At times like this, I wonder whether I should have started this blog as an anonymous blogger or not…
But ANYWHO, what’s the point of me blogging if I ain’t it gon be real?
Oh bee.tea.dubs, if you feel that this blog is TMI, click “x” at the corner of this page’s window pronto. Thank you douchelord.
As a friend once told me, “there’s no such thing as sleep in college”, which is ridiculously true. And even though I can easily pull an all nighter, after 5AM I feel that much rest is needed to be as productive the next day.
So last night, after a sleepless night from the night before and a fairly hectic day, I found love once again with my bed at 4 in the morning.
After snoozing my 8 alarms 5 times (because I’m guessing I did not hear the three that went off earlier), I managed to get myself out of bed ONLY to realize that I had class in TEN MINUTES!
Normally, I would wake up 45-40 mins before class, to get all did, but today was so bizarre! So I quickly got myself together, and was out the door and dowwwwwwn the elevator.
Unlike many of my other unfortunate airport incidents and other mis-haps that shall not be mentioned in this blog post, I was actually wearing better underwear with my leggings today. Kudos to me… and a blazer, that I was struggling to wear properly, as I made my way though my dorm.
But dear reader, before you go any further thinking “oh, so at least she is all warm, considering the fact that she is in Hatlanta and its friggin snowing. What a smart princess she is”
yeah… no.
I didn’t have a bra on.
-__-
In the rush I was in, I sprinted through the hall and flung open the door to my building just to be brutally raped by a harsh COLD wind.
FMD.
Luckily enough, I was adequately covered and warm in most areas, but OTHER PLACES!…
Lets just say that it was a good thing that the blazer was fairly thick in material, which GREATLY helped in making the obvious not so obvious.
On my way to class I crossed paths with a chick that was staring at my torso. Paranoid as I was, I immediately folded my arms and picked up my pace, then I realized that this chick was looking at my t-shirt that had The Beatles on… or so I hope to think.
Lesson Learned:
Ladies, dress for the weather, and don’t rush it. There’s a reason we take ages to get ready.
*Lowkey* Even though I did feel sooo free and like such a bad ass,
“No bra with that blouse, that’s so necessary” - Jay Z (change clothes ft. Pharrell)
kisses,
Princess Me
