Prom!
I know I said I’d upload pictures and my incessant prom talk has probably made you guys more anxious than me.
But I have something more than that. But that’s not for you.
It was an amazing night, you guys. It was honestly so beautiful. Everyone looked beautiful, the girls looked gorgeous in their dresses and the guys dapper in their suits. The best part was just being there with everyone. I loved it. Every second of it. Even the part where I stepped on my dress.
Kisses. Evie.
I don’t want to leave. I want to be forever young, you know, dance in style, dance for a while, die young or live forever?
We want to smile and laugh like we used to. We don’t want to miss a second – We want to be in it. In the moment like it’s real, like it’s now, with each and every single person that ever came and went. Came and stayed.
Yeah, we’ll have memories, but after a while they become distant, deformed and denatured. Like, In a way that’s different from how they really were; adjusted and fuzzy, fix what I prefer. But what if what I prefer isn’t real? We want those moments as they were; flaws and all. We want the feeling. The one where nothing mattered, where problems, concerns and tomorrows and pushed into the shadows and given no attention.
Change is one of few constants. It’s inevitable. life is short, it’s true. Yesterday is years but seems like minutes and seconds.
amongst the angst I feel about the here and now, I found that tomorrow is better than yesterday. And that I’m living in today and ready for tomorrow. That’s the way it has to be. So I think I’m ready now…
Indie x
Prom Dress
You probably don’t care but I am sitting about 2 meters away from my prom dress; yes, I finally brought her home.
I won’t mention that when I arrived at the shop yesterday they told me that my dress wasn’t ready even though It was meant to be ready last week. All is well because in the end they finished it. I got my purse and jewelry and one is WELL EXCITED! Now all that’s left to do is my hair!
‘Prom Prom Prometty Prom Prom‘ Those are my thoughts at this particular moment in time. Oh and tweet me @IndieEvie
I’m so excited, it’s actually just silly.
All that I’m after is a …
All that I’m after is a life full of laughter
As long as I’m laughing with you.
I’m thinkin’ that all that still matters is love ever after
After the life we’ve been throughCause I know there’s no life after you
Daughtry – Life After You
One of my all time favorite lyrics, thought I’d share them with you.
Listening
This photo is dedicated to my brother Jasper. I don’t think I need to say much more than that.
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- Just a little something I wrote. I wasn’t thinking. For once
Some days are sunnier than others. Some days are funnier than others. Some days the wounds, though healed, kill like they’re fresh, and I allow them to. It’s okay though ’cause I know this guy. They call him ‘Time’, I’ve heard them talk. They say he heals. We’ll be okay. But, that may be a lie. I’ve heard it so many times.
I can’t help her, she just makes the same mistakes over and over. Other times, though, I catch her thinking – I told her that was a dangerous place. She has her places. Deep inside. ‘Safe’ places and don’t we all?
Indie Evie x
Yayyyyyy!..ish
Good News, guys! I found my prom dress. ‘Hoorah’ the crowd cheers from below the balcony. ‘Hoorah, Hoorah’.
Okay, so all is well-ish. My dress is gorgeous, I love her. Yes I am personifying her because I am that in love. She is silver, some may say gray but they are wrong. She has a diamond-shaped brooch just below the chest area, strapless, horizontal gathers around the breast area and vertical gathers just below the chest to hold the brooch in place. Last but not least a sheath down the front (is that what they’re called? Like, a trail but down the front) and a trail at the back; which I am now having second thoughts about because I heard a lot of dresses get stepped on.
Finding a dress was difficult because, well the mother and I have such different tastes but I’m glad she was there to help despite the difference in opinions because, well, we got there in the end. The ‘ish’ part of this post is subject to that I want my dress NOW, here. But, mum’s busy working and we have to be together to pick it up and we are both busy. Meh.
So, now all that is needed is some jewelry; something dainty and elegant, and of course to sort out my hair, majorly. Fonthill Road in Finsbury Park, London is packed with dresses at this time of the year; I recommend it to anyone looking for a prom dress, they do offer a wide range of choices but unfortunately a lot of the dresses are the same.
I will you keep you posted on the whole ‘prom’ thing.
xoxo Indie
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Don't understand
“NIGGER”
Yes. That’s right. See the word above. That is the ACTUAL title of this post. Does it make you feel good?
I won’t use any fancy words for those simple-minded dim wits that this is directed to (not my wonderful readers nor the general public, but those uneducated few; decide which category you best fit into).
It takes a lot to get me mad to the point of tearing you to pieces. There are three main things that make me ANGRY (like, PROPER anger). I will leave the other two for future rants.
‘Nigger’ is a derogatory term, it is meant to PUT YOU DOWN, DEGRADE YOU, LOWER YOUR MORAL STANDARDS etc. So then, having learnt this as if you had never known before, WHY accept it as a title..?
Praises and thanks to senseless rappers like Jay-Z, Tupac, Drake and Kanye for turning it into a fashion. I don’t know, maybe some people love to be referred to by a word that carries so much hate with it. Maybe, I’m just crazy in not wanting to turn the hundreds of years of suffering of the Black Man into a ‘casual’ thing or a joke or some sort of ’common ground’… Listen… If the only connection between you and me is that we are both ‘niggers’ so, you feel the need to refer to me as one then I don’t think we can be friends. Simple.
And to those black people who say “Oh, but that’s what you are”. You do realise that you are openly accepting a name that was used to insult you. It also implies that you are owned by a white person. Isn’t that nice?! And DO NOT give me “the meaning has changed since then” the only thing that has changed is stupid people like you lying to themselves, runnin’ around thinking they’re cool saying ‘Nigga’ like “ha ha, you can’t say it unless you’re black”. Shut-up. You’re stupid.
I AM NOT WILLING for the battle of Martin Luther King and other great Black Heroes to be in vain. We’ve come so far, I am a black child in a predominantly white school and I’m treated fairly, and that’s just a fragment of what the years of battle was for.
I, as an individual, am EXTREMELY offended by the use of the N word. I don’t care whether you’re singing it, humming it, writing it, saying it, or whatever. You, being of another ethnic background and saying makes it even worse, it is disrespectful and not to mention racist and shows the kind of person YOU are and how much respect you have for the black race not to mention my individual self.
Let’s put a stop to it. ALL RACIST TALK IS WRONG. It’s not a nice word, don’t use it. At least not around me.
Evie.
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Hi! Hey, How’s It Going?
Have I neglected my faithful readers? Yes I have. Is this an apology? Yes, It is. Will You take me back? Yes you will.
So much has gone on in the time that I’ve been away. So this is just one of those subject non specific posts, you know, the ones where I talk about everything and anything and touch here and there.
‘Hoorah’ the crowd shout as she tweets. Yes! I have jumped on the twitter bandwagon, and I must admit that I enjoy it! It’s a breath of fresh air from Facebook (don’t worry, you’ll still find me there) , different in a fun kind way.
I feel that I must confess that I have developed a new love for that ‘Can’t Say No’ song by a certain young chappy named Conor Maynard. I’m not a fan, I won’t lie. I have no interest in raiding his YouTube vids to properly acquaint myself with him or his vocal chords. It’s one of those HORRID teen pop songs that hypnotize young adults like myself into dancing along. I hate loving it, but I do, so check it out! The Fray’s new song ‘Run For Your Life’ (candidate for song of the week) is absolutely fantastic and the video can only be described as ‘epic’, let’s be realistic I don’t think those boys ever get it wrong.
Exam season is coming soon so don’t expect to hear from me as often. Unless I am so disgusted with something to the point of complaining about it, rest assured this is the first place I will come to!
Drama, drama, drama and then some; I would expand on that but I like to leave an element of mystery to my posts.
Oh, btw check out my ‘Song of The Week’ page. You’ll love it! Indie xoxox
