hcc.

as i said yesterday, i'm spending five golden weeks of my summer at hcc for 6 hours a day. if you're jealous, i commend you. you have no brain.
as much as i hate this place, i also love to hate it. i love to find people that amuse me. due to the need to be amused while sitting through four hours of physics, i have subconsciously sacrificed any social skills i've collaborated over the years. what i haven't lost, however, is the judgment of what is fashionably acceptable and what is deplorable. (by the way, how much is my vocabulary rocking today? every time i use an SAT caliber word, a baby is born. that's how often it's happening.) in just one day alone, i've been able to provide concrete evidence that people at hcc do not know how to dress. granted, i am dressed in texas nike shorts and a navy shirt, (so captain america and frat-tastic.) but this is a whole new level. you don't even know. you. just. don't.

guido hair.
pardon, the situation. your hair became socially unacceptable once the season finale of jersey shore on january 21 (works cited: google. hcc speech has taught me not to plagiarize.) ended. i'd like to pull a sue sylvester and state that i am completely and utterly serious that the mass amounts of depp in your hair distract me from learning newton's laws and static and kinetic friction. or, i can create friction by rubbing two gelled spikes together to start a fire. or just break off a spike and poke you in the eye with it. only if i get to poke mine first. i choose the latter.

man with yamaka.
since the iphone can only do so much and my stealth skills of blending in are sub-par, this is all i could get. lucky for you, i'll give a visual. jewdlebug had a yamaka on that had dollar bills all over it with some obscure pattern. dollars bills. i have a pair of toms that look like his yamaka, and now i'm second guessing whether i will ever wear them in public again.

strapless jumpsuit.
i immediately regretted taking this photo because i forgot that she could see me in the mirror taking a photo of her, which was painfully awkward. this is also where i had the run in with mi$$ bo$$. i don't know how anyone can possibly rock a strapless jumpsuit unitard made of spandex with looks of splattered paint over it and successfully pass as fashion forward. oh, and your tag is sticking out. that is the least of my concerns.

roller backpacks.
congratulations, you two. you are as cool as i was in 6th grade. which is a negative number on a scale of 1 to 10.

pigtails and polka dots.
too much for me going on for one human body. i wish i could handle that much trauma. more power to you, pippy.

harold pan.
he wears nothing wrong. harold pan eats wrong for breakfast. without any milk. he is just worthy of being in the post, for he is the new chuck norris.