Grease is not the word.

I went to our highschool production of Grease today and it was horrible. We have a new drama director and he can't direct (or teach Shakespeare.). Okay, okay, some of the kids were good, but the music was pretty much too loud so you couldn't really hear them. Thanks goodness the tickets were free, right? I won them in a contest where you were supposed to wear 5o's clothes, like this:

Of course there were a ton of people that didn't do it but I did and slept in rollers, I don't think it was worth it. But on the other hand I am very competitive and winning them was awesome.

I still don't like 50's fashion though, very painful. I much prefer the 20's, short hair and skirts! Rebel my sisters against typical male images of beauty but still look wonderfully elegant!

Ciao for now,

Fenia

Viva Revolution!

I have come to a decision, this blog isn't just about writing anymore, now it's about things like this:

 

Or maybe this:

Or something I would post on when I'm really bored, not sure, I have been inspired by my best friend Sunny (she's just that awesome.)

Ciao, Fenia