She woke up early, prettied herself up and even dressed for the ocassion. She Slides the white button up shirt over her arms before she buttons up the front, leaving the two top buttons undone for comfort. The shirt is neatly tailored to hug her torso fashionably and snuggly. Her straight legged pin stripped slacks lay neatly over a brand new pair of black converse high tops.
She does her basic make-up routine, foundation, concealer, eyeliner and mascara and finally a touch of peony pink lip gloss. While she was applying her make up, her flat iron had been heating up. She flat irons her hair and then slicks some herbal essence molding pomeade through her hair in an edgy, refined kinda messy way. She smiles, leaning into the mirror. She angles her head toward the lights and checks her teeth. She decides to later invest in some white strips.
She shakes her head, as if to shake away distracting thoughts and takes a deep breath. She pulls back from the mirror, brushes her teeth, checks herself one last time, and bolts out the door. She slings her messenger bag over her shoulder and skates to the bus stop. She waits for about twenty minutes before the bus arrives and another twenty minutes before she is dropped off at the college. She saddles her skateboard into her bag and heads to the financial aide office.
From there she goes from one office to the next before she is finally enrolled in college. She's only four years away from a cryptozoology degree.

She had spent most of her morning darting from one class to the next. She hadn;t bothered getting pretty today like she did yesterday. Converse on her feet, baggy gray sweat pants and a white wife beater. Her hair is unwashed and pulled back into a ponytail.
She hates early morning anything, but her favorite class makes up for it. Early Cryptozoology 101. She smiles, clutching her book to her chest and marches into class.

Working so late and then having to go to class so early in the day was wearing on her. Infact, the cute guy in English she had been chatting up; didn't even recognize her today. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, still wearing yesterday's clothes and make-up.
Class seems to take forever and she can only think about heading to the cafe and getting a big, huge cup of coffee and a stack of pancakes the size of her head. She is practically salivating. As soon as she felt like she was ready to scream, the Professor dismisses and Amanada escapes.
She escapes to the college gym where she takes part in the kick boxing class. After that class, she moves on to the gymnists room and practies some back hand springs and various other flips. She finishes with some work out on the uneven bars. She then leaves the gym, with her bagf slung over her shoulder.
She heads down the hallway and outside when she catches a whiff of herself. Damn girl. She conceeds to the fact that she is offensive, and returns to her off campus apartment. Small, studio, cheap and in a decent neighborhood. It is more then she could ask for. She pats her cat Shakes on the head as she passes him, dropping clothes behind her as she goes.
Showers are great, especially steaming hot ones that make your skin red. She cleanses herself throughly, shuts off the water before ringing her hair out in the tub. As she steps out, she wraps a towel around her.
She punches the punching bag as she passes it to move into the kitchenette area. She opens her cupboard and looks over the items. Pop tarts, Lucky Charms, Raisin Bran, muffin mix, tons of ramen noodles, a bag of poptatoes and various dried herbs and spices. She scrunches her nose at that, passing it up at the moment. She moves to the laundry room, sifting through a basket of clothes. Clean and dirty all mixed together, so she has to smell it to see if its clean. She eventually sniffs out a clean shirt and a decently clean pair of jeans. She slings them over her shoulder, opening a kitchen drawer to get herself a bra andf a pair of panties. Told you the apartment was small.
She dresses herself, turning back to look at the cupboard. She passes it, grabs her keys and some money and goes out to get food.  

--Last edited by Amanda Clair Harris on 2008-09-26 12:42:37 --

The next day was spent in a typical fashion, going to classes, wokring out in the gym, showering and finally..buying groceries. After all that was said and done, she dressed in an actually dress, made herself all pretty. She grabbed her keys and leaves the apartment.