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My mom..she doesnt really care what I wear..you know,but my father..He is too "over-protective" of me and I hate it.
He seems that if I wear lets say a pair of shoes that have little pirate skulls on the lace..he'll flip and get me a long lecture on how Im going down the "wrong" path.
When I sometimes flip in my school and get a low grade he tells me that Im going to end up like some teenage pregant woman!
I think he just likes to lower the chance of me doing bad,but with my style?He'll never agree with me.

ever watch the movie "10 things I hate about you" well your dad is like the dad in that movie, he should watch it.

Well, my biggest problem is... I don't have money to dress Lolita. gonk Buying imports is really expensive, even more in Brazil, where the currency is much less valuable than dollar or euro. Even if it were in our currency, it'd be really expensive for me. crying
Besides that, I'm in college now, so I have to spend with books and drawing material. Not saying that this is bad *huggles newbought Art History book* heart

When I have time, I'll start sewing classes! biggrin

My mom thinks it's a little ridiculous, and she's also afraid of me getting bullied on the street... Y'know, it's quite different of the way people dress here. But that's not a big deal, because she can't say what I have or have not to wear...
But I share her concern about people on the street... I'm a very shy person, but the dress styles I like are very extravagant - oh, the drama xd

Also, I live in Rio, which is a very hot place... Lolita can't survive in 40ºC heat rofl

In a nutshell, my problem is money - donate to me now! scream

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I've decided that before I start going around in the lolita fashion, that I'd first improve my manners and learn to sew and bake. Then I'd inform my mother about what I plan to do.

I just hope she doesn't say that it's just some perverse fashion that make older men want to oggle your lace clad body.

You know what's sad? When I tried (still do when it's not too hot out) to dress EGA -- which consisted of my platform buckled cloggers (clogs with a back), striped blue knee-length socks, black pinstripe slacks, black button-up shirt and blue-striped tie (kinda matched the socks sweatdrop )--my ex-boyfriend/now just friend says I'm emo! gonk scream crying

On another sad note, my dear blue-striped socks are finally no more crying
Do you have any idea how rare it is to find knee-length striped socks in Bend, Oregon?? *burns out*

It's a plague, I tell ya! gonk

Oh dear, I have a perfect story.

I work in an outdoor mall. It's a lovely area with fountains and flower gardens, so I'm very lucky. My job allows and encourages me to wear my lolita clothing so I dress casual to true lolita every time I work.

One day I got off work at 10PM and waited outside the store to be picked up. I stood there a long time waiting. It was odd because usually I don't have to wait for more than 5 minutes. It was a nice weather day though so I didn't mind waiting a little longer. I sat down and watched the cars drive down the street, hoping the next one would be for me.

I waited for hours, till all the other stores had closed, and the employees had all gone home... The cars had stopped driving by and many of the lights had gone out. I was all alone sitting outside, still waiting to be picked up.

I don't carry a watch so I didn't know just how long I had been waiting but I decided I needed to call home, to see if my ride had fallen asleep. I checked the map to see where the public phones were (I haven't had a cell since December *pout*). I located the phones icon and trotted off to make my call. When I arrived at the location of the so called public phone, it wasn't a phone at all. Just a "call button" for assistence... But it was after hours so it was turned off. A lot of help that did.

I walked back to my store and waited a little longer. Still no one came... so I decided to start walking toward home... dispite the fact I don't know exactly how to get there. I was at the main highway when I saw someone walking to his car. I asked him if he knew what time it was and he told me it was just after midnight. I explained my situation and he offered to drive me home. I was hesitance but I figured I couldn't get home any other way. I had tried to call home on his cell but no one picked up.

Sadly I am terrible at giving directions so I wasn't much help. He stopped to ask an ambulance which was parked nearby for directions. They then took care of me and he went home. The ambulance people honestly thought I was mad. They kept asking what year it was and what country I was in and how old I was and what not. I told them I was not crazy but that just seemed to make them think I was even more so. They asked if I was on any medications and I said I was not. They called the police who them came and questioned me more. They also thought I was insane. They seemed to think I was "dangerous" and "A threat"... They patted me down and searched my purse and what not. It took an hour before I convinced them that I was really just trying to get home. They hesitantly let me in the police car, but not without turning on a video camera and aiming it at me the whole time "Just in case"... It was the worst night ever.

When I did finally arrive home I found out that my ride had fallen asleep and dreamed that he went to pick me up. So when he woke up he thought I was already home... *dies*

Moral of the story? Police and medical workers think lolitas are crazy serial killers...