the look! the eye! the horror!

no one has commented on my strange and wonderful shorts. i'm wearing them in honor of the 90 degree + humid! weather, and because i thought them an appropriate bauble to the theory babble i'm spending the day reading.

well, even if no one else find their red abruptness and unnecessary zippers exciting, i do. and even if i begin to grow paranoid that people are glancing at me (there's no gaze anymore, sez hanson, only glance) and thinking "celluloid" instead of "punk," i refuse to change. college is a time for emotional AND wardrobe growth. maybe i'll say fuckyou again, since last time it generated such an adorable/indignant response.