Four days in.
On Monday I went to the community college that I'm taking classes at this semester to pick up books -- my outfit was pretty standard -- jean shorts, those opaque grey american apparel tights that everyone has, a white v-neck, a sweater, and my
Cole Haan's. Damn standard.
I'm going to set this up for you; the college is located directly in the middle of four large corn fields and all the buildings are the same brick and all have large white roofs, the only building that doesn't look like this is the bookstore because it's actually an old garage. So, I go in and have to get a student i.d. made this ends up looking like an old Courtney Love mugshot (circa Hole) and then have to print off my book list, but forget how to log onto the online learning portal so they send me to the library. The guy in the baseball cap makes it sound sooooo easy, "It's the brick building with the roof that looks like a circus tent, you can't miss it." Yes. You can.
After walking around for fifteen minutes I finally ask a boy in wranglers and a cowboy hat where the library is -- he points to the building right behind me. I walk into the library with my expensive tail between my legs and run right into the most beautiful boy in buffalo plaid, and didn't even talk to him.
In other news: FASHION WEEK.
How fierce was Marc Jacobs rtw?
