Procrastinator

Today, I pictured myself in plastic.

Joy, ohhh, joy.

You'll note the tastefull combination of fish net, ra-ra skirt, knee high boots, pink-ish fake-cashmere-real-acrylic jumper, academic looking scarf (I avoided green and white stripes, just not to be mistaken for a Celtic supporter), with a surprisingly clean labcoat thrown on top, in a not-trying-too-hard kind of way. Holding dearly on a vat of cafeine, with a clearly happy face, smirking a bit, in an academic like surrounding, sporting the silliest of hats [hated it, every single minute of it]. Oh, happy graduation memories, everyone dressed up, but me, in my jeans and trainers, having my parents in toe, following me like a couple of kids lost in a supermarket. This beautiful family friendly occasion should be re-enacted ohh too soon, if everything goes according to plans [and it never does].

I  . can't .  wait  . (not)

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