"Well, you certainly haven't been shopping. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag."
Lo and behold, I’m at the library and I don’t feel like working. Granted, I’ve been here for 2½ hours (I’ve got another hour and a half before it closes) and I’ve been completely focused that entire time, so… I can justify not working for a few minutes, right? You know, my favorite thing about the BnF (except for maybe the fresh air that’s so conveniently created by these really loud filter/fan things) is the people-watching. Academics in general make me giggle, and when you can watch them when they’re absorbed in what they’re doing? Priceless in that MasterCard sorta way. Of course, I’m sure other people are watching me (at the very least I’m pretty sure the guy next to me at the table is somewhat annoyed by me, what with my loud typing and my coughing and my sniffling and my chair-scraping) and laughing at whatever it is I do when I read. Today, I think that thing would be playing with my hair, specifically my low-slung-Leia buns.
My whole life I never did the nubbin-hair (“my whole life I don‘t know what this song means“), but this week alone, I’ve nubbined twice. I think this might be somewhat related to something I was complaining about last night - my complete lack of sexiness or even basic attractiveness. For a week or two now I’ve been feeling ugly. I think part of the problem might be that all of my clothes are too big, as I’ve lost a bit of weight - not a ton, but enough to feel like everything I own is making me look dowdy. En fait, it seems that I’ve embraced the dowdy: I’ve stopped wearing any makeup beyond just mascara (not that I wear that much normally) and apparently I wear my hair in horns. Also, I’m in Paris where the fashion isn’t as glamorous as one would be led to believe, but it’s certainly better than the jeans-and-t-shirt look I espouse. I’ve been tempted to get a haircut lately, I’ve been so displeased with my appearance, and I *never* change my hair, I love it so much. I’d blame it on being sick (last time I checked, snotty and sexy were mutually exclusive), but… Meh. I’m sure I’m just being moody, and if I were a normal woman I’d probably just go buy some shoes or something; why can’t I respond to retail-therapy?
PS: Academics apparently don't believe in good hygiene, as EVERY time I've been in the bathroom at the BnF multiple people go directly from the stall to the exit. I hope this doesn't mean I have to stop washing my hands when I go to grad school.
