No. 253 B

Relevations, again...

So, I realize I just attract the really awkward boys. So, i'm in class, and I realize this awkard boy, totally cool, I'm sure has girlfriend, it's one of those boy next doors who fell in love with the girl next door and has been like that since they were five type of guys, yea, so I realized, awkard in a cute way. Then I find myself watching this guy, punk wearing black and pink and it's like his signature look. I always say to myself, no man should ever wear pink unless he's built like Vin Diesel or just plain prepped up right? So this punk guy wears pink like he owns it and he's not a bad looking guy. Seriously, i'm like wow, this whole trucker hat, black tie with pink dress shirt really does wonders, plus he's got this wrist band thing from puma-pink and black. So, first off, i'm like where does one get this trucker hat, and also the sweat band, like i'm never one to do fads, especially ones of white trash, but I think I am white trash in a way. Like you know everyone has that side of them, everyone has a side of being something they don't claim to be. I mean, it's like imaging that one person has sworn of twinkies and then the next night you see the man sprawled on the floor engulfed in twinkie wrappers and that cream stuff all over him in a pasted out state. Like I love to wear my complete set of sweats, rock a bourgeoise bag and then find myself a trucker hat, a sweat band, and maybe even throw on some uggs that I refuse to tuck in-but just might so I could do that white trash thing, also something about him talking about white trash people made it so fabulous, oh yea, and with my get up i'd be going to get a pack of Bud Light. Oh that would be hilarious, it'd be like in those pictures you always see in People of celebs with no makeup going to get Starbucks, oh yea and as for makeup i'd do that whole white eyeliner thing with overglossed lips and stringy hair, oh so white trash so cal man. Love it, but of course i'd only do this in the comfort of my own home. More like i'd dress like this and walk though the hallway to get my iced coffee in the morning, then i'd be over it, i'd take it off and just watch Chinese TV. it's weird, but i've got this pattern of hotness, like it has to be pure masculinity, yet a touch of feminity in it and not the kind where the mother picks out everything and has large influence, like it has to be 90% hetero and 10% metro or something. I wonder what everyone elses ratios would be, because I don't think I could do 100% hetero and that person better not own a closet full of plaid or flannel no matter how well he wears it, and he better cut his nails well for christ sakes...speaking of gay guy who had bad nails...I was like, you obviously haven't been watching Queer eye my friend, and I think he had a higher voice then myself-maybe the intriguing and amusing part of him or homos as he interacts with heteros, not that I know this guy is gay cuz he kind of dresses a little hetero/metro, but I mean, i'd never go and ask him or anyone that he was a homo, it just wouldn't happen. I can only assume for my own amusement.

Also, is it ok to wear a black turtleneck when it's coming of Spring? I mean we all know the symbolic meaning of the black turtleneck, but no one ever specifies if you can rock it in the spring/summer, because I think in most cases it's referred to in NYC on a balmy day?!? I'm not sure, but it's still in my closet and has gotten only one wear, also, I don't even know if I want to wear that one because that was has very special meaing, the day I said goodbye to my uncle-it hasn't even been washed yet-so i'm like, should I wear it, burn it, throw it away, send it off to the sea and let it float and be free or what? Well right now, in all things consumerism America, it's in my rubbermaid bin in my closet labeled "sweaters." Like I couldn't tell which bin was sweaters if no one had labeled it for me.