Gchat statuses: (On the rare occasion that I am visible on Gchat)
1. Justin Bieber obviously doesn't know what a lady ought to smell like because his perfume STINKS!
2. Lies strangers tell me: "Has anyone ever told you that you look like a Kardashian?" (An employee at the O'Hill C3 Wednesday afternoon.)
To sum up the week in a single sentence:
"Yoga Pants Friday" becomes "Yoga Pants Always."
Bits and bobs:
The peak time to run into everyone you know at the gym seems to be around 5 p.m. -- and that's saying a lot for someone like me who seems to run into my professors everywhere (I have seen Dean Woo at Fashion Square and my Calc II professor on about a dozen locations. He's even sat next to me on the trolley once. Awkward!). All the more reason to avoid the gym because running shorts (the windbreaker kind) are THE most unflattering bottoms in existence (up there with harem pants).
Summer 2010 outside Kluge-Ruge