I have to admit that one of the aspects of uni that I'm hating at 7:20 in the morning is not the morning classes, as one might expect, but the matter of clothing. In my sleepy state this morning, I pondered as to why I couldn't go to uni in my bath towel. No worries though, I woke up from my stupor. Although the thought of wearing just a simple towel to uni really does appeal to me. Besides the impracticality of the arrangement (i.e. said towel falling down and causing scene) the whole thing about wearing just one simple garment without the hassle of wearing clean, okay-looking clothes is just awesome. Just what happened to those days of wearing leaves and bear skins?
Don't these people look positively happy in their garb?
Coming back to the main topic, wearing clothes is a bother. Especially since most of the girls in my lectures seem to look really... fresh and good-looking? WHAT'S WITH THAT. Especially the law girls with their Gucci bags and gladiator sandals! It's like they want to make me look like a slob.
In any case, I like uni, I guess. I'm going to attempt to make friends tomorrow night at the debating dinner. Hopefully, fingers crossed, the future boyfriend will be there. He'll be sparkling under the soft tones of the lights with his splendid blonde hair carelessly ruffled and arms lightly tanned from playing sport. There he shall smile softly at me and we shall talk the night away, until he will offer to drive me home. Woot. Just had a thought, it's going to be pitch black when I get back. Maybe I should get a taxi home or something, if Mr. Boyfriend happens to have a cold/broke his leg and makes a no-show tomorrow night. Hmm. Something to ponder surely tonight.
