Welcome to the frump fest (title written before post)

I’ve been feeling really strange about something and I thought I’d share it with people who will listen and now tell everyone at school about it. My mom told me that my teachers say I’m very popular.

I never really was noticeably popular before. I mean, I wasn’t always at the bottom, but nobody would say “that girl is popular”.And, really, that made me happy. I was the protagonist in the bad nineties movie that was my middle school experiences with being a self-proclaimed “unpopular kid”. My friends and I would hang out and play Mariocart and eat frosting and be in the drama club and it would be awesome to think that someday we would be  cool hipster college kids. I was never too hardcore about it… I wasn’t one of those girls who was so obsessed with being a loser she invented the ‘popular table’ and convinced herself girly-girls were weak and stupid.

Why was it so bad to have friends? Followers? “By this Christmas, every girl will have Doc Marten boots,” joked my mom. I didn’t know what to say. I don’t wear Docs because I want other people to. They’re not ‘my thing’, I don’t own them… and I don’t mind other people wearing them. But what kind of  a life is one where you decide what the trends are, until you are just part of a trend instead of being unique? Is it selfish to not want to share my personality completely?

Maybe I just feel like I’m different from Them. They are people, but a different species than anyone I knew in China. The girls are all nice enough (some are extra nice) except for the occasional Mean Girl. They all have to find subtle ways to draw attention to what makes them unique, because it seems illegal to shake everything up. I’m like Luna Lovegood and Stargirl all in one (sorry for the self-flattery). I feel like Igo from being the weird one to being the cool new unique one with everything I do- discover a new style to be inspired by, change schools, move houses, worship Daria more, hate Daria more, understand silent words better. If popularity is such a changing industry, it sounds like I wouldn’t last long in it. Maybe I don’t want to get involved. Maybe I’m making up excuses not to get involved because I don’t want to be sucked into being one of the girls who thinks thrift stores are for donating to alone.

Why am I being so condescending to Them? Why am I making it capital? Why is my tone in this post so superior when I don’t feel superior at all? I’m no better… just different. Yet, I don’t want to be like Them. Of course, every single one of Them is unique, but I’m more theatrical when I show everyone through fashion for example, which seems to be a horrifying idea.

I don’t even know what this post is about. I just needed to pour out a few thoughts that, in words, don’t match up at all. Can you make them work?

But before I get into this too much, I want to ask myself- am I even popular at all?

Wearing: Blazer: mom’s. I have claimed it and it shall be mine. Shirt: Salvation Army. Skirt: Random thrift store. Broach: My grandmother gave it to me when I was a little sparkle-lover. Fingerless gloves (fishnet with white lace): Made by me. Shoes: (not visible in these pictures): Doctor Martens

Sorry that this post is so dumb.

What are your thoughts about popularity? Is it good, bad, or neither?

I mean, she’s so weird, she just, you know, came up to me and started talking to me about crap!

Janis and Damian

As I was getting ready for my chess tournament today (I came in fifth!) and I realized I was the only girl competing. In both schools. So I was instantly reminded of Mean Girls, because Lindsay Lohan was the only girl on the “mathletes” in the movie, and she was surrounded by dorks. No offense, guys, but how else do I classify someone who goes to a chess tournament, finishes early and spends two hours talking about zombies? Anyway, I went through a little sort-of-goth stage this year, and so Lizzy Caplan, Janis, came to mind. She wore these dark, punk-looking clothes and a ton of eyeliner. Oh, here’s me a couple months ago wearing eyeliner! I know, it’s so embarrassing. I looked like such an “emo” wannabe.
So, back to the point, I was reminded of Janis Ian, who inspired the outfit I wore to the chess thingo. For those of you too lame to remember Mean Girls, here are some Janis pics.

In case you didn’t realize, she’s on the left in the first and last picture. Here’s what I wore today. I didn’t put on eyeliner, though, and my friends should thank me for that. It really freaked a couple of them out, as if eyeliner=suicidal or something.

Tee shirt: Gardener 10th HK. Tank: H&M Young (boys) shirt I cut up. Giant skirt-shorts: Orla Kiely. It was my mom's. Random barrettes. You couldn't see my feet so I put my shoe on the desk beside me, which were my Docs. Belt: Nordstrum.