Something tells me that everybody's favorite clown fish would not survive the impending projectile snowvom that New England is about to so lovingly throw our way.
I just cannot get on board with this whole naming winter storms thing.
In preparation for our adventurous/irresponsible clown fish, I trekked allll the way across my 1/4 square mile campus to the library to print out all of my reading for the next five days so that it will be absolutely not necessary to leave my apartment. I also completed the once-weekly check of my campus mailbox and it did not disappoint. One measly flyer slapintheface about an upcoming career fair. Thanks for the reminder that I don't have my life (or resume, or even one complete business approp outfit, etc. etc.) together, career services office. Goodie.
Today was one of those intentionally-wear-my-hair-as-a-rat's-nest to complement my worntwelvetoomanytimes (yet still chose not to put it in the wash) sweatshirt. For my little trek to run errands, I decided to slip my trusty moccs on over my extrathick '70s-couch-pattern socks to complete the ensemble. Must take advantage of the dry ground before we are forced to schlep around the frozen-nasty in our frumptacular boots for the next 4-5 months. Okay. Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration. Dear God, please don't let there be snow on the ground in July.
Alas, the moment you've all been waiting for. My foray into fashion blogging. Hahahahahahahaa. hahaha. I know you're just dyyying to see this gem of an outfit, and that you are probably incapable of conjuring up what I might have thrown together.
Please excuse the piles of laundry sitting on my bed. And the piles of junk on my floor that I kicked out of the way, for your benefit.
Forgot to shut off the flash on my super spendy and high-tech point-and-shoot. Clearly I'm experienced at this.
Better.
Or not, because you can actually see what I'm wearing.
In case you were wondering (you weren't),
I'm sporting a summer camp counselor tie-dye tee under that sweatshirt.
Sorry I forgot to include such haute couture in the pics. Hopefully
you'll consider my four-inches-too-tall jeans a sufficient consolation.
You're welcome.
A close-up of the socks 'n moccs. Try that one out someday, players.
Life-changer, guaranteed.
Oh, good. Mediocre fashion post, mediocre weather report, and mediocre photography, all in one post. You guys are the luckiest & must be falling out of your seat from the pure excitement of it all. Promise I won't call you clumsy. Also vow to neverever put you through a fashion post ever again.
All my apologies,
C
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