I slept in my makeup because I forgot to use baby shampoo when I took my eye shadow off. My clothes also don't match very well. I'm wearing Sanuks, black Under Armor striped leggings, and a Towson University sweatshirt. I'm playing a playlist which has both Beethoven and Brendon Urie on it. I'm sitting folded up in my big black rolling chair, hunched over a laptop, because I'm comfy like this.

My hair has a lot of fly-aways because I'm letting it air dry because I just don't have time to blow dry it every time I wash it. My homework's probably going to be really sloppy and done in pen and I'm most likely gonna make flashcards because that's how I study best.

My room's kind of messy right now but I like it like that because I feel like I've lived in it. All of the pictures on the walls prove I've done things, prove I've met people, stepped outside my comfort zone. My pillows don't all match because Target sells really cool pillows and I'm a sucker for anything with a quote on it. My desk is completely devoid of anything on it, spare for the laptop and Mason jar full of highlighters, pens and pencils. Everything else is piled up on the shelf above my desk because I like to be able to spread out.

My notes have to be organized in a very specific way because my brain doesn't like it when I do it another way. I switched into my contacts because I like to lean on my hand when I work and my glasses impede that.

I'm probably not going to stay on task the whole time. The world is full of distractions, like texts from close friends, pretty sunlight, and really funny corgi videos. I'm probably going to think that I've solved all the problems in the Mideast because I like to think up crazy schemes. Maybe I'll write a poem or read the book of feminist essays that I bought.

I'm not perfect. I've given up the idea that I have to be. I cry a lot because things make me sad and I yell a lot because I'm loud. I sing opera while driving and I hate wearing shoes because I'd much rather be in socks or be barefoot. The earth was made to be walked on so I'm going to utilize that. I rewatch Gilmore Girls constantly because I feel like I've made a home in the characters life. I dance to Tom Rosenthal and Franz Ferdinand, sometimes back to back.

The point is, I slept in my makeup. Maybe in a hundred years we'll find out that that's one of the leading causes of sadness in the world. But right now, it means that my previously fierce eyeliner that I did for my Color Guard performance is perfectly light and my blue eyes are POPPIN' because it looks good. Don't try to be perfect. Just focus on yourself. Do things for you sometimes.