It's a wonderful life.
Oh, it’s snowing again …
And a girl with cat ears came to my dorm and asked if I would like to buy Valentine’s Day flowers for someone else on campus.
Straight up.
I bought a spiral notebook for $6.99 today. This is how people become broke. This is what happens when your resources are numbered.
It’s apparently supposed to snow late tonight and all day tomorrow. I like how weather.com, which is incredibly accurate as of late, posts winter advisories — like I should be surprised. Two to four inches? Should I really be concerned? I don’t think so.
I’m expecting it to snow in May, at this point. And I’m okay with that.
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21 Things I Learned In My 21st Year 
My latest CollegeCandy contribution. My birthday is on the 24th of this month — let’s call this my yearly reflection.
You speak Prada?
Every time I see this movie and she talks about her mother making her buy the ugly brown shoes, when she wants the sparkly ones … I reminisce (with a cringe upon my face). Here is my Rebecca Bloomwood story: When my mom first moved my sister and I to Georgia, she bought me a peacoat from American Eagle. Oh, the unforgettable oversized peacoat that has changed my fashion life (which is pretty nonexistent at this date) — forever.
See, being from California, my sister and I never had peacoats. We never needed them, but upon moving to Georgia, having a ‘heavy winter coat’ was a necessity. Yeah, I know a lot of people like American Eagle and their coats aren’t necessarily cheap, but God, that peacoat was a nightmare.
Every single time I wore it (probably from November until March) from the time I was in sixth grade until eighth grade (why is it that the ugliest thing in the world seems to last a lifetime?), I felt awful and terrible about myself. Although clothes don’t change a persons being, being a young girl, it only added to my self-consciousness and concept of body-image.
It was too big. The sleeves slanked down well past my fingers, and my shoulders looked like a football players. I used to think of ways to get rid of the peacoat, so I would have to get a new one. However, I never went through with any of my iniquitous plans because I knew my mom couldn’t afford to go buy me something else, and in all honesty, I partially feared she would go and put me through peacoat Hell again.
Luckily now, I have three peacoats I change out. Two from Express, one pink and one black. A longer, knee length coat from JCrew — which I bought after Christmas last year. That’s about as close as my real life relation comes to anything resembling a chick flick in today’s society. There you go, my twenty-one-year-old fictional fashion story come to life, lived and experienced by my cringe-worthy twelve year old self.
What’s your worst fashion memory?
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