I am so good at going to bed early during the summer. I can usually manage to pass out around 11 PM. No stress, no worries, just sleep. Even when I was up in the air about my living situation, I managed to sleep. But there seems to be something in the air in NYC where I have to stay up even though I know how bad it’s going to be in the morning. I can already feel my body groaning at the idea of waking up and getting ready for class. And what I hate most about getting ready is that I can’t just throw on some sweats and call it a day. No I go to fashion school and girls dress nice here. This is the school that gave me funny looks because I wore sweats to the cafeteria after yoga. So getting ready to go to class has to include at least some attempt at looking pretty, which sucks because my lack-of-sleep makes me want to curl up in a ball and ignore the entire world. Thus, the prognosis for tomorrow morning is lovely.
Another fun issue I have is that either my AC is on really cold or it can’t be on at all. Even when I choose the middle ground, the warmest cool setting, it still ends up making my room penguin-friendly. But not turning the AC on makes me feel like all I’m missing is a few camels and some sand. Speaking of which, I haven’t gone to the beach all summer. How sad is that? Last summer, when I was working at home, I went to the beach weekly. I was tan. Right now my skin is so white I’m pretty sure I’d be able to blend in against a piece of paper. I contrast nicely against my new black Uggs, which I am totally dying to wear.
I’m going to let ya’ll in on a little secret. Ready?
I wear children’s shoes.
Oh wait, I’ve already confessed that once before on this blog. Fail.
Either way, I wear children’s shoes and it usually sucks because finding high heels is horrific. And because asking the sales people for a size 3 shoe at the age of 20 is a little bit embarrassing. Especially when they decide that I have no idea what shoe size I wear and bring me a 6 convinced it’ll be perfect. And then when I try it on and my foot slips out, they insist on giving me a size 5. No honey, I promise it’ll be too big. Trust me, I’ve had these feet for 20 years. I’m pretty sure I know what size shoe I wear. Especially since it hasn’t changed since the 7th grade.
The beautiful thing about having midget feet, though, is that I can save money. I managed to save $60 on my Uggs today because my feet are freakishly small. Score one for the weirdo. And I don’t care if Uggs are completely uncool and hate-worthy. If my feet are warm, they rock. They’re keeping me warm, dry, and happy. What more can I ask for from a pair of shoes? And my new ones are these.
For a pair of Uggs, they’re pretty freaking cute. And don’t fear, they come in adult sizes too. There are a lot prettier styles for adults though. Maybe someday my feet will grow?
PS. As ya’ll obviously know, Ugg has never ever heard of me except to take my money when I buy their shoes. This wasn’t even meant to be a shoe post. I was going to talk about my wall. Clearly I suck at getting to proper conclusions.
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