My crisis before Classics, liek omg.

I straightened my hair. For kicks.

Alas, my hair takes a while to calm down from such trauma, and so, despairing at its thick fuzzy glory, I donned a hat before hurrying outside. I really can’t afford to miss anymore Classics lectures, hurrr.

Now I usually feel conspicuous enough with straight hair, but a hat as well? Overwhelmingly so! So my day was spent cringing and feeling wildly self-conscious. Hoping people weren’t thinking things like, “STRAIGHT HAIR? A HAT? WHAT MADNESS IS THIS. OMG WHAT WAS SHE THINKING.” I was eavesdropping for this even, and every time I heard someone laughing I was certain it was at me. Woe.

Throughout all this I was texting my friend (oh heyyyy~). She said nice things and asked for a photo. “If I haven’t died of shame by the end of the day, then sure!”

I’m sorry you can’t really see the hat properly, but I’m not persisting, aha! How can fashion bloggers can take photos of themselves without dying inside?

I should have made a background check before grabbing my camera: yes, I relapsed – I drink Coke again (it’s magnificent). And yes, that’s a can of frosting IT’S NOT WHAT YOU THINK, I LIKE BAKING OKAY. And yes, that’s a dinner plate; I had mince that was a week past its best-by date. It smelled unusual when I was cooking it, but as of yet I’m still alive. Gosh, I have lived through so much today.

You’ll be relieved to know that Classics was worth this stress, by the way! There were gladiators were fighting their huge penises which had turned into panthers.

(Cool story, bro.)