Just a number and a name

I feel like I'm at work too much, but I only work like 16 hours a week. I guess it will feel way worse when I have real 40+ hour work week. It's going to be like I'm living there- especially if I'm working from home.

*Two drums and a cymbal fall off a cliff*

That was some REALLY dry humor right there.

I even stayed after 5 the other day to finish up some filing because that's just how much of a dedicated student worker I am. Also, I'm saving up for a cruise, and the extra little $3 I earned then will be going towards it. That and the penny I found heads up outside of COBA this morning. Baby steps.

My wrist smells really, REALLY amazing right now.

Also, I almost got ran over by a Segway yesterday. It creeped up behind me like it was a golf cart, but it really wasn't. I never thought running errands on Sweetheart Circle would be so dangersome.

And yes, that is a word.

The inevitable has happened. I've become a "texter". This month, I actually used 240 out of my allotted 250, and the website said I was "cutting it close". Not really, but I did feel like I was being yelled at about reaching my limit.

I really miss sewing. And designing. I think it's because I started writing in a book that has lines, which restricts my sketching power. And then I just kind of stopped writing in the book altogether. I should remind myself to stop buying such books and instead buy COMPLETELY BLANK books.

But anyway- I get to go home in a week and finish that periwinkle dress! In fact, I have a free night today, so I can work on it. I got so super inspired at work that I almost pooped in my pants.

Just kidding.
(I wasn't wearing pants.)
OH SNAP.

So Mike and I have been doing this phrase recently.

"How can you do a phrase? That's like in French when you learn that the verb 'faire' can mean to do, to make, or to participate in, so when you make pancakes, you are also participating in pankcakes!"

The phrase is "Bet you won't!"
And it goes like this:
One person says something normal like, "I'm going to the bathroom."
And then the other one sardonically says, "Bet you won't!"
And then the former retorts, "WHO WON'T DO IT?"
And then the latter replies, "YOU WON'T DO IT!"
And then by law of nature and man, you must do it. It's like a mandatory dare, and it makes life much more interesting.
















Unrelated story:
I was biking home from work yesterday and near my apartment are some houses. As I passed by, I caught a good whiff of someone's laundry, so I looked over, and the house had this huge poster of Justin Bieber in their window. Since I SO wasn't expecting that, I burst out laughing, and he just stared right back at me. I love when people I don't even know have the same humor as me. Like when someone put googly eyes on the water fountain in COBA last spring. I laughed for like a week over that.

My roommate is cooking something that smells like dead feet.
Like that's anything new.

I always find it stunning whenever I see normal people living in apartments. Not that I'm not normal (even though I'm not), but in a college town, you just kind of forget that regular non-student people live here, too. Some people were doing Tai-Chi in my back yard on Tuesday. And then I came by riding on my bike and ruined their aura. True story.

Because leavings things is just too hard for me,
TWS

Listen to a really good song, right here right now.