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♣ oz fest
Saturday, September 19, 2009 || 5:02 PM today was the oz festival. it's finally back in our town. it's been like five or so years since it's been here. every hotel is booked and the town was full of fucking people. O: i got chanel earrings. i love them. they're little studs with the "cc" symbol in diamond. god, i loved the booth i got them from. :D there were so many awesome bags and they even had ed hardy shit! i wanted an ed hardy bag and chanel bag, but they were expensive, like $60.00, which sucked, but hey, i got my earrings. i've been wanting them since last year when i saw a similar pair at the scarecrow festival. at least i think it was last year? they had little hello kitty stubs which were cute, so if we go tomorrow i'mma prolly get them too. we went over to tracy's house where my dad and doc were getting drunk. xD my mom and dad don't drink, unless it's a large party thing which only happens once a year or not even a year. he's been sober for a reallllly long time. anyway, i played bean bags (like horse shoes) for money and got TWENTY DOLLARS. it was awesome. we kept playing and i got better and soon i was on everyone's team. :D it was sweet. i got to poke fun at doc all the time so it was a nice day. i hadn't really eaten anything aside from a corndog at like five, so when sam and i got back from our second visit, i didn't feel too good. i played too more games and then we went home. i'll try to get some photos up of my earrings, but for that i need to sneak sam's camera and charge it at the same time. it's not going to be easy. ![]() Labels: chanel, oz fest, personal |
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