Lately the age range of how I dress has nose-dived. In college I wore heels to class sometimes. Leftovers from my summertime office job. Blouses. Last year I had a hard time figuring out what to wear in the two days a week we didn't have t wear t-shirts. I think I wore the same shirt to taco mac for weeks in a row. (But to be honest it doesn't get much more awesome than a shirt with whale sharks on it. In grad school I wear t-shirts. Jeans. At home I get snowbound and wear running tights and sweatshirts. I wear tights and long skirts and fall asleep in them and wake up warm and confused. I put on a pair of jeans today for the first time since Tuesday. I just can't bring myself to wear nice clothes when the weather is awful and I'm not working. Remember when no one wore skinny jeans? Now I think about how much it would suck to have to wear jeans that go outside my boots when it's super slushy. The water would start on the cuff and travel upwards like a science experiment. Although skinny jeans tucked into boots didn't really do me any good two weeks ago when I got off the bus for school and stepped into an ankle-deep puddle with both feet. Before six hours of class. Because it's Rutgers and a quadrillion people go there no one laughed at me. They just ignored it. Weird.
I was doing great, concentration-wise for the first weeks of school. Now that I am getting deep into cupcake-plannery I feel kind of like Kenny.
S. Dodson: What's cooking in the kitchen, what's cooking in the kitchen, what's cooking in the kitchenn that rhymes with sigh?
Kenny: CAKE!
But replace that with--
Professor: What's an example of instantiation, what's an example of instantiation, what's an example of instantiationnnn in a library or knowledge center?
Me: FROSTING!
Kenny did the catchier version.
This picture has nothing to do with anything, except for the fact that I wanted to let everyone know that I still make the sad lobster face. Even at happy occasions.
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