i wore a denim vest over my bustier to be modest. if i wasn't around my fam, i woulda chucked that shit off the moment i could.
got a phone upgrade to this bootleg blackberry. it'll do. must say it is better than my old phone, a samsung impression. you send 10 texts, and then your phone acts like it has no reception and you have to power off and on to keep sending texts. #lame. and it sucks around crowds. #evenlamer.
the countdown is STILL on. 3 more days. no i am not counting this one. expect more fashiony fashion-ness in los angeles.
gonna do a quick post before going to sleep. i intended to post this days ago, but i'm lazy. *kanye shrugs* sue me.
so much has been going on. ok, that's a lie. i've been wasting my life on tumblr, watching old lizzie mcguire episodes on youtube, and anxiously waiting until i go to california with my bestie.
YES THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES I'M GOIN TO CALIFORNIA
AND I'M HELLA EXCITED
LIKE REAL EXCITED
i've never been on a plane before and this will be awesome. one whole week of acting dumb in los angeles with my friend! one week away from the parents and from the boringness of illinois before i start school at columbia college.
oh yeah, i forgot to mention i transferred. my old school wasn't doing it for me. 2 more years there sounded like a death sentence.
so now i'm there, studying journalism and if i'm lucky fashion journalism. hellz yeah.
for extra measure, i'll throw in this stupid picture.
Consistent musings of the goings-on, what-the-fucks, and oh-my-gods in music, fashion, and the derp-filled daily dallies of the charmed life of Aspyn Jones, who, in her mind, is a music/fashion journalist bound to be successful and stuff.
However, she is not a journalist...yet.