Ahh. The second week of classes. The thing I love about the first week of class is that Caitlin and I wake up an hour and a half before classes begin, shower, blowdry, straighten our hair, do our makeup, and plan matching outfits from shoes to jacket. The second week begins the dangerous backslide to waking up 10 mins before class starts, putting on jeans and a hoodie over whatever you slept in and booking it with a granola bar.

I'm sure that by the end of the semester, my classmates wonder what happend to the pretty girl and why a greasemonkey has taken her seat. Its cool. It happens. I'm cute, even when all I wear is my gimmie kiss hoodie and the same jeans over and over.

Speaking of my gimmie kiss hoodie, I hate when I have to explain it. Its my favorite hoodie, even if the joke started with him. I like kisses and hearts and pigs. Even if I did tell my pop culture class that I kiss pigs, I'm not going to retire it just yet. Even though I should, due to the nasty stain on it. Fucking greasy french fries.