I'm not the type of girl who gets dressed up everyday. In fact, the only time I ever dress up/cover my face in makeup is when I'm going out to the bar or a party or a fancy occasion. If it's the remaining 300+ days of the year I throw my greasy hair up into a messy bun, toss on my glasses and most likely my sweat pants and I'll be on my way. I'll admit, I'm a pretty girl, but I make myself look like a bum. If you recall reading my first post about how I've never had a real boyfriend...this is most likely why. I accept that fact. I mean, I don't care what other people think of me, but I should probably stop being so damn lazy. I'm not morbidly obese, I can get off my ass and do something about this.

So with this thought in mine, I woke up earlier today than I usually do (only 10 minutes, it doesn't take me long to make myself presentable). I straightened my hair, put on some semi-nice jeans and my new argyl sweater and put on some makeup. Now I consider myself to be part albino, and if you saw how pale I am so you would probably agree with this statement. Today, instead of putting on my rosy red blush, I looked at my sister's bronzer and figured, "what the hell, why not try something new?" I wear bronzer when I go out to clubs, because it's dark, but I wasn't sure how it would look on my pale face in the middle of a blizzard.

To say I was pleased with the look would be an understatement. Now I'm not full of myself-- I know I'm pretty, but would I call myself hot? Probably not. I figured that this was the best I have looked since the school year started. Even in the cold weather with my wool scarf and my peacoat I looked good. So I strutted my stuff around campus, feeling confident etc. etc. Then, as I'm walking up the stairs en route to my calculus class, I trip. Jacket and scarf I was carrying go flying, same with my purse. Now I am a reasonably clumsy person at times. I get horrible paper cuts and slam my fingers in doors among other reasonable stuff. One thing I can always count on is falling UP the stairs at school at least once a semester. I don't know if it's karma for the type of person I am or what, but every semester I know it's going to happen.

So out of all the days that this could possibly happen, it had to be this one. The one where I looked the best, and let alone it was the most crowded stairwell in the hallway at the time. I'm 99.9% sure that you could see my embarrassed blush over top of the bronzer. No one laughed at least, but no one helped me up either. I guess it's safe to assume that chivalry really is dead. Damn you, "The Tudors," Henry Cavill and Jon Rhys Meyers for making me believe that men had manners when they weren't having sex with you. Your propaganda won't work on me anymore.
Until next time,
-H