His name is Aaron, and he has straight blonde hair that reaches his nipples. He wears band tees--Rage Against the Machine, Nine Inch Nails, Tom Petty, Tool, A Perfect Circle, Primus, etc.--and baggy jeans. He wears the same pair of Nike's every day. Every. Day.
People like to call him a hippie. Now, there's this "Bohemian Movement" going around my little town here lately. The rich kids parade around with braids, simple cotton dresses, and moccassin boots. Aaron fits in but doesn't. He's much better at standing out.
(More on Hippies)
He's decided to cut his hair--short. Like to his neck short, but he promises me that it will still be shaggy. Yesterday he came back from a Banana Republic shopping spree. He looks both awesome and frightening.
He says it's because he's tired of his past look. He's tired of long hair and and band tees. He said he wants to project a different image. I think I like the change, but his brother says it's my fault his sense of style is "slipping."
I think he looks great! It's no one's "fault," merely Aaron's decision to change his look, ya know? Maybe I influenced him, maybe I didn't.
(More on The Look.)
Well, on a completely unrelated note, there's this school in Michigan I loooove, but I'm kinda too old to have a hope of going there. If there's anyone near Michigan who wants to go to an art boarding school, CHECK THIS OUT!!
Today's Pavilion!
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