Ring of Sugar

I had a donut for breakfast today, after my midterm. I think that this goes against the recommended order of the universe, but if I had eaten before the test, I might have given the food to the person next to me out of nerves. This would probably not have been appreciated. It was a good donut--soft and delicious and sprinkled with sugar. Mm, sugar.

I’ve started looking through my jewelry box more often, and realized I have several rings that I’d like to wear. The one I’m wearing today, for example has a large (fake?) turquoise that looks sort of like a flower, with a silver band, and it’s pretty. I also found a lovely silver ring with a pink stone that I would love to wear, but it only fits my left ring finger. I pretend I don’t care what anyone thinks of me, but really, I do.

A few months ago I started using a face lotion that has sunscreen in it. This means that my face is even paler than it used to be. I have not been using sunscreen on my forearms, though, and so now they are a little darker than my face, which makes it look like my foundation (which I don’t wear) is the wrong color. I just can’t win.

I have noticed that when I wear my blue and brown striped shirt to work, which is a button down shirt with a nice, pointed collar, people treat me like a capable human being. When I wear my red plaid western shirt, people treat me like a moron. I will continue to wear the western shirt out of spite.

I am going to take a drawing class with a close friend over the summer at a community college near my house, and I’m very excited. I feel really strange, though, about applying to community college with my university email address.

Last night I had a dream where I let a paleontologist pick me up with the line, "Let me show you my research."