Zoe’s Journal

I should really be doing my homework right about now…

However, I got stuck on MySpace. I found quite a few people that I once knew, and who I really don’t care if I know anymore. Was interesting though. The end result of that was trying to make ‘purdy’ pictures so I can show them up! I’m not a clumsy 12-year old teacher’s pet dressed in pink ruffles anymore, for Christ’s sake. I am quite proud of myself for what I have achieved in this lifetime thus far, and I can bet five dollars that most of them can not say the same yet.

When I was eleven or twelve, my mother made me an outfit. It was horrible.
1) It was home-made. Home-made = looks home-made.
2) It was pink with white hearts.
3) It had double layers of ruffles on the bottom of the shirt, and on the legs of the shorts.
Need I say more?

I think I have a picture somewhere…. *browses* …. no, I don’t. But I do have one that kind of shows the idea:

There. Now I have shown my humiliation to the masses. Enjoy.

ANYWAY.

I swore to myself that once I broke free that I would never again be laughed at or scorned for my appearance. I have kept my promise. (except for that one time when I came to work with bright pink hair…dye fluke.) While I may not be the most fashionable debutante out there by any means, I find great satisfaction in my knowledge of at least knowing that I know what goes with what and what pieces look good together. (sorry guys, didn’t mean for this to become a girl’s piece) 

Ah… that’s all. Next entry - a photo journal of how the above girl becomes the ZoeJane you know today… ’twill be fun to put together.