Double Whammy

She rolled with her own crew. Stuck to a style that suited her. She wasn't a loner, but she wasn't in a click. She was her own entity and she was happy with it, proud that she wasn't part of the "norm" of high school.

She'd often get teased for her off-kilter antics - wearing a hoodie all the time, hiding her face with her bangs, speaking as perfectly and articulate as possible.

She was was super "green." She rode her bike everywhere. She was old enough to drive, but, she figured she'd save the planet one pedal at a time. She'd bike for miles. Out of her way to reach where she wanted to go, to prove a point, that she was strong, determined, dependent on no one but herself. The lights were her own touch. She set them up to be powered by the peddles on the bike.

Ok...you know what? Fuck this photo. It totally duped the shit out of me. Take a minute and look at it for me. Like, seriously, stop, and look at it.

It's an awesome photo. It's a little past dusk - a little after magic hour in the film world (between 5 and 6 pm) when the light is just perfect for film exposure and creating soft skin tones and shadows. The neighborhood behind her looks amazing. Clean, pleasant, warm and inviting.

So whats wrong with it you ask? Well, it's sure not the lights. Since, well, they were what drew me into the photo to begin with. They look so bright. Glowing and happy.

Sucked me right in, like a moth to a flame, a mosquito to a bug zapper 2000, whatever smartass metaphor you want to use to feel smart - go ahead, come up with one better, cause I can't.

I feel like a moron. An idiot. I don't deserve to have a blog for a while.

I've been defeated.

I. Feel. Dirty.

Why?

I posted a picture on my blog, and described it, because I fell in love with it.

Whats wrong with that you ask?

That stupid girl, yeah, the one up there ^^^

has fucking uggz and leggings on.


God I need to go take a hot shower.



I'm disgusted with myself.