Need new clothes

I swear, I need new clothes. I got over my punk phase for good and now I feel a pang of regret whenever I think of the money that I spent for all my punk clothes and accessories. Fortunately the phase didn’t last for long so I probably didn’t spend that much money. But still, money is money and I could’ve used it to buy myself a new pair of capri pants or something. I think I still might be able to sell some of my clothes to my batchmates who are totally into the Filipino rock scene. For now I’ll just have to dig in the deep recesses of my closet for any girly outfits I might have hidden in there. Ugh, whatever was I thinking then? It’s fun to dress up in fitted tops and platform sandals!

When I’m wearing an outfit that I love my mood improves because I know that I look pretty. Clothes have that kind effect on me I guess. As long as I’m wearing something that I consider cool, I’ll be smiling even though I’ve had a really rotten day. That’s why it really bugs me that my dad doesn’t let me wear spaghetti straps unless I bring along my denim jacket with me, which is such a hassle. It’s not like guys will follow me around the mall just because I’m dressed up like that! And I don’t commute; therefore I don’t walk in the streets where horny kanto-boys will hoot and wolf-whistle at any of the female species that walk past them. I wear my clothes to impress myself, but it’s kind of hard to explain those things to my dad. I really should look for a long-sleeved thingie that I can wear the moment I leave the house and then stash in my purse when I’ve reached my destination.

My period hasn’t come yet and I’m still in a bitchy mood, but not depressed like I was yesterday. Ugh, I wish I could just tell my body to have my period and get it over with already. Periods are such a hassle.