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eternal style icons: winnie cooper and cheerleaders
a million and a half years ago, i was a cheerleader. i'd played softball, basketball, soccer (for one year), track, flag football, gymnastics, jazz, ballet and volleyball by the time i decided to try out. i wasn't a natural athlete but i had this belief that i should do as many sports as possible (it may have had something to do with the midwest).
i hated high school. hated, hated, hated high school.
and, i was a cheerleader!
i was such a double agent. not in the sense that i actually reported to other people how it was being a cheerleader--my closest friends at the time actually found it mortifying and embarrassing that i was a cheerleader. i just felt like such an idiot all the time.
the reason i bring this all up, actually, is this.
when i was in high school, nothing was in fashion. i think it was the ending of the second coming of bell-bottoms and the beginning of a punk-as-mainstream movement. i either got clothes from the goodwill or the village or value city and ugly clothes, at that, and i did wear a school-girl outfit just because i liked how it looked. but, i loved my cheerleading uniform. actually, i loved it for one year, because for one year we had the pleated skirts with stark contrast trim at the bottom and i loved how truly american high school they looked (even though i hated high school). then the following year our skirts got tighter (no pleats) and shorter. i felt like the only one (besides heather, perhaps) who didn't want lots of things hanging out.
i would love to wear typical american high school looks. i wished we would've had uniforms at my school because it's such a classic look.
so now i'm remembering my fashion icons...
i hated high school. hated, hated, hated high school.
and, i was a cheerleader!
i was such a double agent. not in the sense that i actually reported to other people how it was being a cheerleader--my closest friends at the time actually found it mortifying and embarrassing that i was a cheerleader. i just felt like such an idiot all the time.
the reason i bring this all up, actually, is this.
when i was in high school, nothing was in fashion. i think it was the ending of the second coming of bell-bottoms and the beginning of a punk-as-mainstream movement. i either got clothes from the goodwill or the village or value city and ugly clothes, at that, and i did wear a school-girl outfit just because i liked how it looked. but, i loved my cheerleading uniform. actually, i loved it for one year, because for one year we had the pleated skirts with stark contrast trim at the bottom and i loved how truly american high school they looked (even though i hated high school). then the following year our skirts got tighter (no pleats) and shorter. i felt like the only one (besides heather, perhaps) who didn't want lots of things hanging out.
i would love to wear typical american high school looks. i wished we would've had uniforms at my school because it's such a classic look.
so now i'm remembering my fashion icons...
Nov 5, 2011
you're an animal, sheldon.
when i was little and sick, my mom would stay home with me and we'd watch movies. to her, being sick meant a lot of time sleeping and doing nothing--so you might as well have fun. therefore, she always picked comedies ("mr. mom," "big," "when harry met sally"). what is it about meg ryan and billy crystal that live on so well in this movie?
nothing to see here
i should already go ahead and apologize for this post, since it's bound to be filled with non-sequiturs.
i'm sick, isn't that exciting! i even called off work yesterday. calling off work is always this huge pros and cons list and usually the long-term cons greatly outweigh the short-term pros. however, even after staying in bed all day and only surfacing to play a rousing game of "mensch ärgere dich nicht" (or "sorry," as americans would know it), i feel awful today.
on wednesday night, we watched "midnight in paris" with dan. we saw it at the theater at elbe park. i've only been to elbe park (a huge shopping center) a couple times and i've always had a lot of anti-fun. on an unrelated note, i always see a lot of pink hair at elbe park.
i loved this movie for the laughs but i feel i liked it more than i "should" have. at one point bastian leaned to me and said, "so hemingway was a frat boy?"
sorry. like i said, no excitement.
i'm sick, isn't that exciting! i even called off work yesterday. calling off work is always this huge pros and cons list and usually the long-term cons greatly outweigh the short-term pros. however, even after staying in bed all day and only surfacing to play a rousing game of "mensch ärgere dich nicht" (or "sorry," as americans would know it), i feel awful today.
on wednesday night, we watched "midnight in paris" with dan. we saw it at the theater at elbe park. i've only been to elbe park (a huge shopping center) a couple times and i've always had a lot of anti-fun. on an unrelated note, i always see a lot of pink hair at elbe park.
i loved this movie for the laughs but i feel i liked it more than i "should" have. at one point bastian leaned to me and said, "so hemingway was a frat boy?"
sorry. like i said, no excitement.
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