My stack of May magazines is growing larger by the day. I have been staring at each and every one of them longingly from behind a barricade of textbooks.
In just two weeks, I'll be here -- sitting in my own beloved chest filled with ages-old, well-worn magazines in my bedroom at home. I keep glancing at this sweet snapshot, wishing I could wriggle my nose and make that my reality.
Instead of a funky robot, my chest houses Molly McIntire, my American Girl doll. My motto for these trying academic times known as finals week: What would Molly do?
(Photo from DirtyLittleStyleWhore by the way of Nylon)
