When You Feel Like Crap

I recently discovered a very efficient way to throw feelings of anxiety and guilt, and delusional thoughts of being not good enough, out the figurative window. It's giving yourself a mani-pedi.


I've always been fond of manicured nails because they look so neat and, well, pretty. Although manicures draw you back from doing household chores-- and they are a pathetic excuse at that-- finishing them gives you this elating sense of fulfillment. Hence, in my journey to become more like a girl than a multimedia geek, I bought a kit of nail and foot care implements and four bottles of nail creme this morning. Nail creme sounds better than nail polish.

I wanted to buy colors from Etude House because the store has more varieties (plus their palette consists of pastel hues) but, as usual, my laziness and the phenomenal Philippine weather got the better of me. Instead I went to the department store of the mall across the church I visited today (is visit even the right term?). I bought the kit, a set of nail care liquids, a bottle of base paint and another of sheer polish, and two colors-- something called Flower Girl (sort of like a pink and cream mix), and Neon Purple.

I am one more lonely girl in the world. If I weren't so emotionally forlorn right now my nails would definitely look like toilet puke. I guess abandonment does entail a bit of productivity.

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PS. School finally starts tomorrow. At this moment I'm supposed to be commemorating the last day of summer vacation but I'm afraid I might chip one of my nails-- or worse, all of them.