Damn these gender restrains...

Don't ask me why, but guys shirts just look a lot cooler and more comfortable to me than girls shirts. Sue me for not wanting everything falling out everywhere, or super skin-tight fabric. I hate how the 'new style' is ruffles and... jeez, it's just weird as Hell. And now all these 'cutsey plaid' patterns are coming out, with pinks and purples, whereas I think the guy shirts from -gosh, the 90's?- looks a lot cooler. And more comfy. Sort of the lumberjack style? Not much a fan for form-fitting shirts... well, sometimes. But half the shirts I own are either band tees (metal bands, so I'm pretty sure they're not what you'd deem 'school appropriate') Girls button up those plaid flannel shirts, I wear a black wifebeater and leave it un-buttoned.Call me crazy.Hmm... guys pants look appealing aswell. Some. Like the 'fashion kind', the worn-out jean look, jeans that look like the knees have had sand ground into them. But like 90% of the teenage female population, skinny jeans rule too. And there's a pair of rustic red skinny jeans on sale on Hot Topic's website, but they're boy-jeans...
I really want them...
They look frickin' sweet.
I just wanna buy them and take a pocketknife and rip holes in the kneecaps and hang chains from the belt loops...

Damn these sexual boundaries... maybe I don't want to wear shorts above my kneecaps, and maybe I don't want to wear skirts or dresses or knee-high socks or stockings.
Hot Topic had a lot of cool jeans... but I'm always too afraid to go into their stores. Mind you, I'm not 'normal'; I guess you could place me into my own 'slightly -scratch that- fairly sadistic' group in society. Gothic? Sure...I suppose 'going into' one of their stores would either be
a) with my mother (please... God no...)
b) with my friends (who are so 'normal' they start cringing when they hear Underoath playing on the speakers and start wimpering and begging me to leave)
c) alone (that's not going to happen...)
Screwed nevertheless.
What's worse is I tried shopping at Kohl's yesterday with my mom, and after a few minutes of going up and down the aisles, me barely giving anything a second glance and turning down everything she suggested, she said "You're not going 'emo' on my now, are you?". And she actually smiled.Look mom, you don't have the slightest clue what 'emo' is. I blast songs on the computer that have lyrics like "Released in this sodomy. For just one second I am whole." and you don't notice shit. I don't cry in corners, and I don't cut myself, and just because my hair is long and in my face doesn't mean I speak with a lisp and say "God, FUCK MY LIFE!" every twelve seconds. Let's stick to using words that we know the definition of sweetie.

One good thing coming sometime soon in the mail: ordered me some combat boots.
My father understands what I like slightly more than my mother; he laughed at the idea of me getting combat boots, but he took me shopping :)

Still, I never seem to find a good pair of jeans or a t-shirt I'm not ashamed to say I love to death...