Zayn's Funeral

Yes, we're still on that topic of discussion. This funeral was made PRE-discovering-Zayn-is-really-a-traitor. Normal 22-year-olds don't skip out on multimillion dollar tours and then slide into the recording studios to reproduce their fame like freaking spiders.  The only spider-like qualities our loving Zayn has is being an exoskeleton, wiry and dark and leech-sucking the spirit out of One Direction.

"I want to be a normal 22-year-old."

Traitor.

But here we are, commemorating the death of a semi-fallen friend (foe).  Chill out, it was a joke. We posted fliers across campus and had a turnout of four people (FOUR AS IN THE AMOUNT OF MEMBERS IN ONE DIRECTION).  Four people, turned to three, turned to funeral.

But today I broke the revolutionary 5-day streak of wearing all-black, and now my sense of style is SO berserk I'm wearing light gray and LIGHT JEANS. Who am I? I can't pull this stuff off.

So, thank you, Zayn, for ruining our week and setting our meal schedule WAY off balance.  Just five days ago, I was a regular girl who bought ice cream FOR FUN.

Now look at me. Hot mess turned cold dinner.

Anyway,

bye.

-A