The highlight of my day yesterday was willingly getting in front of the camera.
Video camera, even.
I contributed one line to the CO video that is being viewed by over 100 other staff members. I will be large and in charge on a screen. I was hot and sweaty and probably had raccoon eyes from my non-waterproof mascara.
And I didn’t even blink twice.
It is a testament to the infectious spirit of this place that not only did I agree to something I have yet to do in “the real world”, I also didn’t flinch – internally or otherwise – when I got my mythical lanyard and saw the results of the mug shot.
Because although it makes me look like this guy, it also makes me look really happy. And, considering the harrowing day I had yesterday, that’s saying something.
I think it has a lot to do with being Maricel. Not Mom. Or Babe. Or Mrs. Edwards.
I’d forgotten what she was like, but now that we’ve rediscovered each other, I’m realizing she’s goddamned brilliant. She takes charge. She gets shit done. She walks fearlessly to a 24-hour deli at night by herself in a strange city. She attempts to install air conditioning units. She chats up random people at the dining hall without waiting to be approached. She does dead lifts from that:
She eats fish and tofu, drinks an obscene amount of water, and has avoided the free-for-all dessert bar since she’s been here. She goes to bed at 1am and still manages to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 6am to scarf down a serious protein breakfast while people half her age yawn their way to the cereal. She’s kinda badass.
Unfortunately, her badass-ness doesn’t extend to finding a laundry room. Okay, I know where the laundry room is; I just don’t want to use it because it’s in the basement of the boys’ dorms and really, do I need to say more? I’m either going to wait for my weekend off and do laundry at KS#1’s place or buy more clothes.
I’m also going to finish off 7×7 remix with this outfit. Had I been home, where I never sweat and/or I have unlimited access to a washer and dryer, I’d pursue it to the bitter end. But since neither of those things are a-happening right now, and since I don’t do outfit posts on the weekends anyway, let’s just call this baby done. Hope you enjoyed my living like an impoverished college student on a meager wardrobe.
:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – Old Navy
Jeans – Rewind @ Kohl’s