I'm With The Band.

Cropped print t-shirt, Forever 21. Black skirt, Urban Outfitters. Cheetah print tights, H&M. Red bag, Indiska. Bright orange suede wedges, Nelly.com. Lipstick, "Are you red-dy" (LOL, as the kids say these days) by Maybelline.

(Photos by my wonderful friend and soon-to-be classmate Anna!)

Yep. My shirt says "I'M WITH THE BAND". Yep. It's corny. But it's also a loving nudge at the 18 year old Annika who was 100% certain she could never, ever fall in love with someone who didn't play the guitar in an indie band (she - allright, I - actually used to walk around in a cut-off t-shirt that said "Support local music - Sleep with a musician". I knooow! Spare me the judgement!).

These photos were taken in a rush early this morning by the extremely efficient Anna, who managed to take no less than two-hundred-and-eighty-four photos in five minutes. I'm no math wiz, but I believe that's almost a photo per second. Naturally, most of them looked like this:

...but, as you can see above, she also got a couple of decent ones. I decided that she passed the test, and hired her on the spot to be my official School Outfit Photographer this fall!

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Okay, that was just my weird way of letting you know that today, Anna found out that she got in to the same creative writing course as the one I'm going to be in, so in two weeks we're going to become classmates. I am sooooo excited to have such a good friend in my class, and I truly can't wait for the term to start! It's been over three years since I graduated from University and I really didn't think I'd miss school nearly as much as I do. Not my specific program, just... school in general.

I miss the books, the lectures, the teachers, the endless cups of cheap coffee - and I never  thought I'd say this, but I even miss getting up early in the morning! Sleeping until late does get a little old after a while - it's hard to appreciate something when you're not reminded now and again what it's like without it. So, yeah, I'm looking forward to having to get up at six thirty, packing my satchel full of books, leaving the house at dawn, when the air is still crisp from the night. Nodding off at the commuter train, hiding my yawns from the professors so they won't think I find what they're talking about boring, falling asleep in front of the tv right after dinner.

I know, I know, after only a few weeks I will regret ever writing these words. But then at least I'll learn to be grateful for the luxury of sleeping until ten every morning!