But who’s Perfect?

August 21st, 2002 with 130 views

My mom and I switched SIM cards because hers has more free SMS and more call time which she barely uses. Aside from shaving my legs, I also need to do the tedious task of transferring numbers and informing everyone about my new number tonight. It’ll be kind of a hassle if my friends all text my mom by mistake. Bah, cellphones. Sometimes I wish they weren’t invented.

I really wish it would rain tomorrow because in lieu of the celebration of our school’s patron saint, we’re going to have a procession around a certain area known for its fancy mall. I don’t mind walking much, but we have to be in our white gala uniform and even worse, seniors are required to wear heels with it. Mine is three inches tall with a one inch platform and it’s suede, not leather. Certainly not meant for outdoor walking. Aside from the fact that my feet will probably be in pretty bad shape by the time we get back to school, it’s hot, I’ll probably die of hunger and thirst, and we’ll all look kind of ridiculous parading around in white like sacrificial virgins. *grumble, grumble* I keep having all these “what if” thoughts whenever I think of what I will have to go through tomorrow. What if my beloved shoes get destroyed? What if I trip and fall and get my uniform dirty? What if I faint from hunger? What if I get a horrible sunburn? What if I get darker than I already am?

If it rains, the procession will still push through as planned but at least we’ll be riding in school buses. The sacrifice we have to pay for our one week of slacking off! Oh well. I think I can handle about an hour on my heels.

I hate my legs. They’re dark and ugly, but they look a whole lot nicer when the hair gets removed. Still, I prefer that they stay hidden from view, which is pretty much the reason why I don’t wear skirts. Unfortunately, my school’s gala uniform only reaches up to our knees, which is why I need to shave my legs. Aside from the fact that my legs are dark, my thighs are also flabby. That’s why I stay away from flared jazz pants that everyone in my school wears. They’re really tight around the thigh area–I’d hate to imagine what I’d look like in one of those. There’s this junior in my school who has long, unblemished, really sexy-looking legs with not a single ounce of fat in them. She’s quite tall too. I think if I had legs like her I would be almost perfect.

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4 Responses to “But who’s Perfect?”

blah on August 22, 2002 09:47 am
Could this journal get any more shallow?

“I think if I had legs like her I would be almost perfect.”
tisha on August 22, 2002 10:11 am
I’m shallow too and always think “if only i had her body…if only i had her face..”
Eliza on August 22, 2002 11:08 am
But… but if I had abs, I would be almost perfect too!
Sitting Duck C:} on August 23, 2002 06:25 am
Lauryn: I think if I sent you a picture of my pale unshapely legs, you’d feel a whole lot better about yours! You might feel a little queasy, but you’d feel better when you looked at your own legs, apparently with a nice built-in tan! You’ve always looked _at_least_ a shade lighter than perfection in the pictures I’ve seen of you, though.

blah: Do shots get any cheaper than that? Don’t you have a heart?

tisha: I know what you mean. Being a hetero male, I’ve thought the same exact thing! ;o) Wish I had a little more courage!

Eliza: …And “if I only had a brain” too, we might all be perfect. *sigh*

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m off to see the wizard!

Somewhere under the arches, burgers fry
Birds fry under the arches,
after they’ve up and died

*sigh*