Rock Bottom
You know you've hit rock bottom when:
once nerdy old highschool acquaintences turned drinking frat boys via college pity you for being single, and even have the balls to tell you that if you went to their state school you'd be dating.
insert hanging hand gesture here.
I hate people.
And...too bad Britney. I was so close, but no cigar. Alas, I'll have to settle for second-rate details of your outfit through boys who didn't even care and an autograph-less CD. Scratch that, I doubt I'll actually pay for your CD. I was really only going to buy it for the autograph. Too bad.
I'm still terribly distraught over the fact that Simon Rex does porn, with PARIS HILTON no less. Ugh.
I have so much work to do that I can't do because I have no motivation and no work ethic whatsoever. It's getting disgusting how lazy I have become...Damn you Montaigne, "I hate you. I hate you and your ASS-FACE!"
All in all a delightful weekend. It was relaxing and fun to see my Mom. 'Urinetown' was good even though it wasn't my favorite. And it was fun to go shopping with her down dark alleys while she haggled with non-English speaking men over ten dollars. Purse scouting and purchasing is the SKETCHIEST PROCEDURE IN THE CITY. I'm almost 99% positive the Louis Vuitton we got was stolen and real. Awesome.
Among other things, my mom had never been to the Met so I took her and we had a really nice time. There was a really good Philip Guston modern exhibit that we went through, and unfortunately the El Greco exhibit was too long of a wait so I'll have to try and catch that before it is over.
My eyes are shutting.
once nerdy old highschool acquaintences turned drinking frat boys via college pity you for being single, and even have the balls to tell you that if you went to their state school you'd be dating.
insert hanging hand gesture here.
I hate people.
And...too bad Britney. I was so close, but no cigar. Alas, I'll have to settle for second-rate details of your outfit through boys who didn't even care and an autograph-less CD. Scratch that, I doubt I'll actually pay for your CD. I was really only going to buy it for the autograph. Too bad.
I'm still terribly distraught over the fact that Simon Rex does porn, with PARIS HILTON no less. Ugh.
I have so much work to do that I can't do because I have no motivation and no work ethic whatsoever. It's getting disgusting how lazy I have become...Damn you Montaigne, "I hate you. I hate you and your ASS-FACE!"
All in all a delightful weekend. It was relaxing and fun to see my Mom. 'Urinetown' was good even though it wasn't my favorite. And it was fun to go shopping with her down dark alleys while she haggled with non-English speaking men over ten dollars. Purse scouting and purchasing is the SKETCHIEST PROCEDURE IN THE CITY. I'm almost 99% positive the Louis Vuitton we got was stolen and real. Awesome.
Among other things, my mom had never been to the Met so I took her and we had a really nice time. There was a really good Philip Guston modern exhibit that we went through, and unfortunately the El Greco exhibit was too long of a wait so I'll have to try and catch that before it is over.
My eyes are shutting.