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I Wear Clothes

I wear clothes. Yep! It's a true statement! But ever since I've gotten down here, I've been trying to make more of an effort to not live in my baggy tshirts. And it's been really fun! I'm nowhere near fashion blogger status, and I have to take all these pictures myself because all my roommates are gone by the time I put clothes on. But yeah! I thought I had some pretty cute outfits this week!

Sorry they're all sideways. I'm too lazy to flip them.


It rained the first time this day! I was so warm with my scarf, and my umbrella's my new best friend! I can't believe I've never used one until this week. I also was one of the only cashiers in the bookstore that day, which was really fun! I was busy the whole time and the shift went really fast! When my lead clocked me out he was shocked that I'd done 300 transactions. I felt pretty awesome. And my friends visited me, they kept me entertained.

On Thursday, we got Mexican food. They never have any in the cafeteria and I'm used to eating it pretty frequently so when I saw a mexican food truck, I got some! It was the best smothered burrito in my life. The lady asked me what kind of meat I wanted, and there were about six kinds and I freaked out because I didn't know the differences. Luckily the bestby was there. I got chicken by the way. He got some weird turtle sandwich.


Yay! Mexican food!!!!!

But by far the most exciting outfit this week, was todays. Back in high school, a group of friends and I would always wear crazy socks on Fridays. I wanted the tradition to continue after I graduated but was doubtful because I didn't wear very many crazy socks senior year. Well imagine my surprise when I got on facebook and saw that my school was having a Rock Sock Friday. I was so happy! My dreams have come true!

So even though I had to dress professional for my classes today, I still rocked some socks thank you very much. It took me about thirty minutes to figure out how to get all of me in this picture by the way. 

So that was my week! I wore clothes. And I'm going to wear clothes again next week too. 
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