One day soon, I'll post something longer than three sentences. Something of actual substance, perhaps. But for now, on my brief lunch break, this short, picture-intensive post will have to do. But OH, IS IT A GOOD ONE.
What would cause me to be so confident? Oh, I don't know....maybe THIS?
That's right! It's picture time! When stressed and busy beyond reason, post pictures of yourself from 10th grade looking so disgusted with the world that you cannot possibly bear to deal with anything not involving you, your awful makeup, OR YOUR BINDI. Do you see the thing on my forehead? This was after a night out with friends, which occurred directly at the height of Gwen Stefani's Bindi Stage.
totally look fabulous and trendy wearing them! Tragically, the bindi was lost in an Unfortunate Pizza Parlor Accident (i.e., it fell off), but at least the glue and cheap plastic stained my forehead, right?
My god, don't you just want to slap that expression right off my face?
(If you don't, then you are probably currently 15 years old.)
(Go away, 15-year-olds. I'm jealous that you look so much better in skinny jeans than me.)
In truth, I believe one of the reasons I look so annoyed is that I was irked by the fact that my SUPPOSED FRIEND had the unmitigated gall to flirt with the boy I liked at said pizza parlor. Once again, my solution was poetry. This piece preceded the poem I previously posted, and well...I think you can tell. Stylistically, this is all over the place, and I'm not as inventive as I was the following year. I do, however, give myself eleventy hundred Cool Points for the fanciful phrase "cruel fall wind," as well as stopping there are scribbling over the rest of the line. Simplicity is best when pouring out your tattered heart across the page, you know?
Oh, god. I just reread it. Seriously, why was anyone friends with me then?