Tell me about it, stud

I have an odd addiction to really bad reality TV. And by bad, I mean really bad. I mean, I'm almost done the three seasons of Teen Mom. Next stop, Teen Mom 2. I've also taken a liking to the series New Girl with Zooey Deschanel--whom I seriously thought was Katy Perry for the longest time. They must be dopplegangers. Yes, that's the answer. I would say something really geeky right now but I'll refrain. Anyway, back to New Girl. How funny is Schmidt? He's almost as hilarious as Phil from Modern Family. That's another one of my favourites. Gah, why is everything on TV so great? I need to get out more often.

Oh, and Grease has to be one of my favourite musicals. Ever. This is referring to the title of the post, of course. Now all I want to do is cuddle in some blankets with a cup of something and sing along to Summer Nights. Obviously while wearing this studded floral jacket. By the way, my brain shuts off once school is out so all I can say is: expect many, many, many gramatical errors from this point on. Glad I got that off my chest. Phew.  

studded floral jacket c/o beginning boutique, white slip, leopard-print clutch c/o ella tino, pink and spiked bracelet c/o required flare, necklace from poor sparrow, metal hair tie c/o hello parry, beetle ring c/o romwe