It's Monday today and I am in a BAD mood. I woke up in the Amazon Rainforest that is my room, stood under the trickle that is my shower,got my test results back which say there is something abnormal about my liver so I need MORE tests, and realised that I am a complaete failure and should go hide under a rock until third year is over.
With all these calamitous factors conspiring against me, I usually turn to my wardrobe to cheer me up. Dress the way you want to feel I say, and I want to feel beautiful. *Opens wardrobe* "Oh, look! All my dresses are in the wash, I'm going to have to wear trousers today." Trousers I say!
Now, when I was a wee lass, I used to live in trousers and shorts. Wearing skirts and dresses when climbing trees was just not conducive to my life. And then when I came to university, I realised that I hate wearing trousers. In fact, I now only own three pairs and they are all jeans: one pair of blue denim high waisted, wide leg jeans from Abercrombie; another pair of blue denim stretchy jeans from Abercrombie that I've had since I was fifteen (I hasten to add that I only wear these when I am ill); and one pair of ultra skinny black jeans from All Saints that I hardly wear anymore becasue they are generally made for people with eating disorders.
So imagine how upset I was when, at the one time I needed cheering up, all my dresses were unwearable. After planning on going to the library for the rest of the day, I have been forced to stay inside away from people who might see me in this depleted state with only a cup of black tea for solace (no rich tea biscuits to boot!).
Dresses make me feel happy and girlie, even when they are teamed with my faithful All Saints boots and never fail to cheer me up. But for now, I am afraid that I will have to make like a leper and rot in my room until my washing is done.
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