Pearls Before Swine

Here I am sitting in my office looking as cute as button after this weekend's shopping - and there's no one here who could appreciate it. This makes me angsty, because it's like what a waste of effort. There is a very dreamy-looking guy I see on Mondays in my philosophy class, but I don't ever have a chance to talk to him, and besides, I don't even know anymore what I would say if I did have the chance to talk to him - that's how unoptimistic I am. So here I am, alone in all my cuteness. I feel like a fifteen-year-old boy in the basement listening to records, except without the kind of longing that would stem from hope.