i tried putting on make-up today. (doesn’t that make me sound like i’m five and playing with mommy’s lipstick?) i haven’t willingly put cosmetics on my face in a while.

sometimes when i walk around campus, i notice certain young women whose make-up is so nicely applied and naturally achieved. i look at these pretty things and wonder if one day i’ll be able to wake up fifteen minutes earlier on a school day just to get my mascara on perfectly. but when my alarm clock goes off in the morning, all i’m thinking about are those extra three hours of sleep i desperately want back. then my hand finds the snooze button and i’m back asleep for fifteen more minutes of passably pleasing slumber.

you see, when i see these pretty girls, it makes me want to not be so lazy and unattractive. it makes me want to put cute little clips in my hair. as if somehow this all will make me feel more like a woman and less like a prepubescent toddler with embarrassing eye-gunk.