and sunday comes afterwards

Irrelevant story time. Ready folks? Of course you are! You're always ready for my irrelevant stories. (In my books, irrelevant is very synonymous with it's-okay-you-can-continue-skipping-ahead-and-I-won't-be-offended. Just saying.) My bed is situated high - like a bunk bed, but without the bottom bunk. Yup, it's trippy. So, being the brilliant genius that I am (duh), I place my alarm clock way in the other side of the room. What does this mean? Well, thank you for showing interest in my irrelevant story. It means that when I hear beep beep beep (i.e. my alarm clock), I am forced to jump of my bed - risking serious injuries or possible mutations to the body- and sprint at cheetah-esque speeds to stop this irritable noise, whilst waking up. Fool proof genius plan?

WRONG. Don't worry. I was like you. Thinking to myself, "Wow, Lexy. You're so brilliant. All these kids constantly pressing that darn "snooze" button. Sleeping in. But YOU don't conform to that. It's like BAM. Beep beep beep. You're up." But, you know. Life doesn't go as planned. And, consequently, I end up popping back up into my bed, constantly repeating the whole plausible injury thing. Or, you know, just sleeping on the floor curled into the freezing cement floor with my rat. (*I don't actually have a cement floor. Or a rat.)

Um. This is literally the worst story ever. So if you read all that, just say "rats rock" or something in your comment. Because, you know, if rats rock then YOU ROCK TOO. Anyways, the moral of the story is... I set my alarm for 9:00 AM-ish on Sunday. But I woke up BEFORE then. I.e. Not by alarm, but by SUNSHINE. This is a sign for a great day.

Therefore, if you don't risk plausible injuries or sleeping with rats whilst waking up (i.e. you wake up before the alarm), then it will be a GREAT day.

I wore an easy outfit today. Aw, look at me all grown' up. Snipping scissors and hoisted dresses and pinned hems used to be my long skirts' best friend. But not any more. I love them for who they are! Long! Babezzz.


I went on a rather lengthy bike ride whilst in the skirt. It kept grazing my ankle. Consequently, this lead to multiple - yes, multiple - "ZOMG MY SKIRT IS FALLING DOWN AH AH AH." Literally, would screech my bike. Spazz in the biggest way possible, like I was swatting imaginary swarms of bees attacking my ankles. And then realizing that, hey, that's what a long skirt does! Um, obviously I remained, you know, chill and nonchalant during the duration of these, ahem, momentary spazzims.

Below is the most AMAZING BELT EVER. I bought in Nepal. You guys know how I'm really cheap? Yup. Of course you do. Well, for some reason, my cheapness amplified whilst in Nepal. The guy gave the price for this belt - it translated to be something like $15. I said no. The guy started following me. It's so annoying when they do it, but I'm secretly super grateful! Thank you, my new friend! Your persistence was both annoying and successful, leaving us both with smiles on our faces. Win.


Sister: "Um, why do you have a ribbon on your foot?" I really couldn't answer that. Maybe because I'm a gift to the world? (lolz, I kidz.)

Anyways, I certainly treated this Sunday - er, entire weekend - like the summer time. Waking up to sunshine. Going on long bike rides. Drawing and painting. Not doing any work. Epitome of a solid LAZY DAY. (The only unfortunate side effect to this lifestyle is, um, when you have work! Gah.)

(Skirt - Vintage $5, Shirt - Value Village/ Thrifted $5, Belt - Nepal, Shoes - Aldo, Jewelry - Assorted, Hat F21)

So, I don't know about you guys... but SUMMER PLEASE COME SOONER. I have zero motivation. I can't seem to work in class. I can't seem to work outside of class. Whenever I'm in class, I say, "Oh, I'll do my work outside of class." Whenever I'm outside of class, I say, "Oh, I'll do my work in class." Booger. Everything I'm doing right now JUST SEEMS SO IRRELEVANT. I'm literally accidentally rolling my eyes to everything. It's a mad workout.

LEXY PULL THROUGH. STOP BLOGGING AND OPEN YOUR BOOKS. MAKE YOURSELF SEE THE IMPORTANCE IN LOGARITHMS BECAUSE IT IS IM.. IM... IMPORT- ah. I can't do this. I am taking a shower and eating some sympathy chocolate and then studying for my stupid APExamThatIShouldHaveNeverSignedUpForButICantGetADamnRefundPoo.

How do you spend your "lazy days"?


^ Daisy is looking dirty. Did you see her in the picture above this one? It's like a WHERE IS WALDO. Yup. Way cool.