You're running around the mall. Frantic, your search for the perfect outfit is on, though not going well. Suddenly, you see it! There it is in the store window. What does it look like?
Mary Janes with a pair of torn fishnets and an asymmetrical black minidress with vampy, flowy arms and a fake vintage shirt that's supposedly from a middle school somewhere in Wisconsin. Also a mix of fierce looking jewelry, pale makeup and thick eyeliner, with your hair stick straight. A mix of the sullen goth look and avril lavigne-like punk (she might be totally lame, but you love her style). Nothing combines "I slit my writs," "take a look at my Livejournal," and "i'm anti-authority, but your parents'll like me" like this outfit you've chosen.
An all black, chic looking sophisicated ensemble. Your toned-down outfit leaves people to only notice your fabulous mind. You can't wait to quote from obscure Italian films and give your rendition of McArthur Park on the bongos. IT's so hard being an intellectual such as yourself....
A pair of sandals and corduroys with a fake vintage shirt from ther "70's Folk-Rock Tour" and a hemp necklace. Naturally you'll be wearing no socks. Hopefully Paul will be as keen on Saving the Whales and acoustic music with nonsensical lyrics.
A great chicken costume you've found at Larry Tudgeman's house. Just kidding, it's only a pair of chicken pants, you're not crazy!! Plus it'd look great with your fuzzy yellow shirt that always reminded you of a duck, and those great sandals with the sand animals on them you got in Myrtle Beach. The rest of the mall is filled with bunch of fake, "check out how original I am" stuff. At least this outfit is cool.
