It's the 23rd of September today. We started school on the second of September , which is early for us. Unfortunately it's spirit week and today was 'fashion disaster day' which I think is pretty self explanatory, Yesterday was plaid vs. stripes , and the day before was twin day basically dressing in the same exact thing as someone else. Friday is homecoming , today is the junior senior foot ball game and a bunch of shit is happening that people don't really care about.
Since it was fashion disaster day I wore knee high socks over my skinny jeans, a green shirt, a red jacket, and a knitted blue scarf. As you would have guessed not many actually partook in this stupid day , but I decided I'd go all out this year and participate for extra credit from my English teacher. Unfortunately it WAS fashion disaster day but little me couldn't tell is people were actually doing it and having fun or they were serious in what the had chosen to wear that morning. FUCKING BULLSHIT . ITS NOT LIKE IM SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT A DUDE WITH A WHITE HOODIE , WHITE PANTS, WHITE SNEAKERS , AND FUCKING RAINBOW SOCKS WAS ACTUALLY SERIOUS. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! He decided to wear the exact thing that would be expected AKA something stupid.
Also in my theater class a dude was wearing fucking high lighter yellow/green whatever you want to call it shirt, he same color socks, the same color shoes, and black pants with the highlighter color down the sides. How am I supposed to know?! Who is supposed to figure out what the hell your doing worth your life.
I could list so many other people that are just too stupid to distinguish whether or not they have a sense of humor or actually felt they looked good today, BUT I feel like if I did most of the names of all of the people in the school would be in here. Like a Spanish teacher with that hideous green dress who dresses like a slut everyday but no one says anything about it.
Oh well . It's my 10th grade year and nothing really special is going to happen other than having 12th period open on b days.
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Teen Fictionwell climb aboard onto the roller coaster that is life and lets explore the inner tracks of my brain and try to find that one place that wont stop playing that song. thank you for your time.
