Badassery, and such.

Thrifted skirt.  Jessica Simpson boots.  Wet Seal cheap ass top.  Forever 21 and Mom's rings.  JCrew and thrifted bracelets.

Imma be straight with you - this outfit did not leave the house.  In fact, it didn't even leave my room, but perhaps one day I'd be ballsy enough to wear it somewhere.  The thing is, this outfit was inspired by a rather pointless and short conversation I had today, in which I was told by a boy that he doubted that I could properly beat him up.

Now, what you need to do right now is forget the fact that I am 5'5" and he is about 6'1".  You also must forget that my arms are pretty scrawny and useless.  What you must remember is that I happen to have a black belt (though I haven't trained in 5 years...? details!) and didn't Buffy prove to all of us that tiny blonde girls can kick some legitimate ass?

Have I gone too far passed the nerd threshold for you to take me seriously?

In any case, Kim came over and we worked at coming up with an outfit that was hot, kind of ridiculous, but I still look like I could kick your ass in it if I needed to (underwear flashing notwithstanding).  Bottom line, taking these pictures was fun, I was dancing to some good club beats.  

Endnotes: I didn't mess up my room to go with my badass vibe.  It always looks like that.

I don't buy Ed Hardy look-a-like shirts on the regular; this one is kind of fun for random nights, especially since it's all shredded up the back (none of the pictures really showed this); when I don't mind looking a little...cheap?  That's a really poor adjective.

In four days I leave for England for four months.  I'm flipping out.