Day 153: Disappointment

Jeans, green top, grey vest. Hot day, in jeans. Desperate times call for desperate measures, an my hairy lega are considered the desperate times. Tomrorrow is the final days of swim though... Wish me luck!

Day 153: Faces

Long skirt, tribal top, sandals. I do this thing where my reflex makes me make weird faces. Like when someone calls my name instead of saying "yes", I respond with a facial expression that is so ugly it might burn your eyebrows off.

Day 151: Legs

Blue maxi skirt, yellow shirt, flip flops. Swimming is almost over for the high school season. That means only one thing to me: I get to shave. I havent shaved in a month. My legs look like godzilla coming out if a long hibernation. Its pretty bad. Whenever there is an awkward silence in conversation I whip out my legs, not because it starts conversation, but because everyone then wants to leave and escape from the terrible sight. That way no one has to deal with dreadful small talk. Your welcome. Im going to miss spring swim team though. Gotcha. Ive been swimming for two hours every day in the blaring sun, so I guess Ill miss the stellar tan I seem to be getting from the constant sun exposer. One step closer to melanoma.

Day 150: Im Sick Again...

     I was sick, so I wore whatever was most comfortable.
     My counting seems really really off, I don't know if I've miscounted... I guess we will see.
     Being sick really inst fun.  I mean, sure, I stayed home from school and got to relax, but I wasnt in the mood to watch TV or movies.  So I cleaned.  Me.  C-L-E-A-N-E-D.  If you know me, I dont clean.  Not at all.  But I did... I was that bored... And as gary always says, "boredom is a choice".

Day 149: Throwback

    This throwback picture is much better than my outfit.  Your welcome.

Day 148: The Wife

     Sparkly shirt, jeans, flip flops, hippie vest.

Day 147: Me and Nellie

     Jeans, purple shirt, heart sweater, mocassins.