Looking in the mirror: Well, doesn’t look like I need to brush my hair today. Where’s my toothbrush?
While brushing teeth: Woah, my facial hair grew longer than normal last night. Sweet.
Flexing in front of the mirror: You can totally tell I did push-ups this morning. I wish I didn’t have to wear clothes.
Self analysis before walking out for the day: I look good.
A girl’s thoughts in the morning:
Looking in the mirror: Ugh, I look so horrible! NOT another blemish! It’s so big! Should I even go to Biology today, what if *cute boy* sees? That would be so embarrassing! I guess I could sit on his left…he might not notice then.
While brushing teeth and simultaneously blow-drying hair (you all know you’ve done it): This is my 4th bad hair day in a row, I think I might switch to that new shampoo from the commercial I saw. I wish I had whiter teeth. *Trendy girl* in my FHE group has such white teeth; I should ask her what toothpaste she uses.
While applying mascara: Does my face look fat? Oh, it DOES! I should go running…
While applying blush: My pupils are too small.
While trying on clothes in front of the mirror: NOTHING looks good on me! I need some of those boots you can wear over your pants, then I would get dates…
Still trying on clothes in front of the mirror…: *Roommate who always gets asked out at the library* is gone for the day she wouldn’t notice if I wore her sweater and then put it back in her closet before she gets home…that purple one is so hot… (Disclaimer: I never did this)
Self analysis before walking out for the day: My hair looks stupid, you could see that zit from Mars, everyone is going to notice, I have the fattest face and the smallest pupils, I won’t be trendy until I have boots, I never get asked out… *sigh*…
Case in point:
Last night I was looking at my pupils wondering how I could make them bigger (always… not just in the dark where no one can even see), and Nate was looking at our latest blog post.
Nate: Why didn’t you put this picture up under ‘Nate’s football glory days’?
Me: Um….(kinda thinking about the picture, but mostly wondering about my pencil point pupils)(Also thinking, he doesn’t have a shirt on in that picture, that would be weird…)
Nate: LOOK at my back muscles! (seconds go by) You didn’t look!
Me: (seriously? I have a pupil crisis here!) Wow, honey, they are so big!
Nate: Really?? They are, huh?
I love how much boys love their own muscles. I continue to be humored by the differences between boys and girls every day.
Isn’t life funny?