Frankly...

See, I closed that door behind me. Now I need to do is polish my bruised ego a little. My mind feels so lethargic. It needs some exercise. I always tell myself I will study harder. I rarely push myself; I just lie and cheat my way out. I am an academic slob. I wish this were not the case.

I feel the same way about my dress sense, which is simple and poor. It’s always gap, occasionally remixed with a little H&M or French connection. My sense of style extends to either long-sleeved or short-sleeved, skirt or trousers. How boring and safe. I should take a leaf out of Hannah’s book. She always looks effortlessly awesome and interesting. It’s about time I did something to physically distinguish my unique personal tastes. It is not something that particularly bothers me. Just an observation that I try my best to ignore. I’m a palindrome.

My tastes are changing. I don’t know if it is because I have been repelled from what I usually consider attractive by failure and pain. Perhaps its just natural progression and maturation. Maybe it was all “just a phase!” like everything I ever do…. Right, that’s it! I’m going to study