HIATUS.
I will not be updating this journal for the forseeable future and I will not be attending any lolita meets. I still want to see you guys, but... not in the context of "Lolita Meet", I guess... I feel exceptionally awkward out of lolita when all around me are in it, and I'd rather be remembered in lolita-spheres as a big-haired joybasket than a standoffish blonde mess fumbling about in tweeds.
In some ways, I think this is my "official-official retirement" from lolita but heigh ho. I have tried not wearing the fashion for a little bit and I still have no inclination to go back to it. I will not be selling my clothes or owt in case I miraculously change my mind, and... they still appeal to me as beautiful objects or remind me of some really, really amazing times and some fantastic people.
I will not be updating this journal for the time being because... I don't really see the point. I'm not sure if anybody would read it, and this is most definitely a blog with it's roots stuck deep in lolita. Plus, with a lot of the positive aspects of blogging have come the negative sides, such as being talked about in ways that make no sense (And yes, were kind of funny but I really don't have a wanger, honest...) or seeing things bounce from a mate's blog to another blog and... yeah. I never thought that blogs such as these would be forums for addressing srs business, and I sort of want out of LJ. If you want to watch me whine about my life, I'm only a tweet away, anyhow..!
I would really, really like to organise one last informal winter knees up, as I have done for the past two years. Would that be alright? And really, if we aren't already joined at the hip please add me on facebook, add my msn/AIM, email me or type something here that allows me to retain my ties with you. Just because I got no petticoat don't mean I want no pals.
msn: charliepoms3000@hotmail.com (I made it when I was 10, you are forbidden from judging me)
email: jedijam@gmail.com (Almost worse. Made when I was a terrible thirteen year old or something ghastly.)
AIM: cakeonmyhead
twitter: charliejamison
Thank you all for the amazing times I've had and the people I've met. I never thought that the nylon-frilly-ghastly-plastic outfits I wore as a dorky 14 year old would lead to me having some of the most beautiful, brilliant and amazing friends in the world. Without you guys I would probably be snorting into a packet of quavers whilst watching sitcoms on my own, painfully ignorant, painfully dull and painfully unloved. If you don't loaf about with me outside of meets, I'm going to get a shovel and smack you right round the face with it.
And on that particularly violent high, I think I'll finish. Thank you, honestly. xxx
How embarrassing will this be when I sidle back onto the lolita scene in the spring..? I can just feel the awkwardness already.