there is a little Parisian...

lurking inside each of us. So says one very illuminated senior of mine...

So I'm sitting in C-shop, enjoying a warm blueberry muffin, wearing a skirt for the first time since I stepped in UofC, and listening to my classical music. And I thought to myself, this is life! All I needed was a little cigar (but nah smoking's bad for you) and a tres chic chapeau (but nah they're poser *ahem*).

edit: this is stupid, i went back to my room so no one can see my skirt. and 2 guys today haved asked me, what's that thing you're wearing?