i finally decided to drop by the mall today and buy something relatively dressy for my grad boat cruise next week. i just ended up buying a funky little jean skirt for $50. i could really care less about events like this. of course i’m feeling the “woo… graduation!” but i really don’t see the point of all the attached celebrations. give me one night with a few good friends and a some pearl milk tea, and i’ll be a happy clam. i utterly detest dressing up for any occasion. if i had it my way, i’d be wearing a pair of worn jeans or khaki cargos to weddings and celebratory dinners alike. poo-poo on the formal wear — poo-poo, i say.

my real grad dinner and dance is sometime in june. and while the wannabe trendsetting girls in my school have already purchased their lovely designed gowns for 4 or 5 Gs, i’ve been procrastinating and basically ignoring the whole feminine necessity of buying a nice, nice evening gown and being the belle of the ball. poo-poo.