  I became very, very mad yesterday. It seems like the now trendy thing to do is pretend that you clothes and fashion don't matter to you, as if you are above that. Talk about retarted shit. Because the girls and guys who preach this are the ones who spend every penny on clothes from Abercrombie... the only difference is that they are "Vintage Abercrombie".
The insanely priced t-shirts are now in colors like taupe and cranberry instead of hot pink and lime green. I have tried to ignore this, I have tried to pretend that a trend-movement was not underway in my Honors English class. Meghan has been my "best" friend since we were eight, although we have nothing in common (really) anymore. Because she is the biggest trendy person I have ever met, in every sense that it is possible. The preceeding conversation took place on the bus after school yestersday: Meg: You know how I used to be really into style and fashion last year... [leaves me no time to respond, although it would have been a resounding YES] well, this year I am like, not.
Me: [With a really questioning tone of voice] Really, Meg? Meg: [Self righteously] Yes. Me: Where did you get that outfit? Meg: Shirt: Abercrombie, Pants: Abercrombie, Shoes: Nordstro- oh. Me: Yah. Affectionately... Anna 
