Hello, My Name Is: Agent White Thunder.

I spent the night at my friend Omega's house last night (yes, that is her real name.) We worked on this hilarious skit for our audition for Coffee House (which is pretty much a talent show sponsered by our drama club. only its called Coffee House because there's food and obviously coffee.) We auditioned for the MCs as secret agents...she was Agent Dark Night and I was Agent White Thunder. (not to be confused with White Lighting. i'm not an alcoholic beverage! haha.) The skit we wrote is seriously amazing, however it probably wouldn't translate well if I tried to explain the hilariousness.

In honor of being White Thunder I (ironically) put a lighting bolt on my nail! (You can't exactly draw thunder, you know?)

I'm pretty proud of myself because usually I'm not too good at putting little details on my nails...

Also my outfit from Monday (showcasing the black and white star tights!) I didn't take pictures Tuesday or Wednesday because the camera's batteries are so close to dead that by the time the timer gets to ten the camera shuts off. ugh. At least it stayed on long enough to get the picture of my lighting bolt nails!

Um, next time I'll try to remember to move the vaccum! lol. Oh, and the awful looking bruise on my arm is from having and IV...not child abuse.

Shirt: Kohls, Skirt: old. (like 4th grade...it didn't used to be a high-waist skirt, but I like it as one!), Tights: Express, Belt: Mom's (althought it is quite often in my possession),

It was absolutely INSANE how many compliments I got on these tights (and the outfit) at school. I'm used to a few comments every day on something I'm wearing, but I counted literally over 20 people who told me they liked them. Including at least 3 guys. One who called them pants. That made me laugh. Especially since he was standing with some girl who probably went, "Uhm...pants?" after I walked away. Goodness...people amuse me.