... sylvia plath and so on and so forth

Recently I decided I was a Teen Witch. Who isn't these days?

I made myself a t-shirt and went off to a party. 

It was nice to have a little teasing.

I miss the strange insults once common at high school.

- marios schwab SS/11

Warning: paragraph of reminiscing. 

('Why not delete the boring paragraph Jazz?' 'Because it's my blog farkers')

To reminisce - On one free dress day a teacher said with her standard nasty drawl "You look Weird Jazz", while another person told me I looked like the "before shot from 'What Not To Wear'". Which was Awesome (No sarcasm, it made my day)

- There were also incidents the day I came as Pippy LongStockings to book week

- Though, on a different occasion a girl approached (yes, I did go to a posh all-girl school, and yes, it was weird) and said "Wow Jazz, I would actually, like, consider wearing what you're wearing! You got it right for once" - to which I was particularly insulted - that this human thought my fabulous clothes could potentially grace her body was a horrid thought.

- I shall stop there before a stupor overcomes us

Sadly the best I tend to get these days are mild-mannered insults from my 13-15 year old sister and step-sisters

Anyway, ranty ranty

here is my teen-witch t-shirt

you may think 'oh you lame posing poser', but note the helmet on the bike - this girl means business

Spooky Witch No Face!

(If I'm going to keep up being this consistently vain and lame - Vaime? No. Let us not mention 'vaime' again. Anyway, I need a tripod. Walking around the garden looking for appropriate tree stumps is becoming tedious.)