if you take a walk, i'll tax your feet

I hate photobooth. I need my camera back, but you know how odd that shit would take photos in my six inch bedroom apartment? It would be like trying to fit a large jungle animal into a baby carriage. Maybe I'll get a photographer when I start photography classes? Before that? Never? Always? Hm.

Anyways, in the past week I've moved here I've become vegan, spent too much money on vintage clothing than needed, started reading four books all at once, frolicked around downtown barefoot, met some exponentially awesome people, watched Edward Scissorhands for the first time, etc etc. To be honest I'm positive I'm not having the same experience as people in actual residences of universities and with actual frosh weeks (come to the conclusion our orientation week coordinators think that us art school freaks are incapable of socializing, and can only paint) but I've managed to sneak some nights in of university hopping and whatnot.

So, this is what I wore today, gave off somewhat of a mother-baking-with-a-floral-apron-on sort of vibe. Then I threw on the Doc Martens and negated that vibe. Or maybe now I just looked like a mother who would kick your ass with her big black boots if you interrupted her as she mixed her cookie batter? Played guitar instead of folding laundry to relieve stress? Will iron her son's grungy clothes as opposed to his school uniform? (am I being a little too obvious as to what I wish to look forward to when becoming a mother?)

By the way, I don't know if you've noticed but I've sort of become fond of taking black things and turning them into bows. Today was a pair of black leggings. You can make anything into a bow if you improvise, really.

Oh and look at what the fuck I found the other day.


That's right. A Revolver lunchbox. They also had Sgt. Peppers. Almost considered getting them both until my mother chose for me so we weren't in a financial pickle. My mother isn't here to help me control my finances now, though. You can imagine what my bank account must look like now. (nearlyemptycough)

PS. The building to my fire alarm rang minutes after the last picture was taken. Apparently people on the fourth floor of this building don't know how to properly remove a bagel from a toaster. (and good luck in university to you, sir)

Black button up undershirt, H&M. Black skirt, thrifted. Floral printed skirt, Forever 21. Bow, tied up pair of black leggings. Doc Martens, thrifted. Sunglasses, Kensington Market.