Day 69: Saved by the Brick.

"You smell like a baby prostitute."

-Janis Ian in Mean Girls (2004)

This might be the worst picture I have ever posted onto my blog but, desperate times call for desperate measures. Posting the days post at 7:15 am the day after it one of these occurrences.

Tuesday and I are good friends. Classes were easy, I aced both of my tests, choir was a "Hey! We are all going to get diabetes because of all of these sweets!" fest, and then I continued the trend of sugar intake while making peanut butter rice krispie treats with my friend Alex while listening to the most wonderful jazz music on record.

Empfohlener Verkaufspreis!

Rehearsal with the orchestra and walking in the rain with Alec were also highlights but nothing with beat the apples-to-apples experience that was shared in this house. I forget how much I love that game and how incredible annoying my laugh can get in between inside jokes and Adolf Hitler.

The outfit that passed out of Henry's couch included the dress worn in true form with a GoodWill plaid over top belted with a vintage belt, grey Target tights, burnt orange socks from my mother's closet, the fugliest shoes I own, moccasin boots with excessive fringe from UrbanOutfitters, and a hand knit cream hat.

Hey! Today was my Friday! What a wonderful long weekend this will be. Belly, get ready because in T-minus two days I am getting you food pregnant. Be prepared to be knocked up!