Some days my life feels chock-a-block of potential enterprises and adventures and get-togethers. And then other days it feels like nothing more than a pattern of wearing wide-leg jeans, sacrificing That Production Class I Really Want to Take in favor of a more sensible Class About Language, then going home and realizing that half of my worldly possessions are dyed in varying shades of red or pink. Seriously: I only have to turn my head right now to see my coral purse, pink retro-ironic sunglasses, and pink notebook lying on top of my magenta comforter. Guys, I think I have a problem.
Oh, and did I mention that immediately following this observation, I realized that my (patterned) cardigan matches my wallet?