omfg. my feet hurt.
youll get it when im finished.
so yesterday me and sam and jon and cindy all rock up to the library with eric, and we go to this constitutional convention thing.
the day was pretty good, all in all.
we got to wear the school blazers and stuff, so i wore my high heels.
but its what happened afterward that really got me. rawr.
towards the end of the day, it started to go downhill.
some little black kid was like ‘hot motherfucker, aye?’ to me, as i walked into the library.
once i got into the library, i was pretty much refused a library card.
wtf.
then, my feet were starting to hurt as i walked up and down those stairs.
and we couldnt use the elevator, because its ‘not a toy’. >_>
but by the time it was over, i got given my cirtificate.
it said ‘isabella kelli’ >_>
if you know my real name you probs find that hilarious.
so i started to walk to willows with sam, jon and cindy.
sam went home.
jon left once we got to willows.
so me and cindy were standing in line at the bank.
we get to the window, and im like
can i apply for a visa debit card, or do i need a parent with me?
you have to be 18.
so can i bring a parent?
how old are you?
15.
-long silence-
(by this point i had started chatting to cindy, so we kinda semi-forgot we were still waiting for him to check.)
no.
no.. what?
no you cant have one. you have to be 16.
MTHRFKR.
no money for me in italy.
then i remembered that i had my thongs in my bag, so i went and got changed.
omg.
im an idiot.
so anyways.
i walk home.
and fall asleep.
and get up a few hours ago.
and write this blog.
and my feet still hurt.
