Of rompers and finals.
Finals have reduced my mediocre-looking skin to a crater-filled oil field with pulsing red mountains and rivers thick with pus. (Imagery is awesome.)
This explains why when I smiled at people in the library last night
They were like
GET THE FUCK OUT OF DODGE AHHHH HER FACE.
Yeah, pretty gross.
When all of this school nonsense is said and done I am going to once again begin my hunt for a flattering romper. I have an oddly shaped body that typically only looks good in empire-waisted clothes. Most rompers are not empire waisted, however— there en-lies my challenge.
It’s kind of funny that I’m thinking about rompers when I should be focusing on my finals today, but my brain is so flighty and eager for summer I can barely take it. I studied for a good while this weekend and I only absorbed like 2%. I am really worried but at the same time eerily calm.