geeks gone wild

I must start off by defending this title. I am not a judgmental bitch by any means, but there is a certain cliff where people jump off the deep end. I honestly cannot handle cliff jumpers. By geeks, i do not mean the stereotypical "nerd". Instead I am refering to the kids who wear "cloaks" and freak if they are called capes, or the kids who jingle my earrings and film me when im sleeping or hump mircophone stands and scream and shake and try to dance to their obsession of techno. Even with these descriptions, it doesnt come close to explaining who these people are. Kids who are on a Speech team, tend to be mentally unstable. Somehow, our team managed to have normal kids with normal social skills and clothing choices. I dont know why fate brought me into the speech world or any other reason than bad karma. And if this is the case, tell me what i did wrong, because this punishment is HARSH! Anyway, this speech meet was worse than others. First, and foremost was my attire. I am usually decked out in my trendly duds, but i felt I needed to tone it down and not stand out as much. (I seemed to attract more CJ's(cliff jumpers) that way) So I asked my friend if I could borrow her subtle brown peasant skirt. With that I wore a baby pink polo and big, round pearl studs. The one part I refused to change to lowkey were my Michael Antonio rhinstone, cork wedge heels. I AH-dore this shoes. They are my obsession and even if had a closet full of jimmy choos, they would still hold their title. WELL, i got to the meet (at 7!!!! we left at 5) and opened my bag and found that i forgot my shoes!!! HOW COULD I FORGET THE MOST IMPORTANT ITEM!?!? None of my friends have the same size foot as me so I went around to other members of my team and asked. Finally, some freshman had my size, however her footwear choices were far from my own. With my BROWN skirt, i was forced to wear BLACKhaneous walmart sandals. Whoever designed those shoes must have been blind and uneducated. They had hree thin jelly-like strands that rapped around the middle of my foot to my toes. The heal was a 1/2 inch fat square, like had a striking resemblance to a heel my baby sister wears. Not only were the straps juvenile, but they were cutting off the circulation to my feet as well. My foot had its own pulse. It was aweful. My friend's skirt looked too big without some amount of heel, and the contrast of dorky black straps and big brown skirt made me feel AND look frumpy and gross. At first glance, i looked like some fad drone, who tried to put something together, but failed miserably! It through me off and I did not make it as a finalist and didnt even place. Sniff sniff. So all in all it was not an AH-MAZING visit, althought none are. However for the first time I fit in with the kids around me, but this was not a group I wanted to be accepted into. PEACE