Sometimes the right combo of eyeliner and mascara turns my eyes into a replica of the fantastically creepy Siamese cats from Lady and the Tramp...and it's not so cool. I enjoy finding pairs of shoes or old clothes in my closet I don't remember purchasing...I pretend they were free and I didn't waste that money on something I'd wear once and then forget having for another two years or so when really, I should have saved and actually bought myself some health insurance...because fire prone individuals require health insurance. I have exactly 281 books on my bookshelves, not including years of college textbooks, the occasional Anatomy text stolen from high school and, sadly, a few of my brothers discarded textbooks. (It's a disease.) I wear sweaters around the house because I'm not used to air-conditioning...and now I'm craving winter. I will be twenty-three and a half in eight days. I feel as though I'm living in the past.