it's october. and that means halloween, quite possibly the best holiday of the year. you get to dress up and get free candy. how can you not just love the fuck out of that?
it also occured to me that 90% of you didn't know me during my "goth phase".
so in the spirit of halloween, i give you me in pseudo goth garb:
first off, my bathroom is goth as fuck. :P rubber duckies and blue and green polkadots are good for conjuring the dark lord, or whatever.
there's the dress. it's a black velvet mini dress with huge ass sleeves with a black vinyl pseudo waist cincher over it.
if your monitor is better than mine, here you see the dress without the waist cincher over it.
random "deer in the headlights" face shot.
and onto my favorite part, the boots!
i needed some fishnets to finish off the look, but i didn't feel like digging them out. so just imagine fishnets.
mmm... 4 inch heels...
it's cute! i had to throw it in there.
I had a hard high school life. I felt alienated from all the kids, I felt unwanted, unloved, and a bunch of other words with the prefix 'un'.
I tried hiding my sadness from the other kids by dressing just like them, ("Guess" jeans and a Nike T shirt or something) However when I got home, I immediately changed into an outfit that revealed my true feelings, my feelings of pain and sadness beyond mere high school angst. I roamed the streets at night, embracing the night and trying to drink the blood of the innocent. (That 'drink the blood of the innocent' part didn't really work out because the only living thing out at night was a stray cat or two and they're too cute to kill.) Anyway, one night I made a decision: It was time to stop hiding, time to reveal the REAL ME to my classmates. My true identity could be hidden no longer!
The minute I stepped onto school grounds I heard the muffled laughs. No one looked like me, no one had seen anything like it. I was ahead of my time, I thought to myself. I could hear an element of fear in their laughter, they knew I had power, the power of darkness within!
As I sat in my seat, I felt free.
"Well, Mr. Piirtola, aren't we looking fancy today." said my Algebra teacher.
"Isn't it a little early for that get up?" snorted the head quaterback, Jonny Alford. His girlfriend Jenny snickered and whispered "he's so WEIRRRRD!"
Everyone laughed. The laughter grew louder and louder. I had to put a stop to this.
"STOP!" I yelled. "DON'T YOU SEE THAT THIS IS THE REAL ME??? THIS IS HOW I EXPRESS MYSELF! CAN'T YOU SEE THAT! I'M NOT LIKE YOU! I HAVE PAIN INSIDE THAT YOU CAN'T IMAGINE!"
"So, like, does being in pain mean you have to dress like a fag?" someone in the back of the class shot back.
I walked to the front of the class and knocked the overhead projector on the floor "I AM GOTH AND YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!" I grabbed my basket and stormed out.
Someone from the school newspaper took a photo of me before I walked out. They showed it to me a few weeks later and I realized how stupid I looked. My goth phase was short lived but I defiantly learned something about self expression and myself.