She works hard for the money...

Hi there, my name is Alex and I kind of look like a mujeres de noche. Just practicing my Spanish, no big deal.

I believe that means lady of the night... or hooker. In my defense it's been 8 years since I took Spanish in high school, and we didn't cover terms for sex workers, if you can believe it.

It was a little chilly at 8 a.m. when I left for class, so I put on these knee socks. I never cease to be amazed how bare legs with a short dress and wedges can look so much more modest than when knee socks are added into the equation. I feel this is borderline vulgar. Why are oversized socks such a sexually explicit item of clothing?

I feel like I am always wearing sunglasses or looking away... this is my face. Say hi to anyone who might read this, Face.

My face is kind of scrunched up because it is so super bright outside, but I reckon you get the gist.

You know what's weird? Every time I mention something I'm excited about on this little guy, it never ends up happening.

Por ejemplo, I mentioned wanting to go to Tombstone once. On the Sunday I would have gone, my truck gave up on life.

Then I was excited about MEATLOAF DAY!!!! But Bahb and I couldn't end up getting together until like 8 p.m. that night, so an hour worth of prep time was not going to happen. We ended up having amazing sausages and mac n' cheese and Butter Tastin' though, so no complaints.

And finally, Mexico! I was actually starting to get really excited because you guys were great at talking me down from my irrational fears (I appreciate it so much!) and then... BOOM... finals are in two weeks and I need every waking weekend moment to study.

Bahb said we can go as soon as finals are over, which might be better. You know, give me a sun-drenched, margarita-soaked light at the end of the tunnel.

Jeez, something definitely not helping to lessen to tarty vibe to this outfit is the pink polka dot bra strap sticking out... oh no! I'm a lady!

Dress: Urban Outfitters (Urban Renewal)

Knee Socks: Target

Purse: Dooney & Bourke from the Goodwill by my house

Necklace: rhodium plated sterling silver from Target

(What's that? Inert metal coating at Target's prices? Score.)

Shoes: Nanette Lepore for Keds

So a long time before I used to take pictures of myself in what I wear on a daily basis, I used to leave the house in things without really knowing how it translated.

Case in point: I wore this to meet Bahb's parents for the first time. In retrospect, it might have looked like their son just brought an escort along to dinner, but, eh, what're you going to do?

So as I sit here typing this, eating my lunch of a burrito in a bag I am reminded of something else from the night I met Bahb's parents. We were chatting before the food arrived, and keep in mind that I was pretty nervous still, when his mom asked me what my favorite type of foods are.

This is the type of question like "what's your last name?" and "where did you grow up?" that you should have an idea how to answer without too much hesitation. But I freaked out, started stuttering and just blurted out "burritos in a bag!" And they just politely smiled at me and carried the conversation in another direction.

So yeah, it's not a terrible story, but I still cringe when I think about it. And here I am eating a burrito in a bag wearing the very same outfit I met them in. There is a certain type of comfort in the linearity of life.

Siiiigh. Nom nom nom nom. I do love these damn burritos though.

Have great days anyone who might see this :)