This was basically the worst day of my life.

It all began last night when I didn't go to bed until at least 3am finishing my huge paper. If I could, I'd be in bed by 9:30 every night. Anyways, I was exhausted. The next day was not any better. I had an important meeting that morning at 8 followed by class at 9 (when I had to turn in the paper) then class at 10... blah blah blah.


Well according to Natalie Howard, I was awake at 6:45 and sent her a text to that effect. I, on the other hand, have NO recollection of this. The first thing I remember this morning was looking at my phone and it reading 

8:53

I jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth, printed my paper to the Nowlin Center and started RUNNING to class. Walked in late. Wasn't until I sat down and caught my breath that I realized I was in my yoga pants and oversized t-shirt that I had been sleeping in, frizz central hair and glasses on. I think, it's whatever, it's college, I look ridiculous but I can run back to the apartment before chapel and change. THINK AGAIN. 

Moriah Willing texts me during my 10 o'clock to remind me (being the sweet friend that she is) that today is the "chapel scene" from the opera this weekend. KILL ME. 

She was kind enough to run to my closet and grab my outfit to wear. Of course, she grabbed the shortest dress I own, and of course, I get backstage and realize I'M NOT WEARING UNDERWEAR. {to clarify, I normally wear underwear.} There is absolutely no way I can go onstage. One swift move and I'd be expelled from OC for indecent exposure. 

You guessed it. I wore my dress, heels, frizzy hair, no makeup and glasses WITH YOGA PANTS underneath. This all happened before 11:30. 

Unfortunately, my bad day didn't end there, but I'm not going to bore you with the rest.