One week ago, as I exited my favorite class, I found myself caught in my first April torrential downpour, wearing a dress and my favorite leather boots. The rain stung my bare legs and turned my dress from a light orange to an almost tomato red. I hadn't been this soaked in a long time, and as I watched everyone duck for cover under awnings and into university buildings, I realized that I enjoy walking in the rain as much as I enjoy walking in the sunshine. The setting was perfect- I felt as if I was taking part in a romantic movie set in England (because it always rains there and no one seems to mind). The city streets were empty and the calming sound of the rain hitting the pavement drowned out the constant sound of car horns and police sirens. As I looked out from under my umbrella, I began to notice other students expressions as they made their way to class. With each wrinkled forehead and tightly closed lips, I desperately tried to conceal my ever-increasing smile. I love long walks in the rain, along with many other frivolous, girly cliches, and today is the last day I am going to hide it. I always keep my vase filled with fresh flowers. Listening to Camera Obscura makes me forget I am in Ohio and carries me away to Paris, France circa 1945. I have a serious scarf obsession. Butterflies make me smile. I enjoy spending nights alone in my apartment surrounded by my favorite candles and a good book. I love cooking fancy breakfasts and drinking coffee out of my monogrammed mug every morning. I take photos of my food. I wish wearing dresses every day was practical. I like spending money on beautifully packaged makeup. I listen to Usher while I clean the bathroom. I often think about how I would write out my thoughts, as if I am composing a blog post in my head. I sing a beautiful mixture of the Star-Bangled Banner and (I've Had) The Time of My Life. If I could spend my money on anything, it'd be on new clothes to further cram into my overflowing closet. There are some things in life that only your best friend will understand. I cherish everything about the city: the buildings, dirty sidewalks, bus stops, and the colorful people who illuminate it. And I believe in true love. I am a girl, 110%. And from here on out, there is no shame in rocking hot pink lip gloss and awwing at pictures of baby bunnies, because today I have fully embraced my inner girl.
One week ago, as I exited my favorite class, I found myself caught in my first April torrential downpour, wearing a dress and my favorite leather boots. The rain stung my bare legs and turned my dress from a light orange to an almost tomato red. I hadn't been this soaked in a long time, and as I watched everyone duck for cover under awnings and into university buildings, I realized that I enjoy walking in the rain as much as I enjoy walking in the sunshine. The setting was perfect- I felt as if I was taking part in a romantic movie set in England (because it always rains there and no one seems to mind). The city streets were empty and the calming sound of the rain hitting the pavement drowned out the constant sound of car horns and police sirens. As I looked out from under my umbrella, I began to notice other students expressions as they made their way to class. With each wrinkled forehead and tightly closed lips, I desperately tried to conceal my ever-increasing smile. I love long walks in the rain, along with many other frivolous, girly cliches, and today is the last day I am going to hide it. I always keep my vase filled with fresh flowers. Listening to Camera Obscura makes me forget I am in Ohio and carries me away to Paris, France circa 1945. I have a serious scarf obsession. Butterflies make me smile. I enjoy spending nights alone in my apartment surrounded by my favorite candles and a good book. I love cooking fancy breakfasts and drinking coffee out of my monogrammed mug every morning. I take photos of my food. I wish wearing dresses every day was practical. I like spending money on beautifully packaged makeup. I listen to Usher while I clean the bathroom. I often think about how I would write out my thoughts, as if I am composing a blog post in my head. I sing a beautiful mixture of the Star-Bangled Banner and (I've Had) The Time of My Life. If I could spend my money on anything, it'd be on new clothes to further cram into my overflowing closet. There are some things in life that only your best friend will understand. I cherish everything about the city: the buildings, dirty sidewalks, bus stops, and the colorful people who illuminate it. And I believe in true love. I am a girl, 110%. And from here on out, there is no shame in rocking hot pink lip gloss and awwing at pictures of baby bunnies, because today I have fully embraced my inner girl.
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