Operation Stop Dressing Like an Undergrad for Thursday (day of Stats midterm, day of much fretting and cramming and perhaps passing the damn test):
Definitely concered with the comfy factor here: comfy red wedge boots, comfy jeans (ehr, so comfy that the waistband kept slipping down over my hips. Oops, propriety.), snuggly grey long-sleeved t-shirt, and deceptively adult looking blazer that is actually made out of cozy fleece.
The possible I'm-going-to-the-midterm-but-still-look-good factor was completely neutralized by my giant black messenger bag full of useless statistics notes, though.
Today: woke up and immediately went back to bed after consuming a handful of painkillers. I have never woken up with a headache (mini-migraine) that has laid me flat out at 8 am before, but it seems that there's a first time for all ailments. (I have been battling some severe headache demons this month, which is highly unusual for a girl who has, prior to this, generally suffered through only one minor headache every six weeks or so. My guess is brain tumor. If I can ever get an appointment with the UC Health Center, I will let them prove me wrong about the tumor if it might include a heavy-duty sedative prescription.)
Well, aside from all that, I did eventually have to get dressed. Much like Thursday, in the volume-on-the-bottom / cropped jacket on top:
Black cap-toe mary janes, charcoal wide-legged pants, long black tshirt, mustard cropped jackette. Generally worn with giant sunglasses this afternoon to stop the sunshine from entering my delicate brain.
(also: I suck at doing mirror photographs. And this super low-end Sanyo isn't doing me any favors. Need pretty shiny camera.)
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