Metalia recently wrote a post about her mad dancing skillz, or lack thereof. It reminded me that in college, I used to go out dancing on occasion. This was during my "Boys Will Only Like You If You Dress Kind of Slutty" phase. I like to think all females go through such a phase. Maybe some people are able to bypass this phase and go straight to normalcy, I am not sure. Luckily, my BWOLYIYDKoS phase was short-lived and was confined to when I was "going out."
Exhibit A is a picture of my friends and I sophomore year of college, getting ready to go out to a club. (I say "a club" as though there was more than one club in the city where I went to college. There was not.)
I am the one on the left. First, please note that I am about 6 inches shorter than all my friends. Why do I always have tall friends? Second, you will see that I am a fan of the v-neck; the bigger, the better. Third, what the heck did I do to my hair? It is so poofy! Fourth, I do believe you are seeing the entire skirt in this picture. It was pretty tiny. Fifth, dressing like this did not get me a single guy, so don't bother trying this at home.
Exhibit B demonstrates that I also enjoyed dressing as a young farm girl.
Here I am wearing overalls. This is the most flattering picture of me in overalls that I could find, but unfortunately, there are multiple pictures of me wearing these overalls. I have scanned this with a scrap of paper covering my face because my glasses were embarrassingly nerdy and I can't get the photo-editing thingamajig to work anymore. At least I was not wearing shortalls. Even I had to draw the line somewhere.
Exhibit C really is not related except that it was also taken sophomore year of college.
My roommate and I had huge crushes on this guy. He was a friend of a friend, so we went to all the same parties and hung out at his apartment and such. I do have some funny stories about him, but I feel like I am invading his privacy enough by posting this picture of him in which he looks totally stoned. But in all fairness, he probably was stoned. I was quite willing to overlook that fact though, as hotness basically radiated from his pores. I have no idea why there was a traffic cone in this apartment.
Can you tell I still have writer's block? Aargh.