"All the wiccans will be running naked tonight!"
There is always a guaranteed beat box breakdown in Government.
Summing up my days is like trying to remember how to solve a parabola-- tedious and confusing. I absorb as much sleep as possible. Jeans are a great second skin. My French sub last week looked exactly like Bea Arthur from Golden Girls. Van Morrison + Marroon 5 + Postal Service + Jimmy Eat World = my car's favorite tunes. Scarves. My phone phobia was tossed aside for two hours of cartoon discussions and Sapp Bros. stories. I am continually amazed by the many facets of people... because let's face it, I stopped looking routinely long ago.
Job shadowing was the most pitiful experience... ever. I guess there are going to be pretentious people and bitch work anywhere. At lunch, Amelia and I decided we were going to pay St. Bede $100 to be students for a week so we can be as automatically cool and glamorous as the girls there. There's something so... dirty... about public school. Nate chants make everything laughable. I talk too much and only think as the words are flying out of my mouth (sometimes). Old friends really are just that-- old. They are under no circumstance required to acknowledge you from the other end of the table and vice versa. Exhale.
I have a date-but-not tomorrow night. And curly-haired goodness is coming back for the weekend.
Summing up my days is like trying to remember how to solve a parabola-- tedious and confusing. I absorb as much sleep as possible. Jeans are a great second skin. My French sub last week looked exactly like Bea Arthur from Golden Girls. Van Morrison + Marroon 5 + Postal Service + Jimmy Eat World = my car's favorite tunes. Scarves. My phone phobia was tossed aside for two hours of cartoon discussions and Sapp Bros. stories. I am continually amazed by the many facets of people... because let's face it, I stopped looking routinely long ago.
Job shadowing was the most pitiful experience... ever. I guess there are going to be pretentious people and bitch work anywhere. At lunch, Amelia and I decided we were going to pay St. Bede $100 to be students for a week so we can be as automatically cool and glamorous as the girls there. There's something so... dirty... about public school. Nate chants make everything laughable. I talk too much and only think as the words are flying out of my mouth (sometimes). Old friends really are just that-- old. They are under no circumstance required to acknowledge you from the other end of the table and vice versa. Exhale.
I have a date-but-not tomorrow night. And curly-haired goodness is coming back for the weekend.