So I woke up at 3, which is earlier than I predicted. We sped off to the festival, where we stood watching boats pass by on the river and listened to heavy drumming. I felt totally out of place as I wasn't wearing a Yukata (japanese costume for girls) and my hair didn't look its greatest, compared to the rest of the dolled-up Japanese girls. I was just thinking, & this is not out of jealousy, that although they put so much time into making themselves look absolutely gorgeous with a little help of hairspray, false lashes and coloured eye contacts, it makes them look rather... well, bimbotic. As they strut arm-to-arm with their bfs around the festival, I couldn't help but wonder why guys go for the fake look. Anyway, because the place was completely packed, we had to stand for, what, 4 or 5 hours and wait for the fireworks display. In the end, I don't think they were particularly outstanding or worth the time! And, maybe if they weren't so disappointing, I wouldn't have let myself think so much about him throughout it all. Not 'him', but him. Yes, i blame it on the fireworks, and perhaps the perfectly matched-up couples around, too.
-xo
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