Saturday Morning

Maybe it’s that I’m going on 21, but I am such an old person.

No really. My biggest hope is that I can sleep past 8:30 on a Saturday morning.
Whatever happened to the days of my mom dragging my out of bed at 10 on the weekends? *sigh* so no sleeping in of course leads to bike rides. The weather is still incredibly bi-polar at the moment but it was warm enough for me to go out without a coat on which is good enough for me at the moment.

of course everyone in the neighborhood was asleep except for some random girl who came out and asked me if I was waiting for someone. uh-no. I believe it’s quite obvious I am taking photos for my blog – duhhh.

Oh and I’m wearing destroyed boyfriend jeans, studded belt and striped cowl-neck tee from Gap, vintage sunglasses and Franco Sarto heels.

oh and I can’t help but brag about how smart I am (or really, how averagely and maybe slightly below intelligent I am). After fighting with my tripod to stay in the bike basket I got fed-up and unhooked the basket straps and made a make-shift tripod bike harness.

I’m so darn smart it’s like ridiculous sometimes.