gray day.

i wish i was the type of person who putting on a fabulous outfit could automatically make their day fantastic.

sometimes getting dressed up, and knowing i look great can make my day great, but there are some days where no outfit would make me feel fantastic. take today. davidson's cold, gray, misty spell has continued into the weekend, which i must spend in my dorm room with the homework i had been putting off. i threw on this top because i was too tired to try to deal with a tight shirt or think about how my torso was looking. sigh. its just one of those days. at least it looks good too. i am failing to wear a color yet again, but it matches the color of the sky, so i have an excuse.

its my fault i'm in this melancholy mess. i've been putting of homework to relax or talk with friends, but mostly because i just have lost motivation. plus, i've let a huge paper sneak up on me. i feel like i spend more time complaining about this paper than actually working on it, but hey! i'm only a freshman, and 20-page papers are terrifying. what is even more terrifying is the topic: proposing social change, in my case, and end to human trafficking. i think i've tied my grade on this paper and this class to my ability to become a social activist. if i can't write a paper on how i could end modern day slavery, how can i do it in real life? it doesn't help that i have to read a huge number of case studies on slavery and how little is being done to stop it.

uh, well, heres a random story to lighten my dreary mood a bit:

last time i wore this outfit, i went to the local indie coffee shop, summit, to work on a paper. i was just chilling outside in my gray top, sipping a latte [skim milk, one sugar], typing a paper, being a typical college kid, when i can see this woman with a camera in the edge of my vision. i glanced over, and this 40ish aged woman was across the street, taking pictures of me. what?!? i had no idea what to do in this situation, so i just ignored her and went on typing. but then, she moved to where she was standing directly in front of me, about 10 feet away, and kept taking pictures. i could hear the clicking! i just kept typing, and eventually she wandered off. when i recounted the story, my friend robert said i should have looked at her with a terrified expression, and start running the opposite direction in a crazed sprint, leaving laptop, latte, and everything else behind. i do admit that would have been a much more entertaining end to my story. oh well.

p.s. did you know you can spell it "grey" or "gray" depending on whether you are british or american?

top - modcloth, jeans - american eagle.