My Day as a Prep
      by Brenna


        Thursday, January 8, 2004 - 12:30 AM

   As I have probably mentioned before, Jay likes to make fun of me for wearing black somewhat frequently. I, on the other hand, think he dresses like a prep, and have informed him of such, usually with vast quantities of mocking and sarcasm. So one boring day at dinner, we decided that it would be fun to swap stereotypes. We decided that Jay would dress 'goth' and I would dress 'prep'. My outfit was a pair of blue jeans, the one pair that I own, and a girly pink shirt that had the word 'Diva' written across it in a darker, sparkly pink along with some other conceited phrase. To put it in my typical fashion view, just seeing someone else wearing that shirt would be more than enough to make me vomit, and actually having to wear it myself was almost unbearable. It would have been completely unbearable if Jay, getting the far better end of the deal in my opinion, wasn’t wearing black pants, a black shirt, silver jewelry, mostly provided by myself, my standard makeup, and he had to spike his hair. Well, I spiked his hair and put the make up on him, but who's keeping track. Yes I had to tolerate wearing pink, but I got to put makeup on Jay so it all evened out. Sort of. And Jay did get rather attached to a necklace that I lent him, so now I doubt that I will ever see that necklace again.

 The people in my 8am class noticed the departure from my usual clothes right away, and they were kindly concerned for my health until I explained the joke. I still felt a little awkward without my usual black clothing. It was easier to deal with when I met up with Jay, at least that way the people who knew us would understand the joke. So we wound up in Caddo together, and he was immediately greeted with someone who though that he had a black eye. Well, the concerned young man thought that until Jay turned to face him completely, then he sort of stammered something a left rather quickly. I found that highly amusing. Of the reactions from the people who knew us, some were pretty funny and others were less so. One of the sweetest young ladies that I knew said that Jay looked like a dirty fag, which was pretty funny to hear coming from her but also rather disappointing because I though he looked rather pretty in all of his makeup. But I had to accept the fact that not as many people liked Jay’s make-up as much as I did, unfortunately, because I though he was rather pretty in it. I also learned that Jay does not like being called pretty, for some odd reason. Which is why I tried to say it as many times as I could in this paragraph.

 So, all in all, my day as a prep was none too bad. Except for wearing pink. And wearing girly makeup. And the strange stares from the people who knew me. And having to act all giggly and smiley. And having one person tell me that I actually looked good in pink. Actually, that day would have royally sucked if I hadn’t have gotten to dress up Jay like he was my little doll. I would swear to never wear pink again, but considering and circumstance beyond my control that is sadly not possible. However, I can swear to never wear that much pink again, and trust me, I will never wear pink if I can help it. And now, I have a few other people who would like to try to try the style trade prank, but why would I want to? I mean, who can top the switch of personalities between Jay and I? Not very many, I imagine.

 
Brenna,   any color you like as long as it’s black

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