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PANTS PANTS PANTS

SO.

I think I mentioned this website on here a while ago and said that I was hesitant to try a pair of these pants (despite all the color options and how soft they looked) because I knew they would be too long for me.

However, since that time, it looks like they’ve added more size options. Specifically, they’ve added “petite” and “short petite” lengths, which make these pants something that I figured I’d like to try.

So I did. And they’re great!

They’re super soft and comfortable and the “petite” is a good length for me. I got few in the boot cut style, ‘cause that’s as close to a bell bottom shape as I can get and I love that shape.

So if you want some comfy colorful pants, give these a try!

The Fade: Part II

So it’s FINALLY getting warmer up here (sort of), which means it’s time to start transitioning into “summer walking pants” as opposed to my thicker “winter walking pants.”

I put on the summer ones for the first time a few days ago, and wow…I forgot how faded they’d gotten last summer.

Yes, that’s fade. The top part of the pants are their original color–that portion is always covered by my shirt. The rest? Faded as hell.

Serious fashion.

 

Leg Socks

So I have like four pairs of pants that I wear regularly.

NOT ANYMORE!

Awesome eBay pants!

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(Sorry, I don’t have anything else to post today. I’m super busy studying for finals.)

Personal essay! Sleep! Frantic run to WalMart! All this and more inside!

Okay, I have several serious, important questions.

Question the First
Since when are people who wear size 4 pants seven feet tall?
I swear, I went to WalMart today because I needed a pair of black pants for work tomorrow (my sparkles wouldn’t suffice). I get in there and there are basically two choices of black pants: capris and more capris. So I wander around for about five minutes before finding a few pairs on a rack marked 50% off. And what sizes are there? There are fours and there are eighteens. Not optimistic about fitting into either (pants and I have long warred over my butt region), I bring them into the changing room.
To make a long story short, neither fit. Or I guess I should say, neither fit very well. The eighteens were way too big all around, and the fours fit except for the butt and except for the fact that they were about seven inches too long. What is up with that?! Now I have to hem them. Friggin’ tall people.

Question the Second
Why am I having so much trouble writing a personal essay?
I’m all about personal essay stuff. I can ramble on about myself for reams and reams. I just can’t write this one simple paper. It’s basically open-ended; we’re supposed to write 4-5 pages on a significant experience in our lives that changed the way we view life/love/friendship/nature.
I can’t write it, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because of the length. I have trouble writing short. Blah.

Question the Third (which is not a question but a statement but will still be called a question because if I break the format it’ll look dumb)
Sleeping schedule change! I’m going to be switching stuff up for the rest of the summer in terms of when I’ll be home/awake. Staying up later, waking up later. At least now I’ll be up for Chicago Hope. Holy crap, I love that show.

Waiter! There’s a hippo in my Taco Grande!

Today I shall give you the top 10 reasons why pants can SUCK IT!

10. Those stupid low-rise jeans.
They suck. Who wants to see all that blubber? Not me. America’s fat. America shouldn’t be wearing those types of pants.

9. Jeans in general.
They suck. Who wants to wear thick, uncomfortable, unstretchable fabric? Not me.

8. Inseams.
What the hell is an inseam, anyway? Who the crap came up with that? Probably some pervert who wanted to run a tape measure up a grown man’s leg. “Pardon me, sir, I’m just getting your inseam measurement” *fondle fondle*.

7. The “petite” label.
Friggin’ hate this. Especially since they’re too long for me in the end anyway. I’m boycotting.  Plus I’m not “petite”. I’m manly. They should have a “manly” pants label.

6. “Dress pants.”
Another stupid term. When I was younger (5) I used to hear this term and think, “hooray! I get to wear a dress!” Then they sprung pants on me. I was emotionally crushed on multiple occasions. Do not confuse the young and ignorant. Do not use the term “dress pants”.

5. Too many lack Velcro up the sides.
Ever seen “The Full Monty”? Wasn’t that cool when they just ripped those pants off? Holy crap, I want to watch that movie. Best British film ever. Where was I? Oh yeah. Stay out of my underwear drawer.

4. The pockets, the pockets!
What’s up with this? Who uses their pants as a storage unit?? I love how these people walk around with virtual U-Haul storage space on their legs. “You need some candy? Check the knee pocket. Breath mints? Check the left butt. Stop touching my crotch, pervert! Oh, you were just reaching for the remote control. My mistake.”

3. “Juicy.”
WTF. If I never see this one again, I shall die a happy…whatever I am. I hate how people (girls specifically, but it’s more disturbing when guys do it) wear pants with words scrawled across the butt. “Juicy”. “Omega Phi”. “Open Here”. It’s pointless. You want us to ogle your butt? Take your pants off. It’s easier and probably less expensive.

2. They’re confining.
Everyone has dealt with confining pants, and I don’t just mean if they’re a size or two too small. Pants are like mittens (and not in the sense that you’re supposed to have your hands in them). Mittens are confining to your fingers and don’t allow you to grip things properly (get your minds out of the gutter, people!). It’s like two thumbholes. Very uncool. Plus, it’s tough to truly show off your butt in pants, unless you’re wearing a case of #3 above.

1. They make noise.
Ever notice this? You’re walking down a quiet hallway or street and you hear this “swish, swish, swish” (or in the case of those stupid “loud” pants, “SCRIICK! SCRIICK! SCRIICK!”). No matter what fabric the pants are made of, they do this. Drives me crazy.

 

There. The top 10 reasons why pants can SUCK IT! I apologize for this blog. Chips Ahoy are no longer allowed.