because I'm a 14 year old girl

It's suddenly become very clear to me that I am not actually a 32 year old woman.  All the signs pointed to it but I just didn't pick up on them until this very morning when I woke up late in a deep haze and stared through the back of my fingernails trying to figure out what color my nail polish was with light shining through it.

I giggle when people make jokes about doing it

I love and wear tights and leggings.  I like fancy socks

Lip gloss, don't leave home without it

I wear the shoes that will look "best" with the outfit.  No I don't care if they're comfortable.  Yes they happen to be the same pair of shoes everyday... those boots just happen to look best with EVERY OUTFIT

I pass notes to my friends and giggle

Fine the notes are actually in the form of direct messages on twitter but still... whatever.

I pouted because the "Sugar Skull" nightgown I got for K was not made in my size

I hate doing my chores

I don't know WHAT I want to be when I grow up

I just bought a new bottle of black nail polish and it's the best thing ever!

Really the only difference is that when school starts on Tuesday I'm going to be doing a little dance of joy, but then I'm going to take a nap which is totally something I would have done at 14.

Now where's my poetry journal?  I need to go write about this cute boy I know.  And death.  And rain of course.