This entry is just to release anger of an certain of individual, the blogger, me. Read if you like to.

So Mommy is currently driving me up the wall. Lets put it at that. But no, I just took my SAT Writing Class today which was lots of fun. Jason, my intructor told me be specific. Its one of my rules to had a good SAT essay so here goes.

OMG, she freakishly pisses me off. Apparently, since I've started to take a big love to fashion, she keeps thinking that I'm trying to impress guys. Are you freaking OUT OF YOUR MIND? Has it ever popped into her head for once that I want to dress lovely just because I want to. Apparently NOT. RAHHHHHHH!!!! JEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZ...

So, here's the scenario. I've been wanting a new pair of jeans. I currently have 4 jeans, and some 2 capris, and 3 bermudas. So, out of those 4 jeans, three of them I bought at the same exact time, around the end of May. I have an entry on it here. I really liked those jeans. It was this great sale day where in the Galleria ballroom, they had racks and racks of jeans and all you had to know was your waist size and shop for jeans. Great brand names etc. The catch was that I couldn't try them on. Nobody was allowed to but it didn't matter. I knew my size, 26. So, I got 3 jeans that day, and so did KK because she was close to a measure tape. Lingy was at church. I'm very happy with those jeans, and still am but the thing was that when I got home to try them on, they were all skinny jeans. Now skinny jeans don't really look great unless you're wearing them with a converse, flats, or high heels. Not sneakers. The trouble is that I mainly wear sneakers when I got to school and I have none of those. So tonight, I decided to talk to Mommy about try to get another.

I guess before I was alright with not getting another jean. But a few days ago, I noticed that my only jean that I could actually wear with my sneakers were starting to get a hole at the butt part again. Apparently, two other pants of mine also started to get holes at the butt part too (the corner top left hand corner of the right pocket on your butt or vice versa). They are gone though. (My butt has thorns. JK) So, I really want another jean. Mommy comes home tonight from Chinatown and so I go and talk to her. Mommy has been disagreeing but she still hasn't her my reasons so this time I shall tell her that:

1. Winter is coming. I can't always just 9 pants but I can't wear capris and bermudas during the winter like guys can.
2. Skinnies don't look good with sneakers.
3. There's a forming hole in one of the pants.

She hears me out. And she finally saids yes. Thank you! Then she starts lecturing me about how I'm trying to impress guys. You know, I really just wished she has stopped there. She is driving me insane. May I just have one LONG moment of happiness? For Pete's sake, can she not lecture me about trying to impress guys? Sure, guys, they are wonderful human beings. They are the class clowns that light up my day. Does that mean that super duper like them? NO!!! Evidently, she can't freaking accept that fact that I like clothes because its clothes and not because its for guys.

Then every, single time before she ever, EVER drives me to class, whether its driving or Testmasters(an SAT course), she lectures me that I shouldn't take too long to dress myself up. What the heck!?!?! By now, I haven't gotten any new clothes that recently and have been staring at the same amount of clothes I had since the END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR except for some GAP clothes which it isn't even time to WEAR them yet!!!!!!!! By now, I should know WHAT to WEAR with WHAT!!!! 

And then Mommy also goes on to mention me wanting a brand name jean. First of all, before when I had just started fashion this year, I look up to the top designer companies for ideas. Yes, I really wanted them but its not that I only cared to have a brand name outfit. For her information, as long as the design is there and I like it, I get it. My idea is that usually brand names are more unique. Doesn't mean that I have to get a brand name. I never even mentioned a brand name. I was just asking for a jean.

I will gladly explain my love of fashion in another coming entry. Good day.

Now, my SAT intructor taught me lovely how to write an wonderful essay, not the way I just typed. My SAT is a bit more formal. And just so you know, he was a great teacher and roped us Nerd Ropes. Yea! That happy thought just calms my mind. That was fabulous. Bye.