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Note: These next many entries are excerpts from a really long letter I wrote to the world when I got bored.


I have realized my true reason for going to dances. I like to evoke thought change. One minute, a person thinks they know me (they establish me as t-shirt, jeans, and ponytail) but then I change. I become gothic or gorgeous, or even, shame to say, WANTED. Males who meet me while in this state find me attractive, mysterious, coy, and personable, while those who knew me prior to my metamorphosis become disoriented and scared asking me why I wear what I wear. I normally reply with something like, "It was always in my closet, you just haven't seen me in it yet," or better yet,"Why not?" Normally girls are perplexed and then awed by my clothing flip, asking where I purchased such odd attire. Some people call me a slut, but I don't think I am; my clothing is always tasteful. I never wear anything above my knees or to far below my neck. People should get over themselves. At Sadie, I was literally wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a skirt to my knees.