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Fun with the Candy Bar Doll Maker |
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I was imformed of this awesome site by someone on the Pullip Parade forums, and made a bunch of "dolls" there to aid this silly writing. It is rubbish, but fun to read rubbish. Here is the URL to the site incase you want to make your own little dolls.
Before I graduated from high school I had lots and lots of hair. This is me Pre-Graduation....I cut all of my hair off in the name of charity a week after I got my diploma. As you can see I was quite the hippie. I wore huge cardigans and funky jeans. I would tell people my look was somewhere between 1993 and an eight year old boy from the sixites. Well as you can imagine a drastic hair cut made my clothes look ridiculous....who ever heard of a hippie with a pixie cut? So I needed to change my look.... |
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Okay....no. I said a new look.....not an identity crisis. Next thing you know I'll be spelling Girl "Grrrl" and listening to (barf) Emo. I hate my parents. I hate school. I hate having my picture taken. I can't sleep the penguins will rape me! SHUT UP. You all such, goth people. It's called color.....try it out.
*Deep Breath*
So I did not go goth or as these mis-informed morons like to call it...punk (which was a movement in the 1970's, not the genre that defines Green day or Fallout Boy....JUST SO YOU KNOW), I instead looked something like this.... |
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That is more accurate. I quit focusing on my hippie look, and more on my little boy look. I still chill in stylishly over-sized striped shirts now....I like to wear this stuff on the weekends. Stripes are always in style.
Well, so all was well, and as we had planned, Eric and I moved down to Iowa. Well, I needed to get a job, so I applied at the Video Game Retailer. I got the job and was explained to the joy of corporate casual. This meant I needed a new look again....fortunately I was equiped for this, with my grandpa sweaters from my 1993 phase.....let's get it on Cobain-Fisherman-Pull-over-style! |
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Okay, here I am at work. There are some corrections to the picture I should make. Number one is that I am not allowed to wear Chucks to work....I wear Docs that I bought with my grad money, anticipating I wouldn't have money to buy shoes for a long time so I needed a long lasting pair. Oh, and there are length requirements on the skirts.....it's really an ID card from my knees.....But since I'm short so that is still pretty short looking.....I'm a video game selling ho.
Well, at work I really liked my Assistant Manager, Jon. We exchanged messengers and were exchanging pictures over them one day. And I Quoth: "You hippie, you." All I had were pics from my long haired "youth." Well, obviously my hippie-ness was evident from a few headshots! This is probably what he saw..... |
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Here is Super-Saiyon Hippie Sama (tm) . Complete from the imagination of Jon (kinda), spouting such gems as "Make love, not war," and "Pass the Dutchie on the Left Hand Side." With one wave of my Liberal Heart Turning wand, I bring down the Republican reign and offer them a taste of my special brownies. Afterwards I let them play with my hair as we sing the hippie national anthem....forgetting most of the words after such an unreal lunch of hashish brownies....whilst swaying in the magical breeze of mother nature's majesty.
Except no...I was not really a hippie.....and I have never done drugs....however, Jon having served I decided it was time to put away my hippie duds for good and get a different look.....thank god I live next to a Goodwill. |
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It was awkward at first.....so I looked rather caught in the middle for awhile. It took me a bit to hit my stride and get cool clothes that I liked. Unbeknownst to my work I went through a phase of wearing about four shirts, looking super-un-color-coordinated. I relished that phase....thinking myself to look like Rivers Cuomo, except that I really just looked like I gained 20 pounds....wearing that many shirts is never good if you weigh more than 85 pounds.....which I do.
After awhile I started to add good pieces to my already huge, but growing still, wardrobe and started looking like this when I came in on my days off to take advantage of my 15% discount.... |
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Oh wait! Wrong one. You see this one has many problems with it....starting with me flashing the peace sign. I don't do this anymore. I don't fight for peace. I don't fight for anything anymore....I'm married to a Republican, which means the only fighting I do is to keep my mouth shut. So ignore that. Oh, and I don't carry a purse. Ever. Other than that, I don't need to remind you that stripes are always in style and I look great in them. And also, I am the most modest, selfless person in the word. It's really refreshing how modest I can be inspite of my awe-inspiring Awesome-ness.
Anyway, here is where I am right now in the clothes department....You can find me wearing something like this on my days off, and when I'm shopping at Target for doll clothes..... |
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Here I am in my kick-ass boyscout shirt, showcasing my awesome socks. Eric, loving his fascistic organizations, was a boy scout long ago....he earned many badges which his mother dutifully sewed onto his lovely Khaki button-up. Now it is mine and I wear it with pride. I always wanted to be a boy scout, because they got to go camping in the winter. The most taxing thing we did in Girl Scout was make "Sit-Upons," which is where you take two pieces of recycled carseat vinyl, place some carpet padding between them, and sew it shut with yarn. The purpose....and don't be shocked now.....is to have something to "Sit Upon." They were utterly pointless because it was the equivialent of sitting on the ground anyway. Girl Scouts sucked hardcore.
Anyway. This is where I'm at now. Go check out the website, it's super cute and fun. |
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