Zumba may or may not be the death of me.. but at least its a creative way to die.
Guys, I ventured out. I went away from my life motto of accessorize instead of exercise and it was a success. I went to Zumba last night. I know there are many other things that would make sense to fill you in on, from a fashion perspective except I really don’t know where to start. I think my physical health sounds good.
I survived 14 songs of ridiculous dance routines and then passed out on my bed as a result. So much for having a life at night… I set an alarm to do home work, I picked out what I was going to wear..
I have been wearing dresses.. But that’s semi-typical. Today we had Mass of The Holy Spirit, so the dress was more appropriate. I like this whole churchy thing on a daily basis. My closet friends are all faith based, it’s somewhat of a breath of fresh air.
Back to dresses.
First day of school (like I’m 5) I wore a dress. Maroon with bows :). I felt so vintage. It was a forever 21 favorite, that was from our mall trip the day before. I had a bubble umbrella to top it off. Pearls and class.
Lots of breaths of fresh air… when you are used to people in constant sweat pants and pajama pants.
I did have the issue, that I figured I’d have to begin with.. I have to bring clothes home this weekend. I overpacked, my entire wardrobe. It’s the long weekend though so I’m taing advantage of the opportunity and refilling half the mini van with needless amounts clothing. Maybe I’ll actually feel as if I am moved into my house too once my clothes are there.
I switched roomates. Due to the fact that I do not believe in internet bashing and never know who will read this, I am just going to state that I am very happy with my new rooming scenario. She’s so nice and quiet.
Great change of pace.
I talk on behalf of the both of us.
And I know she is intimidated by my pink, glitter, and chaos on the opposite side of the room, but it will all take time to adjust to.
The homework hasn’t been as hard to adjust to as the social has been. I am not saying I miss my old home town (as previously stated in my last post), I just miss knowing what to expect. The people are all relatively nice though.
Maybe too nice?
I need to stop thinking everyone has ulterior motives. It is ridiculously pessimistic.
Just accept change. Think with loads of optimism. Blast the music.
Take a breath of fresh air.