Fashion is a form of ugliness so unbearable that it must be altered every 6 months

--Oscar Wilde

In a land with such freedom of choice, I am glad that I have enough sense not to let myself look as hideous as some of those that can be found clotting the thoroughfares of Stonebriar mall. It was only today (well, yesterday by now) that I saw a woman in a bright purple tank-top (and trust me, the last thing this woman needed was a tank-top) with a metallic dinosaur on it paired with black capris and brown cowboy boots. This is only one of many: people wearing gargantuant fanny packs or denim shirts...with jeans...........matching jeans.................worn at the natural waist.......................................tucked in....................................with a leather, silver-star-spangled belt; people with hair that looks like it was the product of an overdose on heroin chic. Not that there is anything inherently wrong with wearing unflattering things, but the fact that you're doing it in public...


Changing the subject: Why is it that the one thing you want people to know is the thing you always have to keep a secret, either because of friends or personal reasons? All the effort you put into thinking about whether you should come out and say something overshadows the actual issue.


Just in case you hadn't heard.....I'm applying to UT, USC, Carnegie Mellon, U Penn, and Harvard. I have a strange feeling that nobody is going to want me, and it kinda frightens me. I realize that I'm automatically accepted to UT, and that most people get in somewhere, I just feel like I'm not enough of a star for some places. Either way, I'm ready for high school to end.