Ode to High School Friends
Painted nails and pristine clothes; Polished shoes and straight teeth that glow; Hair in its place; beautifully made-up face — You’re as flawless as Stephenie Meyer’s prose.
Sometimes I can’t help but feel entirely lonely. Maybe “lonely” is the wrong word. Maybe “like an outcast” is a more appropriate phrase. I like to think that I’m a strong person, that I’m not so immature that I can rise above petty jealousy. But, unfortunately, I can’t.
What I need to do: Go to the gym. Go grocery shopping. Write a resignation letter. Finalize the agenda for tomorrow evening’s scheduling meeting. Paint my fingernails. Write my magazine profiles (due tomorrow). Brainstorm possible things to review. Fix Flickr. Upload photos. Brainstorm ideas for potential DISCOVER talks. Fix up my resume, if I want to apply to be a CF. Research...
Things to Buy: What I need: New Brita filter Trimble’s Writing With Style Pack of disposable razors Clean & Clear Continuous Acne Cleanser Groceries 52mm UV filter Lens leash What I want: 50mm f/1.8 lens Tripod 2-year Flickr Pro account Dress for my 21st birthday Pair of TOMS Glitters (Gold or Silver, can’t decide)