180. Fashion Police
I felt like crap today.
Oh you know.
The artist in me that had to stay up till one in the God damn morning to finish my family portrait. I'll post that later on here and mumble it too. Anyways, it was bad enough that I went to bed at like 1:30, but the madness didn't end there.
I kept tossing and turning all night, my mind flowing with creative ideas for stories, random thoughts, and the very frequent day/night dreams of 1D. When I say day/night dreams, I mean I have day dreams of 1D and think about them before bed. If I try to control what happens in my not-sleeping-day-dream-but-at-night dream, I never fall asleep.
Looks like I've forgotten why I was writing in the first place.
This morning I threw on sweatpants and a t-shirt. My brother walked in and asked, "Are you wearing that to school?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
To which he replied, "That," he motioned towards my outfit. "Is a fashion don't."
"I was a textiles major so-"
"Yeah you were. Not anymore."