Courtney, you know you done fucked up, right? 

Bros, the only thing hanging in my closet of the purple persuasion…I wore today. What an asshole. I was in such a rush to get to class this morning, I didn’t even stop to think about what I was throwing on. No joke, all I have is a purple flannel that’s actually not even 100% purple. It’s a purple, goldish, grayish, mutt mixture. I call it my Laker Flannel. Well, a friend, who probably has Spalding tattooed on her eyelids, gave it the fitting name during one of her many drunken stupors. But I digress. I don’t know what I was thinking. You know, I could just tell people that I wanted to be Hipster Cat for a day and celebrate the cause a day early. On the other hand, I could just make do with my purple iPod that’s sporting a purple skin. For the finale, I could swing around my purple umbrella like Rihanna-with no chance of showers. Sure, it’s shitty and a bit of a disregard for the rules, but a girl’s low on options here! :(