Discombobulation.

I am not the kind of girl who paints her nails to match her outfit. (Usually.)
I am the kind of girl who hasn't worn makeup in a month because she is too lazy to look for her eyeliner sharpener.
The kind of girl who has a favorite pair of heels, but always bails out on them at the last minute for the comfortable flats.
I wish I could say that my favorite lounging outfit is cute and matchy, but in reality is a sweatshirt that is three sizes too big for me, and sweatpants that fail to show the true shape of anything besides a burlap sack.
I'm feeling a little bit discombobulated. I am furiously writing papers, and enjoying it. I'm scared to be left behind while my family goes on vacation. I'm bummed by the reality of my summer. I'm wishing I could spontaneously go to the beach for the day... and wishing that I had someone to be spontaneous with.
Saturday is the day that I will finally re-dye my hair... whip my room into shape... and cry because I feel alone. Not ideal, but inevitable. My Gilmore Girls season 2 also arrives on that day, so I will probably be watching that.
My nails are currently four different colors. If I could decide what to wear tomorrow, I could decide what color to paint my nails. Rats.

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