i, andrai

drai.
nineteen.
fashionist.
It's good to be me. . especially on a pay day.
basically me...
burt's bees lip balm.
crew cut.
stubble-esque facial hair.
cotton tee.
nudie jeans.
chippewa boots.
alex & chloe necklace.
layer whether it's hot or cold [i'm complex and my wardrobe needs to reflect it]
So yeah i'm 19,when i first turned nineteen i always felt like the oldest person in a room, but that was just lingering eighteen year old idiocy. Right now, as i'm typing this, right now, as you read it, you know, live, i'm feeling pretty awesome. I read a lot because i retain more information when self taught. I want to be a fashion editor and stylist which basically means working at a magazine and being wonderful. I'll probably judge you if you wear fake designer duds... no i definitely will. It's wrong, it funds bad things, and there are plenty of great bags at major retailors. I cant afford every designer piece i want either, so save and make due or do without. I have a love/hate relationship with my local pharmacy. They got me hooked on red and green jubejubes at christmas and now i'd have to pick them out of the multicoloured pack. but they supply me with Burt's bees lip balm so theyre lucky. very lucky. i'm nothing if not vengeful... and great smelling. I drink Fiji water by the gallon because i genuinely believe it tastes better. I was recently told that i'd be alone for a very long time if i didnt stop being so intimidating, but i'm not, i'm just fairly well spoken and i dress well, and im not gonna dumb myself down or dress in rags for "love". so yea, i'm not intimidating, and if u agree with them in saying that i am i'll probably push u at recess. in the sandbox. and it'll scar u for life. i