Mathing time be over.

Now that the interestingness of my summer is completely over I feel like I’m not really going to be interesting anymore. There were two sessions of attempts to bring haute couture to the dorm rooms, numerous attempts to finish homework and get enough sleep…and 3 attempts to do summer French, -0 of them being successful. I don’t really have a lot to say about these. . .That fabulous green halter is my fabulous roomate Vivian's..... . .those are her shades, and my everything else. And that orange tie dye turban is the awesome nerd shirt that everybody said they hated but actually loved to death.

Er the other more bustier like thing is a suite-mate’s. . .from good old average AE. And everything else is the same. I mean I don’t have much to say about fashion and that…it was just really fun. When you live with people who do the same things as you, you just get so much closer and everybody’s a really big happy family. . .and then camp’s over and then things happen. . .and then I get a headache. I’m so coherent, I know....but like yeah I had a taste of complex life and didn't like it so now I cleared the complexity.

OH OH OH OH OH. While on a cliché trip to them Ivy Leagues, me and my friend stop by at UO and I find good deals. . .only to have to return empty handed back to the mathers because the line for purchase was too long. Fail much?

I'll upload the less pretty ones later. When I've done more of my work.

Oh and I got a lookbook thingy. YAY YAY YAY.