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peculiarincantation replied to your post: If I go to prom next year, I want to make photos…
Laura will you go to senior prom with me next year? I will gladly partake in each of these poses. Also, may I suggest a Tobias Fünke pose?
Yes. And yes. I’m going full on Mrs. Featherbottom. None of those new-age fashions that are so popular in the colonies for me!
If I go to prom next year, I want to make photos slightly more interesting, so instead of smiling fakely on every shot I will do the following poses:
1. The natural laugh
2. The unnatural laugh
3. The vogue arms (to frame the face)
4. Mowing the lawn
5. The thinker
6. Repulsed/queasy
7. Shocked
8. Very,very sad and/or crying (using some eye drops may or may not be necessary)
9. Very sleepy and/or sleeping
10. ANGRY and/or zombie
11. In mid conversation with self
12. Fake basketball dribbling
13. The monocle (I feel like this is the most classy pose, to send to parents and whatnot)
14. Spider face (either use hands as spiders, or image the face you would make if you had thousands of tiny spiders crawling on it)
15. Winking
16. Opening my mouth as wide as I can (I will send this one to the dentist)
17. The Disney jump
18. Pretending to husk corn (to combat the materialism of prom)
19. Traditional Tyra smizing (If this can’t be accomplished, just opening eyes really wide)
20. Being a feral cat (TOWN PRIDE)
Everyone will want to take pictures with me then. SUCCESS!
Noozles was best thing ever. I had no idea what was going on ever (and really I had absolutely no idea. Like there was something weird with the girl’s dad, and I guess the koalas aren’t called noozles, but that’s what the thing when they rub their noses together is called, and there was something about magical makeup compacts and her friends were all jerks,and the koalas had some weird power to morph trees or something for some reason, and I’m pretty sure they went to heaven or the afterworld once). But nevertheless, I seemed to go crazy for those darn magical koalas.
Noozles was best thing ever. I had no idea what was going on ever (and really I had absolutely no idea. Like there was something weird with the girl’s dad, and I guess the koalas aren’t called noozles, but that’s what the thing when they rub their noses together is called, and there was something about magical makeup compacts and her friends were all jerks,and the koalas had some weird power to morph trees or something for some reason, and I’m pretty sure they went to heaven or the afterworld once). But nevertheless, I seemed to go crazy for those darn magical koalas.
My mom and I just had a discussion about how I want to become a vegetarian. She agreed to it, as long as I would eat enough protein; then went downstairs for a while. She just came back into my room with a plate of bacon. That’s all. A plate with only 5 pieces of bacon on it.
In my textbook there is a graph of “hazards” and the average days of life lost associated with them. Here are some highlights: 1. Grade school dropout - 900 days lost 2. Orphaned as a child - 500 days lost 3. Riding bicycles - 5 days lost 4. peanut butter - 2.5 days lost 5. milk - 2.5 days lost 6. broiled steak - 1.5 days lost
SoKo is honest about her relationships. Really puts things into perspective; I mean it is hard to live up to the drummer of the Flaming Lips, Mac computers, and peanut butter.
SoKo is honest about her relationships. Really puts things into perspective; I mean it is hard to live up to the drummer of the Flaming Lips, Mac computers, and peanut butter.
Okay, me, be creative. Now! Go write something substantial! Go make an art project representative of an author’s style! No. Don’t go on Youtube. What are you doing? You don’t need to see that new movie trailer. Stop it.
