If There's One Thing I Didn't Miss About School, It's Hearing Justin Timberlake 5 Times An Hour
So, after a super long drive in totally shit-tastic weather, I'm back in Peoria. It just hit me today that I have less than 48 hours until I start class. Scary. Anyway, I'm back to doing what I do best for the time being: protesting the cafeteria, scaring parents, having computer troubles, and looking like a hot mess. "Looking like a hot mess," you say, "but you're so pretty, always." (Insert giggles here.) After I got dressed this morning I stood in front of my mirror ready to terrorize the world and thought to myself "Ok Amanda, let's assess the Fashion Situation at hand for a moment. The pants don't fit properly, the tank top has bleach stains and has faded to a greyish black, the scarf has lint-like crap on it, the stacking of sweatshirts makes you look pregnant, your hair is going all over the damn place, you don't have eyebrows on, and you're topping it off with a pink stocking cap that's too small and has definetely seen better days. What's wrong with this outfit? EVERYTHING!!!!............................A+!" Now in case you're wondering why I was congratulating myself on such a hellacious looking outfit, I figure that bad fashion just happens sometimes, so why not embrace it and wear it like it's the Greatest Outfit Ever? Yes, people will think you're a homeless crack addict when you walk past, but then again when you look like me people think you're insane anyway, so who really cares? Anyway, I'm off to go cook three pounds of hamburger, finish off the KFC I bought last night, empty the rest of my suitcases of their contents, and then make sure I have my shit together for class on Wednesday. Hopefully I'll get around to blogging about my slightly unproductive vacation complete with pics of the painting I did as well as my rock sculpture pics. OOOO, and I also have a Super Sweet necklace/choker thing that Kate-The-World's-Greatest-Former-Roommate sent me. Totally putting up some sweet pics of that!
So, after a super long drive in totally shit-tastic weather, I'm back in Peoria. It just hit me today that I have less than 48 hours until I start class. Scary. Anyway, I'm back to doing what I do best for the time being: protesting the cafeteria, scaring parents, having computer troubles, and looking like a hot mess. "Looking like a hot mess," you say, "but you're so pretty, always." (Insert giggles here.) After I got dressed this morning I stood in front of my mirror ready to terrorize the world and thought to myself "Ok Amanda, let's assess the Fashion Situation at hand for a moment. The pants don't fit properly, the tank top has bleach stains and has faded to a greyish black, the scarf has lint-like crap on it, the stacking of sweatshirts makes you look pregnant, your hair is going all over the damn place, you don't have eyebrows on, and you're topping it off with a pink stocking cap that's too small and has definetely seen better days. What's wrong with this outfit? EVERYTHING!!!!............................A+!" Now in case you're wondering why I was congratulating myself on such a hellacious looking outfit, I figure that bad fashion just happens sometimes, so why not embrace it and wear it like it's the Greatest Outfit Ever? Yes, people will think you're a homeless crack addict when you walk past, but then again when you look like me people think you're insane anyway, so who really cares? Anyway, I'm off to go cook three pounds of hamburger, finish off the KFC I bought last night, empty the rest of my suitcases of their contents, and then make sure I have my shit together for class on Wednesday. Hopefully I'll get around to blogging about my slightly unproductive vacation complete with pics of the painting I did as well as my rock sculpture pics. OOOO, and I also have a Super Sweet necklace/choker thing that Kate-The-World's-Greatest-Former-Roommate sent me. Totally putting up some sweet pics of that!