Day 136: TGIM ?

     Leopard print tank top, grey cardigan, jeans, TOMS.
     Thank God Its Monday.  Oh wait, just kidding.  I can officially say Monday is by far the worst day of the week.  I feel like crap, thank you for asking.  Today was the first day back from spring break 2012.  I had a blast doing nothing for my week off.  It was a good time.  Now I have school, and its that phase in school when teachers are really pumped about being back from break and starting to learn again, but you know that in a week or two it'll be back to their lazy ways and movie days.
      I feel bad for teachers, they have to deal with not only their cruddy Monday, but 180 student Mondays on top of that.  That's, like, 180 headaches to deal with in one day.  I'm not even a teacher and I get that many student headaches!  I'm so irrelevant to the student body... I need friends.

Day 135: It Begins

Italia sweatshirt, runnin shorts, tshirt, hat, sandals with socks.
Tourist day, if you were curious.
Tomorrow is the end of spring break. Which means Im too depressed for creative expression.

Day 134: Almost Friday...

Nike dri-fits, crew neck.
My poor baby Augie, my little poodle, hurt his leg this morning before morning practice. I was so mortified by this experience that I was late for practice! I was driving in the dark at 5:30am and suddenly realized I didnt pack any clothes for school. Good. So, I managed with what I had and ended up looking like I had just ce back fr a hard workout, hoch I guess technically was true. Everybody wins. Except my dog...

Day 133: Real Life

Black high waisted skirt, sparkly shirt, sandals.
For 133 days Ive been talking about myself or thing about myself that describe me or my lifestyle or my intrests, or whatever. The odd thing, though, is that I dont think anybody would be able to read in between the lines or what or who Im talking about in my posts. Just like there is an alterior motive to the actions you do, there is always someone I want to read a specific post, even if I know he or she wont read it. Think about that...

Day 132: Touchy

     Maxi skirt, pink shirt, purple tank top.
     I hate when people touch me.  I didnt used to be so hypersensitive about people touching me but now I am.  Its weird.  Dont hug me or poke me or pet me.  I dont like it.  Only my best friends can do that, and my future boyfriend who does not yet exist.  Thank you for your courtesy.

Day 131: Mistakes

Bicycle hipster shirt, pants.
Sometimes there are thing that we do in life that we regret. They dont even have to be big things, just things we look back on and wish happened differently. I sometimes wish I could go back. I had the perfect oppurtunity sitting right in front of me I was just too scared to take it. He had a little crush on me, and I had a crush on him. He pursuded it and I denied him. Looking back I was actually really mean to him. Now I wish I could take it back because other girls want him but I promise you that I would treat him better. Too late I suppose.

Day 130: IM SORRY.

Red dress, TOMS, grey sweater.
If I dont have longer posts or all my pictures up by Friday, you may slap me in the face.