Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe.

It’s almost like anticipating my homework is so much worse than doing it.

I woke up this morning, missed mass at 9 initially so I went to 11, and felt a storm of stress pressing down on me. I let it ruin my day, and sure 90% of my day was filled with homework, but I survived didn’t I?

And I got done more than I expected. Remember that To-do list I posted a few blogs back? Well if you don’t, I suggest you subscribe so that you never miss a beat ;), but I made a dent in that list! *applause*

And now you know what I am making a dent in? Cookies and Cream icecream.

It’s phenominal. Don’t judge me.

My molar? Cap thing? Fell out. And I’ve had a stuffed face (sinuses, nose, and ears haha) for the last what seems like an eternity, so this ice cream feels heavenly and I just had an epiphany. I can actually taste it.

It’s 9:17! I am in AWE to say that it is a high possibility I will not be studying for my business organization quiz (I’ve given up honestly) and will be in bed before nine. After I’m done blabbering about my life and playing Marilyn Monroe by Nicki Minaj¬† (it’s so good. so easy to relate to, which says a lot from a non-rapp loving preppy)¬† for the 10th time in a row I believe I am going to move on with my brilliant ideas for fashion camp and gawk at all things glittery on Oriental Trading.

These 9-11 year olds are going to be the most fashionable girls since I was their age.

I’m the one on the end, just in case you’re blind (: and oh, I was in my prime during this photo. Nine and as naive as they come. I’ll take that back any day.

Anybody want to trade? Ask your kids. The only thing I would like is to be allowed to pick out my own clothes. I was never big on someone forcing me into overalls (my mother wasn’t exactly as blessed in the naturally gifted style department as I am…) and I still wouldn’t be.

I do like the pre-matched sets you can buy at Ralph Lauren for girls though.

Very preppy.

Just a note. (;

This photo from Ralph Lauren is how cute I THOUGHT I looked in my roses dress.

Little did I know I would look back on all of my younger wardrobe and not feel the same love. I’m learning with age though, 1/3rd of my wardrobe is absolutely classy.

The other 2/3rds? Are perfect when mixed with the other third but if I was honestly completely happy with my wardrobe, why would I still be making mall trips?

It’s simply coincidental that the fabulous third is all my hand wash and delicates.

Thank God I’m not going away to college. My mother is a wonderful person for addressing those.

(insert imaginary photo of her here, she hates pictures :()

Love you all, almost as much as her.

Allison

Call it a curse, or just call me blessed. If you can’t handle my worst, you aint getting my best. Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt.

 

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