Am I living it right?

In light of Jerry's comment, I've reconsidered my inconsistent color description.

"...she held her full, tea rose-colored lips in the half-grimace of anticipation."

Writing aside, it seems that I've once again hit one of those odd streaks of awful luck. I hit them every once in a while and do things like step on rakes, break my nose, and total my car. This particular strain of bad luck, however, doesn't seem to want to show off like others. It seems content with low but constant levels of misery. Everything from losing my two closest friends to what seems to be each other, to the strangest, most random, and most unlikely scheduling conflict possible. I'm almost afraid to get in my car, seeing as how these things usually include some costly car repair. Regardless, I'm bored being miserable and I can't wait for everyone to get back. Ever since I was a little kid, the start of school has been a relief. The anarchic monotony of the summer, where nothing happens but only because it doesn't have to, ends and something solid and comforting returns. Not the routine of school, that's never better than summer, but having something to do and something to actively avoid brings with it a motivation to be alive and not boring that the end of summer always seems to lack.

So here I am, a summer baby in every way possible, wishing desperately for an end to this summer, an end to this boredom and, hopefully, an end to the incredibly selfish and immature behavior that seems to be the cause of this sinister and creeping bad luck.