Today was my last critique of the semester; I have one more exam due on Thursday, and then it’s HOME FREE, BABAY. I had enrolled my workoholic self in a summer course, but when the weight of the fact that it starts NEXT WEDNESDAY finally hit me like a ton of essays in June, I dropped that sucker and enrolled for the fall, instead. I think my frazzled mind will thank me when I’m sippin’ the courvoisier in my sexy eighties-babe bikini, instead of lugging my 543894385903 pound art history book around for half the summer. Although all that book-slinging would have been good for toning my sexy eighties-babe arms. In any case, when I get all my portfolios back, I’ll totally put up some of my work, so I can wax poetic about what an artiste I am, and the internet can laugh at my pretentiousness.
Gratuitous outfit spam: vest + pants + necklace: Salvation Army, blouse: clothing exchange at school, boots: Goodwill, belt: Hospice Thrift Shop
Over and out.
