Here is the result of my overpriced shoes...
So I finally got my shoes out of the shoe repair shop after they cut a huge chunk of it off (since I do have weak ankles, I would have doubted that I could even walk in them in the first place)...yeah, they look nice, and they are way more comfortable. See I want to get DD (Double Decker) shoes, or some lolita_lola (sp?) shoes but I'm afraid I could not wear them because of my weak ankles, what I would do to have some wooden sole Vivenne westwood ballerina like shoes. ^_^ But if and when I get a job, I would opt to for the Montreal ones. Foam and only 2 inches....Anyway here is a pic of my newly soled shoes:
Excuse the dirty wall, that's what ya get when you have little siblings that are 5 and 6. ^_^ I am such a hypocrite, since I have my feet on the wall. >_<
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I could not do it. Go to that block party. Not my style, and the music is not my taste. Go-go. Ugh. Go-go, the afro like drum beats, the copycats of other peoples music...and the make of Dora the Explora's theme song out of something of kinky rap song, just doesn't sound to great to me. I wanted go to party; somewhere, anywhere but staying inside my house, but I couldn't. I get so paranoid, about actually having a life, yet I wine and bitch and complain about having a life. Maybe I will do better when I go to college. I just can go out and "have fun" like everyone else does. Well maybe I am holding my self back....i dunno anymore...
Excuse the dirty wall, that's what ya get when you have little siblings that are 5 and 6. ^_^ I am such a hypocrite, since I have my feet on the wall. >_<
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I could not do it. Go to that block party. Not my style, and the music is not my taste. Go-go. Ugh. Go-go, the afro like drum beats, the copycats of other peoples music...and the make of Dora the Explora's theme song out of something of kinky rap song, just doesn't sound to great to me. I wanted go to party; somewhere, anywhere but staying inside my house, but I couldn't. I get so paranoid, about actually having a life, yet I wine and bitch and complain about having a life. Maybe I will do better when I go to college. I just can go out and "have fun" like everyone else does. Well maybe I am holding my self back....i dunno anymore...