I wasn't paid to do it, per se, but it was still strange
my friend missed a stage-makeup test in his acting class, and he bribed me with the promise of lunch to let him do stage makeup on me.

how bad it could be? i thought.

he had to make me look like an old lady, complete with wrinkles and grey hair.
the only foundation(?) he had was orange.

the icing on the proverbial cake was being paraded around the school while he looked for his drama teacher.

i was met with many stares and several "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO YOURSELF"s.



but i got a burrito out of it.




i was also persuaded to join my school's "spirit squad" when i was 14 (what can i say...i like to help people). i worked in the school office at the time, and one of the secretaries was in charge of it. she gave me the "we'll have to cancel as we have too few members" sob story, and i gave in.

she promised me it wasn't cheerleading, but when i came to the first meeting it was quite obviously clear that it was. i told her there was no way i would ever cheer so she said "fine. you're the mascot."

you'd think i'd be rememebered at that school for my excellent grades, or when i won outstanding acheivement in choir.

but no...
i'm the fucking ex-school-mascot.






at least i still have my dignity.
(sponch!, Sat 2 Oct 2004, 20:29, Reply)