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Ads on google are so silly. Silly google.
So here I am on lunch break until 1:50 or so, eating a delicious steak burrito from anna's like some kind of savory banana as i peel down the tinfoil on the sides. The really annoying lady is working today and every time she laughs at something she says that isn't funny (about five times a minute), a part of me dies. I've pretty much singlehandedly sold four of Grace's CDs since like 10:30. It's easy to be perky on 10 hours of sleep :-P.
Last night was the first time (that I can recall) I had a bad Alex-dream. He was trying to hug me or come on to me or something and I freaked out and ran away. It was pretty disorienting, but I guess this is the way of things. Also in this dream, I discovered IM chat logs of Mr. Guy I Really Like and some other girl being like "omg we are bff" and I freaked out. I did a lot of freaking out in this dream.
Last night I taught Grace about centripetal and centrifugal force using her stuffed Tigger and Eeyore. Eeyore also proposed to me, and I accepted, and then Tigger was trying to kiss me but I had to turn him away. My sister is so cute.
Wad is right - I do need to start dressing more provocatively. I have it on good authority from both Wad and a male friend that fitted button-down shirts are "teh hot," so maybe that's where I'll start. I'm finally going to mend those two pairs of jeans with holes in them that I never get to wear, and maybe I should get some cute sneakers instead of factory second new balance kids sneakers? It all sounds expensive, but who needs textbooks, anyway? :-P
No, no, here's my plan. So I'm going to earn about $400 by working in the store from now until 5pm Christmas Eve. Then at night I can do research assistant work because nobody wants to hang out with me on account of they're all Alex's friends. I could end up earning like $600 over break if I'm dedicated. I'll set aside 25% of that (plus what's in my checking account now) for books and spend the rest on clothing and other necessities. It's time to unleash my inner babe.

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Books = reading lines on your forehead = botox = waaaay more expensive than nice clothes to catch that nice plastic surgeon in the first place
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