TeddyGrams

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Bad Habits, Bad Economy, and a Bad Hairday. September 28, 2009

Filed under: life — teddygrams @ 10:38 pm
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The only things that I do for fun on a regular basis is watch TV and sleep. Everything else is work or school or more work.

Tell me, what is the point of working if you have no time to do something with the money? Oh that’s right, with the way the tuitions are rising for college the existence of a teenage disposable income is past. So there is no need for me to worry about that money sitting in my bank account and getting stale. It will all be drained in due time. Where is that college tuition help Obama promised? Has he gotten around to that or did Cash for Clunkers eat up all that money? The problems our economy is facing are nothing to complain about compared to the problems of the governments debt. We are just going to have to give up California to China or something with the rate we are borrowing money.

I really shouldn’t worry about that just yet. I want to spend the last couple years before I am legally allowed to vote or in other words before I am forced to take sides. I need a haircut. Not just a trim since I’m growing it out, but a “Hey that’s a big change!” haircut. But I’m way to nervous to do it. Everyone with long hair who cuts it always complain about how they miss their hair. Well instead of longing for it to grow back I am going to continue to grow it out. Untill, (fill in the blank with some random excuse).

Bad Habit of the day has to me boys. I have made some friends this year, gotten closer to old friends. But I don’t want to have to make the decision between old and new friends. So instead of sitting down and thinking about it, I’m doing what I do best and avoiding it. I still stand by my original feelings that relationships are stupid in high school.

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The meaning of “scandalous” has changed. September 24, 2009

Filed under: family,issues,school — teddygrams @ 11:03 pm
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It was “Decade Day” at school. I wore a long poodle skirt from the 50s and makeup that took to long to put on. When I got to class I noticed my teacher had a poodle skirt on as well, but hers only came to just below her knees, this would have been scandalous at the time.

Nowadays, there is almost nothing when it comes to clothing that is scandalous. We have seen it all, or in in some cases haven’t seen clothing at all. It interesting how little one can wear in public, but nudism is still shunned. I understand the message of nudism, but personally I would never be comfortable enough to do it. I was thinking about this as I was changing from my fifties outfit into something more acceptable for my job at a cafe. I shimmed out of that long shielding skirt and back into the acceptable shorts of today and a T-shirt.

When I got home this became an issue. My father who is very traditional asked about why I would wear something so casual to work, even if I’m just cleaning and taking orders. He said that no one dressed as ridiculous as me. This is coming from a father who asked why I did not dress in 50s clothing everyday. I took this opportunity to open his eyes to how many of his clothing restrictions that I have followed in the past and still do. I have been careful about skirt lengths my whole life, made sure necklines weren’t too low, and struggled to find tank tops that weer acceptable.  He really didn’t understand what short shorts were. This have gotten to the point were one may have to question weather something is inner wear or outerwear and he is concerned with my modest running shorts.

This brings me to another thing that I noticed today. My entire family tends to point out that my clothing is inappropriate when it is just regular stuff. As soon as I put on a traditional eastern outfit, the only thing that I can possibly be reprimanded about is wearing the wrong color. People always say to pick and chose your battles, but sometime things are just go hand in hand. If I am allowed to wear a top that exposes half of my stomach, then why not a tank top that only exposes the shoulders? Before today I had just accepted this fact and laughed about it many times. But today, after that little argument, it stayed at the back of my mind bothering me.

To my father, anything that makes me look my age is scandalous. To my grandparents, anything causal is scandalous. To me, anything that could be mistaken for underwear is scandalous. To the world? The only type of scandals left related to clothing are wardrobe malfunctions or lack of clothing altogether.