Trading In My Nikes For Doc Martins

      Wow, dead week is exactly what it says. There has been no sleeping on my behalf. Not that I ever got any in the first place, but I can really feel the stress of finals this week. Presentations, exams, paper writing, and court hearings. 

      With all of this going on you could imagine me in my usual attire, shorts, t-shirt, sweatshirt, and Nike's. But no, this week and last all I have worn is slacks and button down shirts *business attire.* So to all of you who see me on a regular basis would freak if you saw me in that. So I find it funny that the only people that see me dressed up are my classmates and professors, who don't see me outside of class.

      I can't help that I find it more comfortable to wear shorts to school, but I haven't even worn them once to school. Look at my growing up and whatnot. Ah the joys of growing up. 

      Who in the right mind though would wear high heels, a dress, and have her hair curled before 8 am. I have no idea if there is any drug or app you have but whatever it is I am enjoying life without it. Seriously, how do you do it? Oddly enough I don't ever say anything, I like to silently judge, but she doesn't. One day this week, Monday to be exact, she opened the wrong door. I was in my camo sweatshirt, jeans, and my camo Sanuks. 

      She proceeded to call me a hick, and asked me if I even own anything else besides camo and jeans? Oh girl, I do, and you need to relax. This chick thought she was funny, asking me how many innocent animals I have killed in my life. I couldn't help but tell her how many bunnies I have slaughtered with a golf club and how many gophers I have shot in a life time.

       By the looks on her face I thought her and her animal rights friends were gonna gang up on me. Little did they know that I had my big girl undies on today! And they matched, and yes they were camo! It may have been my inner redneck, or Florence, but I wasn't going to back down from this argument. I love these "arguments" they make my day. By the end of this argument I have no idea what I said, it was probably asking her about the cow she had to kill to see that purse. I swear this girl rolled her eyes so far back that she could see that little blonde brain of hers.
      Wow, now to change the subject a little, who in the Hades are all these people in the library. I never see you here. Then this chick on the third floor is shushing everyone? Girl you better back the freak up, the third floor is for people who want to talk. You are looking for the second floor where you can hear the drop of a pin. But for real, if she shushes me again I will throw her over that balcony. Hmm, I think I'll just type harder!
      Oh my sweet and sour chicken, they're going at it. Ladies and gentlemen coming to you live, this is Mel Flo and what I am witnessing is awesome. The shusher and another girl are seconds away from slapping. I say slapping because neither one of them look like they want to mess up their new manicures. WOAH profanity is flying, haha taking this to the stair way only makes your argument louder. Oh goodness, whoop there it is, the infamous hair flip. Yes, the shusher is picking up her stuff and leaving. I can tell that people want to applaud, but no one knows if they should. I think the look of approval everyone is giving her as she walks past is 100x better than a slow applaud ever.
      Well this week is looking better and better, I just can't wait until I go home. I'm seriously looking forward to a little bit of a stress free summer, like any other college student, or any student in general. And that is it folks, I am going home getting out of this super hott outfit and putting on some much more comfortable clothes. Yes by comfy I am putting on shorts and a sweatshirt. Glad to be leaving this library, and all the wackos in here.

Until next time yall,
This is Mel Flo signing out from the hole of Dead Week.
*tip your waiters, put on sunscreen, drink your OJ, and call your mamma*