It's NY Fashion Week.

And although I'm technically not there "in person," per say (minor technicality), this schedule is what's going to dictate my life for the next week.

Don't you remember my sneaky sneakiness in Art History last year? Yeah. I'm serious about this.

NYFW > ALL HOMEWORK/ANYTHING PRODUCTIVE/BASICALLY EVERYTHING.

Kicking us off was Steven Alan who, once again, designed my (and my fictional boyfriend's) perfect wardrobe.

Welcome to the Super Bowl, fashionistas.