Being a girl is too much work

Monday I wore a skirt, because it was very hot and I don't have any shorts here. I don't really like shorts. So I wore my khaki skirt and a nicer shirt than I might usually wear, since my t-shirts look dumb with a skirt.

Today, I almost went to class in sweatpants that are too big for me (too long, anyway, but what isn't?) and my binary t-shirt--the clothes I wore to work last night. I eventually relented and got dressed; now I'm wearing wrinkled but nice pants, the first shoes I could find a matching pair of, and a t-shirt with iron-on transfer letters that say "Give me ambiguity or give me
something else!" It's a shirt I've had forever; Matthew made it for me. My mom tells me it's "tacky," which is her word for "I don't like it and don't think you should ever wear it again." I happen to like old things and quirky t-shirts, so I snuck this into my suitcase the last time I was home.

Still, I must admit, the quality of my appearance is rapidly decreasing this week.