Costa Rica is So Clique-y
Remember that one common area in high school where everyone would hang out in the morning before the first bell?
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Remember that feeling you’d get walking through that gauntlet as a Freshman? Feeling the heat of a thousand beady upper-classman eyes boring into you, mercilessly dissecting your merchandise and fashion choices?
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No matter who you were or how confident and carefree you felt before you entered that high school, you suddenly became the thin-skinned, self-conscious, shaky Chihuahua of Social Inadequacy.
Your JanSport backpack felt immediately uncool. Your Sketchers, beyond lame. Your cuffed jeans were now a crime against humanity. And your scrunchy…
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Dear God, your scrunchy.
That’s what it feels like, every single day I walk to work. Instantly, I’m transported back to that horrible moment where all eyes are on you. Watching you.
Judging you.
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I mean, they don’t even try to act polite about it.
![Cow4](http://domesticatingkate.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/cow4.jpg)
I know they’re whispering about how I wore the exact same outfit last week. And the week before that.
And the week before that.
![Cow6](http://domesticatingkate.files.wordpress.com/2010/09/cow62.jpg)
Seriously. What are you looking at, freakshow?
Comments
hee hee!
Creepy…but hilarious! Holy cows!
LMAO! Watch your back sister!
Hon, I doubt they’re judging you too hard. They’re probably looking at you and saying, “Wow, she looks so awesome. Makes me feel like such a cow. I’m tired of feeling like a heffer and eating all this rabbit food. I hate having to go along with what my friends are doing…like some kind of stupid herd. My life sucks!!”
Haha, love it Christie! Very a-“moo”-zing. :) And now, having said that corny joke, I should probably just hitch my pants up to my chest and start complaining about how the last good movie was made 40 years ago because I have officially become my grandfather.
Geez, we never would have guessed you were SO screwed up in high school. We had nothing to do with that . . . right? (Mom says the cows are all wearing the same duds every day. Does that make you feel better?)
Hooray! I’ve grown! I stopped myself from making a totally inappropriate, ex-communication type comment! Wait, does that mean I’m not a McDermott anymore?
On a more judgmental note, those cows need to stop letting their calves do their make-up. Sluts.