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I am using the fact that rent is due, today, to skip my night class, tonight. I haven't missed it yet, and even though I love Valerie, I don't think that Martin would appreciate not getting the check (I have to pick it up from school) at like 9:30 tonight. So, I'll trot home early, which will rule. I love the excuses I make up just to miss class.
Last night, I laughed so hard that I cried and made those awful shrieking-laughs in order to breathe, because Dave hit me in the tooth with a package of half & half at Clark's. He agrees that the waiter there is a dreamboat. (Enter Sara, "I saw him first!" Yeah, Whatever.) I also, somehow, ended up getting Steve to pay for my motzerella sticks!!! That means I have to french 'em.
I'm still convinced that the bowl of Fruity Pebbles that I ate yesterday had soap in it. It made my stomach feel better after I made myself believe that having not thoroughly washed out the bowl and/or spoon would be illogical, even though I think that's what happened. I have a terrible habit of half-ass washing dishes. Either way, I used to always think that Fruity Pebbles tasted like soap on their own, so it was probably karma. Never talk bad about those Flinstones. Or they'll cause you to be careless and eat soapy cereale. But the worst part of all is that I didn't realize it was the cereale until I poured my second bowl. So, I must not have been too bothered. Either way, this whole soapy ordeal caused me to go with Honey Nut Cheerios, this morning, as well as making me wash out a bowl and spoon out of my cabinet beforehand.
Man, I sure talked about food a lot. Who am I? Kaitlin? Aw.
But, anyway, um, my stupid teacher is going to yell at me this morning, because she said we have to get some unusually large, hard to find, posterboard thing to fold and turn our work in with, but I keep forgetting and so I don't have it, and she's going to be a bitch about it. At least I went out and bought the other shit I needed. Also, I have a paper due in there, this morning, and my printer is out of ink and not even hooked up, so I'll have to print it out at school, which shouldn't be a problem except that my class starts at 8 and the computer lab place doesn't open until 9. She will probably just bitch about that. "Oooh, I'm fat and I suck and I'm old, but I want you kids to think I'm hip and artsy so I dress in all black and die my hair red! Oooh, I'm stupid. Go buy things, becaus I have stock with Utrecht!!! Aoooooh...."
Last night, I laughed so hard that I cried and made those awful shrieking-laughs in order to breathe, because Dave hit me in the tooth with a package of half & half at Clark's. He agrees that the waiter there is a dreamboat. (Enter Sara, "I saw him first!" Yeah, Whatever.) I also, somehow, ended up getting Steve to pay for my motzerella sticks!!! That means I have to french 'em.
I'm still convinced that the bowl of Fruity Pebbles that I ate yesterday had soap in it. It made my stomach feel better after I made myself believe that having not thoroughly washed out the bowl and/or spoon would be illogical, even though I think that's what happened. I have a terrible habit of half-ass washing dishes. Either way, I used to always think that Fruity Pebbles tasted like soap on their own, so it was probably karma. Never talk bad about those Flinstones. Or they'll cause you to be careless and eat soapy cereale. But the worst part of all is that I didn't realize it was the cereale until I poured my second bowl. So, I must not have been too bothered. Either way, this whole soapy ordeal caused me to go with Honey Nut Cheerios, this morning, as well as making me wash out a bowl and spoon out of my cabinet beforehand.
Man, I sure talked about food a lot. Who am I? Kaitlin? Aw.
But, anyway, um, my stupid teacher is going to yell at me this morning, because she said we have to get some unusually large, hard to find, posterboard thing to fold and turn our work in with, but I keep forgetting and so I don't have it, and she's going to be a bitch about it. At least I went out and bought the other shit I needed. Also, I have a paper due in there, this morning, and my printer is out of ink and not even hooked up, so I'll have to print it out at school, which shouldn't be a problem except that my class starts at 8 and the computer lab place doesn't open until 9. She will probably just bitch about that. "Oooh, I'm fat and I suck and I'm old, but I want you kids to think I'm hip and artsy so I dress in all black and die my hair red! Oooh, I'm stupid. Go buy things, becaus I have stock with Utrecht!!! Aoooooh...."