had some delicious ice cream time with the gorgeous Olivia. then i was off to the library to finish my essay on social contructivist theory and how it can be used to explain the unification of western europe. @nadiya
i silently sipped my coffee while skimming through the morning paper. Kofi annan's resignation from UNs special envoy to syria had the international political world in a frenzy. i read the editorial a few times before putting down the paper. gazing aimlessly i started to think of ways to incorporate Annan's action into my upcoming research paper for my IR class. it took awhile for me to realize i had been staring at a guy across the coffee shop. a rather cute guy, if i may add. he smiled at me and went back to doing whatever he was doing. i gathered my stuff, tossed the my garbage in the trash and headed to class. on my way into the building i see a gorgeously tall guy walking towards me. dressed causally with a leather satchel slung over he raised a hand to brush his hair back. his gorgeous dark blond hair. as we crossed each other i caught him peaking down my sheer blouse. easy eye candy. one of the benefits of being a tall guy i thought to myself.
inside the lecture hall i choose a seat in the first row. call me a nerdy, i can't concentrate anywheere else. i slip off my jacket and pull out a notebook. ready for the first class of the semester. "is this seat taken" i look up and lo and behold. the tall golden haired douche who crossed my path a few mins ago was sheepishly peering down at me. "nope. i dont think so" "thank you" what sort of person says thank you to that?" i thought to myself. the rest of the lecture went off without a hitch. the prof, a yale phd toting lady, proved to be very interesting. midway though the the douche leans in a whispers, "youve got nice handwriting" i grimace and glance down at the chicken scratch i call my handwriting. "thanks, i've always considered it pretty shitty." i steal a glace at his notepad and almost burst out laughing. compared to his writing which seemed almost illegible mine looked like beautiful cursive.
Autumn Ritz (23) samisglam Major: Politics Appearance: Coco Rocha Autumn has a gaggle of followers always at her heels despite her cold, ice-queen personality. Shes very charismatic and into politics. You can find Autumn in classic designer goods such as a tailored Chanel suit or Louis Vuitton purse. She loves seizing power and taking leadership. She has a soft spot for irresistible European men. (Who doesnt?!) Some may call her a power-obsessed bitcch, but Autumn is just going after what she really wants. She kind of wants the whole world in her hands. I stepped out of the taxi. a magnificent gothic inspired structure building rose before me. Montrose Lily university. Time to forget canada. home of maple flavored bacon, free healthcare, and a hockey player who stole my heart. "you going to just stand there all day or do you want your lugage?" the taxi drivers voice jerked me out of my thoughts. "erm, yes. i do." i repled. "could you possibly help me with it" i flashed a demure smile. "yeah, i'll help ya" he huffed as he got out of his taxi.
i looked back at the building. taking in the scene. students were milling around. leaves were turning crisp. maybe things will change now that I here. after all I already knew one person in the city. adam.
+ or pair it with a lovely full skirt dress and a clutch
+ I usually keep my make-up simple all year round. just a dash of color on my lip, a swipe of mascara, and some NARS orgasm blush on my cheeks. thats about it. however, lately i've added Maybelline BB cream to my routine. i must admit its worked wonders on my skin.