the art of the schlep

In which I shclep around the apartment panicking about techniques of integration and Karatsuba multiplication while pretending that I've shaven my legs in the past month.

This is the part where I'm thankful that Blogger makes all my uploaded images kind of blurry so you can't zoom in on my hairy legs.

I also just noticed that my feet are a full shade yellower than my legs. That would be my flat tan.

Above, jacket: mother's. T-shirt: Hanes V-neck. Pinstriped shorts: made by my grandmother. Distress: courtesy of Math 1B and CS61A.