Growing darker over time.....my fashion sense, mind you.

So, for those of you guys who don't know me.....I'm sort a girly person.

Pink rug.

Pink robe.

Pink lamp.

Hello Kitty walls.

Hello Kitty bed.

Hello Kitty plush dolls, baskets, purses, shirts, hoodies, photo albums, photo frames.....

.......it's a much longer list then that, but you get my point, yes?

But lately, a change has begun within me. It's a crazy change that only I can understand. 

Black, bland, mundane....the romantic blood reds, the romantic yet dark feeling of escape...it's beginning to all seem so appealing! Have I gone mad? Maybe a phase?

Who knows, all I know is that I'm reading Gothic Charm School, Victoria, Gothic Beauty, and Tea Time much more. I like this feeling. Even if I don't fit into anything, I'm just happy being true to myself. I can't lose my love for ruffles, of course, but I might be pairing them with skulls soon enough, heck, those ruffles may be a rich red, if I see fit. 

(also, that's GCS's author in the picture, she's got lovely style, something I would wear everyday if I could....)

I hate to jump around subjects like this, but I think it's time to honestly buy that Classic Lolita dress from Anna House. I'm 17, I have the money, and I really think I can get away with wearing it in public somehow.

What I lacketh, is the balls. I have bought some seeds, and I'm in the process of growing myself a pair. No more excuses. Even if what I sport isn't truly lolita, then fine, as long I like how I'm looking.

Anyways, sweet dreams to all, I hope you all had a wonderful Valentines Day, my prince was sweet and did what he could, but seeing him today was all I really wanted. 

Now, I must find an appropriate daydream to muse on, or a wonderful book to read. 

Oh my goodness, I feel like an outcast. Am I the only one who's a little bit annoyed when I see this?

What I mean:

A sweet lolita has a blog, she has cute fashion, coords, and wonderful  help in there. However, she is sensitive, not very down to earth, and over dramatic. She believes she is a princess and must announce it. 

A gothic lolita (or EGA) has a blog. They also post their great outfits, and give some good advice. However SHE has to either act like a /b/-tard, or insult every aspect of the fashion so people don't call her a weeaboo or whatever crap she's afraid of. Is this really that better?

I just don't get it. Can someone please get in the middle and make a blog? They would be admired much more. 

But whatever, that's just me. I made things a little extreme in here so ya'll got my point.

Also, Happy Valentine's day! 

I'll be your Valentine if you don't have one. :3

What a day it is....

Hello there. I'm going to make my first honest post now.

Today has been...hectic, as most Fridays are for me. I know it's sort of tacky to start blogging about my life as if anyone cares, but....

I was informed yesterday that "No Chelsea, the snow is too strong, so we can't celebrate your birthday in Olathe with Joey (boyfriend) until next week." Well that's just super. Really.
Just about as super as losing a toenail. Now, I look forward to a weekend of being buried in snow due to my parent's snow-paranoia. What joy, what joy.

But what really got me annoyed was the sudden responsibility put on my shoulders about 2 hours ago, I was informed that the anime club I essentially run (being one of the two people who actually try and pull things together for this 40-man club) was going to have to end over an hour early, and everyone would have to be informed near the end of the day somehow. You'd think I could just grab the intercom and announce it, but bloody hell, that's not how this public school rolls, apparently. So I've done my best to inform all the chattier students of the club that no, you must leave early, and sorry, it's a long story, not my fault. I've even found a way to possibly get it announced on our afternoon announcements. Though the problem is essentially solved, that along with an anatomy test and needing to catch up in my U.S. history is nothing I enjoy worrying about.

However, I feel I'm ranting way too much. I don't want to make some sort of pessimistic demeanor for myself. Actually, there's something good that happened yesterday that's still swirling around in my head. Yesterday, I went to art club, because hey, I love art. I ended up talking to Cullen, a good friend of mind pretty much the whole time. It was invigorating, the feeling of letting your thoughts out honestly and clearly without feeling like a total dork and actually being understood. I only get that about once or twice a week, when Joey's around. Boy, does that make me a wreck.

I guess I'll stop right here, because I feel I'm in too low of a mood to say anything worth listening too that isn't BAWWW.
Anyways, bye bye!

First post!

So, I'm guessing this marks the starting point of my own personal blog. Not one tied to the notion of being some sort of comic artist, or some kind of t-shirt designer. Not some Facebook where honestly, privacy is dead. I'm sort of glad I'm here. There's always been things I've wanted to blog about. I really hope I continue to do so.

Anyways....let me introduce myself. My name is Chelsea, and I'm in love with things fancy and cute. I love lolita fashion, and any other Japanese fringe fashion you can think of. I like mostly nerdy stuff, anime and WoW included, and I have a weakness for manga. I love Steampunk fashion and enjoy wearing it, and sometimes I dream of a Steampunk world. I change, though, as in little time you'll find me thinking about princesses, and ponies, and other hyper girly sutff. I change quickly. Honestly, I sound like every other girl with a blog. But that's okay, I'm making this for myself. I can only hope you find my little talks and rants interesting. I'll try to update often, but it's not that easy when you've got school and a ton of other stuff under your belt. Sorry if I'm slow, folks.

I'll also go ahead and apologise if I lose you in my talks by referencing people and places you don't know. Google, my friends!

(Haha.....I'm typing this from school...)