The Final Countdown: Finding Trendiness

I'm sitting here, surrounded by piles of clothes strewn haphazardly around my room. My attempt at organization has gone frustratingly awry: a) my carefully-folded pile of blouses has become my cat Pippin's newest throne. b) I'm at that awkward stage where a good third of the things packed may very well be used over the next few days. c) The list of "things to remember to buy" is stretching interminably...last time I checked, I don't have a spare lint roller lying around. And seriously, since when does it matter whether or not my black t-shirt has some fuzz on the shoulder? Apparently since now.

Which brings me to this: after my frantic power-shopping trip in D.C. this past weekend, I remember again why I stopped trying to be trendy after May 2006: it's exhausting, time-consuming, and expensive. Personally, I would rather shell out some money for a good book (give me all the shit you want) or a road trip, than a new pair of tight skinny jeans that would make a Victorian bodice feel comfortable. At least on campus I can hide my unkempt appearance under the guise of time constraint, stress, and nonconformity. Oh, yeah--you're right. This is the same sweatshirt I wore yesterday. Well you know, I was at the library ALL night studying, so...

T-7 days until go time, which gives me 6 days to re-discover West Coast style.