'Euro Style'

For the past couple weeks I’ve been keenly observing the Euro style of fashion, and I must say it’s quite interesting.  From the jean capris to the pointy polished shoes, Euro fashion is just horrible.  Who in their right mind would wear jean capris?  Honestly, if you want to wear pants, wear pants.  If you want to wear shorts, wear shorts.  There’s no room for people to be bandwagon fans and get the best of both worlds.  On a side note to those that have slightly hated on my fashion, please remember that I brought maybe two weeks of clothes.  To those that know me well, you know that I pride myself on the horrible color combinations that I can put together.  Just remember it’s part of my charm.

Anywho, as I sit here on the boardwalk of beautiful Lake Geneve, I can’t help but notice all the horrible atrocities that are ‘Euro fashion’.  Some of my friends the other day were cursed enough to see roller skating leotard man traipsing about the park, doing his thing.  It may have been his scantily clad attire, or his classic Richard Simmons-style dance moves on his skates, but he disturbs me on many different levels.  From this point on, we will discuss the intricacies of ‘Eurostyle’ and how amusing it is to look at.  Just a quick preview of my thoughts…

Jean capris

Rule number one….bros should never wear jean shorts.  Rule number two…bros should never wear cut off jean pants.  Lastly, rule number three…bros should never ever, ever wear jean capris.  At what level of degradation must you be at in order to don such a horrible piece of clothing?  Your attire makes Lady Gaga laugh with pleasure, because she’s no longer the worst dressed person in the world.  Make up your mind whether you’re hot or you’re cold, don’t put two hands in the cookie jar.  If you hate on me for having an epic farmer’s tan, I’ll quickly remind you that your pantish things are not attractive, and by not attractive I mean horrible offensive to all things great.  So Mr. Jean Capri Wearer, please stop your nonsense, so the rest of us can go about our business with a semblance of peace.

                                                                       BAD                        

      

                                                                         GOOD

By the way, our residence hall director, J.D. aka Florence Nightengale, is look totally Euro today, and it’s horribly offensive.  He can take his V-neck and his pointy shoes elsewhere.  There’s no room for his nonsense here.

That’s all for now.  I dragged Kelsey out into the cold to get internet, and now she’s demanding to go inside before we get pneumonia, which is a good idea in actuality.

Deuces,

CM