Wednesday, May 14, 2003 pants
So far, in the time since I've been officially done with classes, books, teachers' dirty looks, and so on I've pretty much done fuck-all. There was the dog and baby trip, but other than that I've been doing things like sleeping and reading and watching T.V. Cowabunga, Surf Girls. I hate you all.
Mainly, though, I've been trying to make sure that I look my best for graduation. Generally, I don't do things like comb my hair, much less select the most flattering shade of toenail polish. I'm often spattered in mud or food.
Now, though, I've started the kind of vigorous and half-assed self improvement campaign that I used to embark on as a child. "OK, I have to lose ten pounds and also get breasts before I go to summer camp next week." Summer camp ruled my life, because it was one of my only chances to interact with other kids my age. *ahem* Mom and Dad, I'm looking at you. I'm looking at you judgmentally.
Anyway, now that I'm around my peers, and kind of horrified by them, on at least a weekly basis, I haven't had an occasion to go all out on vanity for a while. But hoo doggies, am I going to be hot for graduation.
I bought tooth whitener. I've been faithfully painting my mouth with it for a week and a hlaf now, and I swear that terra-cotta sheen has faded to a gentle saffron.
My main dillemma now is what to wear. I was at a certain over-priced mall the other day, where the eight year olds have way better shoes than I do, and I saw The World's Prettiest Pants . They are light blue, with palm trees and vaguely islamic-looking stars embroidered over them, and while that may sound hideous, they have to be seen to be believed. I'm in a bind, though, because while their "dry-clean only" tag may provide my mother a tirade so convenient that she won't notice my plan to live in my car, it's pretty foolish to buy expensive pants when one plans to live in my car. Still, I feel like these pants have power. Maybe a famous Hollywood producer will see me, or better yet, Ms. Linda Hamilton (who is going to be my class's commencement speaker for some reason), and I will be discovered.
So really, what is my dillemma, after all? Pants like this sell themselves, no?
Well, I'm just not sure if they'll clash with my gown.
posted by Frenz | 5/14/2003 05:46:00 PM
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