Going Against the School Dress Code

“You know, if I knew you only through your blog I would actually think you were a nice person”

(Jason, one of my close friends at school and his response to my blog)

So well another entry into the blog mainly to get rid of that my previous blog entry where I’m sure most people have probably just looked at the pictures and either skimmed or didn’t even bother to read the text lol. Now that I think about it I doubt anyone one would be able to take that much artistic bull shit any way so be honest tell me if you didn’t read the last entry wether it be in the comments or in person cuz I find it funny my self now that I read it, all that arty farty language. =P I’ll just attribute it to one of my many personalities, moving on.

I’m pretty sure everyone’s heard of the most horrendous looking, yet sinfully comfortable shoe ever to reach mainstream retail, crocs. Normally I wouldn’t blabber or even think of diving into the world of shoes (I’ll would leave that to Mizz Mai) but, after spending the whole week with them on at school you kinda wonder about it…

K: “you know would it really be that hard to make crocs look better? I mean it wouldn’t be that hard”

P: “I guess…”

K: “…”

P: “…”

K: “…I was just thinking that the horrible look might actually be their trademark…”

P: “Yeah so was i…”

Now the reason behind that randomness is after the Wilson’s prom trip I smashed my toe into some rocks and tore out some skin and flesh off my toes, and as a result I made my first week back even more fun. My shoes went missing cuz they were in someone else’s car so Monday morning I had to wear dad’s tiny shoes and by the end of the day the foot got swollen and I had to get it checked and get a med certificate. Cuz for the next few days I wanted to wear open foot gear and in the end realising that my sandals had disappeared 2 years ago the next best foot gear was crocs.

I wasn’t really surprised at the number of times people took a glance at my shoes and was like what the hell. I hated when people take a glance, look away, glace again and keep repeating that process often I responded with ‘What the hell are you lookin at?’ priceless were the year 9 which would stammer out ‘n-nothing!’ or just run off. =D Ah year 9s so young so timid "fufufu" I love it! *w*

Well my foot has semi recovered and I will refrain the urge to pick at it.