=/ I feel icky. Dizzy and kinda nauseous. Why is it so hard to spell that word? I just did spell check and did you know that icky is a word? No kiddin...
HMM... haven't been up to anything really... picking out my room on Monday... whoo... people who toot their own horn irritate me so much... I think it's tacky... blessed are the meek and humble...
Michael's coming over tomorrow... expensive sushi night with his buddie's birfday... and then I'm going to drag him to Jersey Girl bc he won't let me drag him to Eternal Sunshine...
I'm updating because the roommate told me to. I think that should be the rule... only update when someone tells me to. I'm such a sheep.
Went to the Asian Art Museum today for my Religion & Spirituality in Asia class... it was interesting... tell me why I found drawings of pots so damn interesting? Like, this guy really knew his crayons... I'm serious!! I think I'll do that on one of my days off... go to a random museum just to wander and gander. Gander, is that the right word? What does it mean when they say what's good for the goose is good for the gander? It's one of those sayings... like have a good one... good what? Life? Child? Dinner? What is it??
I want potstickers.
Lakers are evil. Actually, something's wrong with the Kings. I miss B-Jax, who apparently fears John E. "because he's taller than him". Be all that you can be buddy. Watch what you sign.
Ugh dizziness. GUNA!! =(
Okay, this isn't really tooting my own horn, it's... it's pride over the fact that someone values my company (other than the boyfriend, but hey, my mom feeds him steak, can you blame him?)... so go here... and read of my wit... and my minuteness... minuity?... Whatever. I think it's a kind of you have to be there moment.
Roommate, people in my Written & Oral wear jean on jean and it makes me sad. It's so distracting! I'm wasting my ninety dollars every time someone wears it!
It's supposed to rain tomorrow. And I'm still incredibly proud of my back tan... the back strap is so low, and then even my neckline is all low so it looks all cute... DAMMIT. =( But I am happy that the one of the only things that makes me sad is the fact that I can't show off my tan... that means that I live in a very contented, if not slightly superficial, world.
To reinstate my credibility as a valuable human being, Michael & I had a serious heart to heart conversation on Monday night. Issues!!!! Drama!! Terrible... but now it really does feel as if we've started over and I'm falling in love with him all over again... cause we all know the best feeling with a significant other is the initial crush/beginning phase. It's nice to relive that.
Now to end with something frivolous... I put on my pants the wrong way today... twice... in a row... with the tag in the front... not the back... YAY $40 a Day!!!
HMM... haven't been up to anything really... picking out my room on Monday... whoo... people who toot their own horn irritate me so much... I think it's tacky... blessed are the meek and humble...
Michael's coming over tomorrow... expensive sushi night with his buddie's birfday... and then I'm going to drag him to Jersey Girl bc he won't let me drag him to Eternal Sunshine...
I'm updating because the roommate told me to. I think that should be the rule... only update when someone tells me to. I'm such a sheep.
Went to the Asian Art Museum today for my Religion & Spirituality in Asia class... it was interesting... tell me why I found drawings of pots so damn interesting? Like, this guy really knew his crayons... I'm serious!! I think I'll do that on one of my days off... go to a random museum just to wander and gander. Gander, is that the right word? What does it mean when they say what's good for the goose is good for the gander? It's one of those sayings... like have a good one... good what? Life? Child? Dinner? What is it??
I want potstickers.
Lakers are evil. Actually, something's wrong with the Kings. I miss B-Jax, who apparently fears John E. "because he's taller than him". Be all that you can be buddy. Watch what you sign.
Ugh dizziness. GUNA!! =(
Okay, this isn't really tooting my own horn, it's... it's pride over the fact that someone values my company (other than the boyfriend, but hey, my mom feeds him steak, can you blame him?)... so go here... and read of my wit... and my minuteness... minuity?... Whatever. I think it's a kind of you have to be there moment.
Roommate, people in my Written & Oral wear jean on jean and it makes me sad. It's so distracting! I'm wasting my ninety dollars every time someone wears it!
It's supposed to rain tomorrow. And I'm still incredibly proud of my back tan... the back strap is so low, and then even my neckline is all low so it looks all cute... DAMMIT. =( But I am happy that the one of the only things that makes me sad is the fact that I can't show off my tan... that means that I live in a very contented, if not slightly superficial, world.
To reinstate my credibility as a valuable human being, Michael & I had a serious heart to heart conversation on Monday night. Issues!!!! Drama!! Terrible... but now it really does feel as if we've started over and I'm falling in love with him all over again... cause we all know the best feeling with a significant other is the initial crush/beginning phase. It's nice to relive that.
Now to end with something frivolous... I put on my pants the wrong way today... twice... in a row... with the tag in the front... not the back... YAY $40 a Day!!!
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