i rock.
All my Japanese painting images are up on my flickr. They are printed and organized into my notes in my binder. AND my latin is done. Kick ass.
I forgot to mention something last night: several years ago, I received a fake number from a loser named Jamie. Yes, I blogged about it in my early LJ days. Jamie is a total neanderthal -- I don't know what I saw in him. I thought he liked me, and you know how that goes sometimes. Obviously, considering the fake number, I was wrong. Ha ha ha.
Anyways, when Kellina, Lauren and I were at the theater last night, I crossed the street to get a movie snack at the grocery store there. JAMIE still works there (I knew he did like 3 years ago, but I wasn't going to avoid the stupid store because I knew he worked there that long ago). Anyways, I saw him in the deli, scooping out some rancid macaroni salad, and quickly escaped out of view before he saw me. Gross. Seriously -- what did I see? I remember being like "he's SO not my type" when I asked for his number... shoulda listened to my gut. Ahh, but the mind of a woman desperate for anything can be slightly less discerning than usual......
Now that I am caught up on the flickr, I should *try* to get some sleep, but I am sooo not tired.
I forgot to mention something last night: several years ago, I received a fake number from a loser named Jamie. Yes, I blogged about it in my early LJ days. Jamie is a total neanderthal -- I don't know what I saw in him. I thought he liked me, and you know how that goes sometimes. Obviously, considering the fake number, I was wrong. Ha ha ha.
Anyways, when Kellina, Lauren and I were at the theater last night, I crossed the street to get a movie snack at the grocery store there. JAMIE still works there (I knew he did like 3 years ago, but I wasn't going to avoid the stupid store because I knew he worked there that long ago). Anyways, I saw him in the deli, scooping out some rancid macaroni salad, and quickly escaped out of view before he saw me. Gross. Seriously -- what did I see? I remember being like "he's SO not my type" when I asked for his number... shoulda listened to my gut. Ahh, but the mind of a woman desperate for anything can be slightly less discerning than usual......
Now that I am caught up on the flickr, I should *try* to get some sleep, but I am sooo not tired.