Watching too much Rachel Zoe leaves you saying things like 'Those shoes are MAJOR!" in everyday context. This is why I'm not ready for school.

In my wildest Louis Vuitton Fall 2010 fantasies, I wear either these Prada shoes or the Louis Vuittons. Sometimes, there's a Louis on one foot and a Prada on the other.

Also, high school begins tomorrow. This is very meh because for THE FOURTH YEAR IN A ROW I have not received my Hogwarts letter. Tomorrow will be another year, watching the clock for when the Hogwarts Express leaves without me.... again.

And don't make fun of me because you know you secretly cried when you didn't get your letter.

Massive Anxiety/ Extreme Excitement

Parsons is tomorrow. I have gone into a full-blown panic attack. I can’t breathe. I can’t concentrate. I have the worst headache. This all just hit me about an hour ago when I realized that this is actually happening.

We were assigned an influential designer to study beforehand. I have Maison Martin Margiela, and it is likely that I’ll be on the computer for the rest of the day researching him and printing out his runway photos.

I have incredible amounts of art and sewing supplies, which adds another worry to my list because I’m unsure how exactly I’m going to get them in the city without a pack mule. I also have to bring my sewing machine, because the industrial ones scare me. That could be potentially problematic.

And I have narrowed my outfit choices down to four. I’m unsure of which because we’ll be painting and such so I need to be practical, but I don’t want to be so over-practical that I’m boring.

But underneath the panic, I’m so excited.

***It was Harry Potter’s 30^th birthday yesterday, so celebrate The Boy Who Lived.