Lately, I've been mulling over a lot of things. Probably one too many things. One might even go so far as to say that my mulling meter is overflowing. Predominantly, I've been thinking about my future, how it doesn't seem to be enough to have a part-time job that I really like. I feel like most of the people around me (including those I barely know) are giving me a gentle nudge in the direction of graduate schools and internships. On the train home from New Hampshire the other day, this woman who knew hardly anything about me except that I write and am a senior in college was advising me to "look for an internship in the city and make connections." Seriously. Is it so hard to focus on current happiness? To do what makes you feel worthwhile right now, without being hyper-concerned about this mysterious ever-looming "future" I've been hearing so much about? Is it possible to be simultaneously unconventional and successful? Is it possible to have a crush on someone who claims people call him "the luck box?" Is it possible to eat a half of a watermelon in one sitting? Hint: the answers to the last two are, unfortunately, yes. I still haven't quite figured out what to do with the former two questions.
I picked up this lace dress last weekend while visiting Callie. I almost didn't try this dress on, but thanks to some encouragement from her, I ended up giving it a shot, and may have fallen in love with it. Or, at least, came the closest that I've ever come to falling in love with a garment. It's fun and girly, but can be easily roughed up by some denim. And you know I love me some denim vests.
So, while taking my photos today, my mom did this awesome thing where she took 8,000 horribly unflattering photos of me. I call this one,
"Did you say CAT?! WHERE?!"
And here is a gif of me falling over while laughing. Thanks, mom!