I understand why they say high school never ends.

Walking to class this morning (too early, might I add), the sky was just this flat pane of icy grey. It was so ominous and unwelcoming that I felt instantly colder and even more unhappy that I was out of bed. When I finally got out of my morning classes, I walked outside only to be pelted by the tiniest, angriest little flurries that ever fell. And how I longed for shorts and flip flops and feeling the sun on the skin of my arms and my face. Instead, I wore this:



JCrew sweatshirt. Zara jeans. Minnetonka moccasins. Gifted scarf and bracelet. Garage tank. Fossil Watch.

Keeping it casual. I bought the moccasins, my first pair, before fall semester started and they're seriously the most comfortable things ever aside from my monstrous furry slipper boots that I wear inside. The sweatshirt is a favorite of mine, the shawl collar makes it feel more grown-up than your standard hoodie. Please excuse my hair. I don't want to talk about it.