I suppose I should talk about what I'm wearing now. Yesterday, it came up at work (read: I brought it up because I'm ridiculous) that my birthday is fairly soon, and that I'm going to be 20, to which one of my bosses was all "We've got a kid on our hands!" or something to that extent. And of course, I replied in my most dignified, adult (read: whiny baby) that I was not, in fact, a kid, and that 20 is a very adult age to be. As you can see, today I am wearing a large bow in my hair and a top covered in tiny deer, and (as you'll see if you scroll down) am twirling like a ballerina just for the heck of it. Clearly, I am well on my way to adulthood.