A couple of weeks ago, I was forced on a plane by my parents to Las Vegas, a city where kids under the age of 21 are forced to sit, there on their ass, and wait until time passes by because they can't drink, gamble, purchase a hooker, or anything fun. Well, thanks to my sister's ability to argue, also known as nagging, she was able to nag us out of this city and into Los Angeles, a place where it's slightly better than Vegas.
Santa Monica Beach: Romwe blouse ( fyi, horribly made), gifted bag from grandma, gifted necklace from sister, j.crew pants, & aldo shoes
Melrose Ave: Thrifted everything except H&M sunglasses, Romwe tights, Aldo boots, & fjallraven backpack
And no pictures from Vegas because I hate Vegas that much... (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻