she's actually never posted on it, so, kinda pointless, but here's a picture of her for you to admire:



And here's us looking all punk at Robs bands concert!

Aaaanyway, I also made this huge thing for my new blazer, which I bought at a charity shop for 3.50€. I drew that brick background even. This took me days and days and days (it wasn't all I did, obviously haha) And I bet people are gonna be like: "You put that much effort into it? You care that much?" *subtext= soooo not punk* and I'll be like, what, I thought that was what 'punk' is about diy and all that crap? and then they'll be like "Yeah but, seriously, you're not meant to care that much" AGH you can't win in that scene.


Aaaanyway, the next (no doubt obvious) step is to cover the collar in leopard print fabric. I bought some today for 1€ . And when that's done, voila, I'm a picture-perfect punk. Hahaha (please remember not to take this kind of stuff seriously)
That reminds me of a cartoon I once drew:


And finally, behold my new haircut:



Or, my future haircut, once I have the university interview over with.
Picture kindly stolen from some random girl (with exquisite taste, i must say) on flickr.
Only that in my version, the fringe will be neon yellow and the rest turquoise... or as directions calls it: Alpine Green.
Yes, I know you all disapprove and hate it but hey. I need to do this. Really, I want a mohawk, but I've realized, the only place it's okay for me to have a mohawk is in my bathtub.

So, that's all. Not a very deep post this time, haha. I promise, one of the next ones will be a little less superficial.. not.
Oh and one more message:
PENICILLIN DOES NOT COMPROMISE THE SAFETY OF THE PILL.
It's a myth, and it's been debunked. This goes for most other antiobiotics too. Don't drive yourselves crazy.
I leave you with a picture of myself in the snow, taken by Rob.


Haha, I look all fancy with that coat. And like I'm trying to be sexy.

Ps: No, I did not get the practice of using lyrics as my post titles from Miss Cory Kennedy. If anything, she got it from me, I've been doing it for years, even as a kid in my diary.
Oh shit, now you know I read her blog. Well I do, just to mock her (like everyone else really). You'd think I'm jealous of her (like everyone else really) but no. Being on speed all night (or coke for that matter, as we all know she is a priviledged young miss) isn't THAT cool, been there, done that. (Oh, I love sounding so patronizing when I can)