An Appearance Meltdown

Today was probably one of the worst lazy days of my life.

I woke up at noon, put on windpants, the C-2 crush pary shirt I slept in and my chewed on Ariat boots. Without looking in the mirror once, I swept my hair up into a tiny sumo-wrestler pony tail and rushed out to the waiting truck for class.

Maybe the odd looks on the way into Zachry should've given it away, but no, I singlemindly sauntered into class and participated in the day's discussion.

It wasn't until I finally walked by a window on my way to Starbucks that I realized I looked like a hobo, and not in a good way at all. So after grabbing my coffee I decided it was time for a change. I was not doing myself justice by dressing to this standard. I'm sure my long-suffering boyfriend would agree, I'm just too lazy and complacent to actually get ready and look presentable for the day ahead.

Well no longer are the t-shirts and jeans acceptable as everyday attire, perhaps every once and a while of course, but from now on a new Muffin will emerge from my front each morning, one that is dressed appropriately to a senior in college with dreams of law school.