"Crack is BAF." Word.
Last weekend I went homecoming dress shopping.
Once I had found the perfect dress, I went up to the counter to pay for it.
At the counter they had this sample bottle of Hilary Duff's perfume With Love.
I spritzed some on my wrists and smelled it.
It was a pleasing scent.
The lady behind the counter, looking not much older than myself, rather rudely blurted:
"Ughh," --with disgust-- "you like that stuff??!"
I blinked a few times, then responded with an affirmative.
She simply made a twisted expression and scoffed slightly.
Interestingly enough, she was wearing a shirt promoting the perfume.
The irony was not lost on me.
As I'm walking away, new dress in hand, she asks me if I would like some free samples.
"Since you like it SO much."
Since when does spritzing a bit of perfume on your wrists make you the product's number one fan??
Regardless, I gave her a sure-why-not nod.
The woman then proceeded to reach her arm into a bag of samples, pull out nearly twenty, and slam them ALL into my hand.
Samples were spilling out all over the place.
I tried to inform her that I didn't need that many, but she just kept on shelling them out.
I began pleading with her to cease, and even threw some back.
In the end, I walked away with a purse full of Hilary Duff's new scent.
They've been sitting there ever sense.
Today I decided to put some on.
I again spritzed a bit on my wrists and smelled the pleasing aroma.
As I sit here typing, I realize...
I hate this perfume.
My homecoming dress is quite beautiful.
It's light pink, but please withhold all judgements -- it's not pink like you would normally think of pink.
It's like you took the pink and washed it in the dryer a hundred times. It has a faded element to it.
There is a black lacey material over the pink, so the pink isn't rather noticable.
It's above the knee and has spagetti straps.
There's tulle on the bottom that makes it poof out.
It almost has a ballerina look about it.
My explanation really doesn't do it justice. It must be seen.
Christopher has decided that HE wears the pants in our relationship, therefore HE will be buying the tickets.
Won't even let me chip in! Says, "Boys pay for dances. That's the way it is. Go buy earrings."
Psh. Men.
First rehersal for The Wiz was Friday.
We read through the entire play and made cuts and changes here and there.
I'm a Named Munchkin.
I have some pretty catchy lines, I sing a little song, do a happy dance, and look really short.
YAY!
I'm also in the Chorus which means lots of yay-singing and yay-dancing.
We have a GREAT cast and it's going to be uber AMAZING.
We open in six weeks.
November 17th and 18th in the auditorium.
Be there.
Ms. McClaren is on crack.
Plain and simple.
She's taken her fall from grace pretty hard -- hitting the pipe.
(She used to be a nun.)
I can't say for certain if she is currently using drugs, but I can say that she does not have the slightest clue how to properly teach.
The class is supposed to be IB Spanish 3-4.
But it's more like WD Spanglish 101;; as in We Don't.
We don't learn anything. The class is completely lax.
At first I thought it would be great. Just a class to catch up on other homework, talk to friends, that kind of thing.
But she's giving me a "C". A "C" that I DO NOT deserve.
The work that we do have, I do.
Either she doesn't understand how POGB works, or she just doesn't grade anything.
I'm not the only one having grade issues, so this isn't some conspiracy. She's just an idiot.
The nun's probably kicked her out because she was making God look bad.
I bet she was the kid who always got picked last for kick ball.
Or the one that had people put gum in her hair and bugs in her food.
I bet she fell down a lot. Dumb people trip easily.
Maybe she wanted to be a nun because she got tired of being the only one at Prom without a date.
Or maybe...she just doesn't like boys.
Who really knows?
All I know is that my grade better get changed.
In other news, I'm very much looking forward to Halloween.
At first I was really bummed because I had no Angel for my Collins --Julie being in Florida-- but then I decided I would be...a student.
More specifically, a Catholic schoolgirl.
So been done? Yes. But I thought, "why not?!"
It should be exciting.
Me. In plaid. Trading smiles for candy.
--Bliss--
Once I had found the perfect dress, I went up to the counter to pay for it.
At the counter they had this sample bottle of Hilary Duff's perfume With Love.
I spritzed some on my wrists and smelled it.
It was a pleasing scent.
The lady behind the counter, looking not much older than myself, rather rudely blurted:
"Ughh," --with disgust-- "you like that stuff??!"
I blinked a few times, then responded with an affirmative.
She simply made a twisted expression and scoffed slightly.
Interestingly enough, she was wearing a shirt promoting the perfume.
The irony was not lost on me.
As I'm walking away, new dress in hand, she asks me if I would like some free samples.
"Since you like it SO much."
Since when does spritzing a bit of perfume on your wrists make you the product's number one fan??
Regardless, I gave her a sure-why-not nod.
The woman then proceeded to reach her arm into a bag of samples, pull out nearly twenty, and slam them ALL into my hand.
Samples were spilling out all over the place.
I tried to inform her that I didn't need that many, but she just kept on shelling them out.
I began pleading with her to cease, and even threw some back.
In the end, I walked away with a purse full of Hilary Duff's new scent.
They've been sitting there ever sense.
Today I decided to put some on.
I again spritzed a bit on my wrists and smelled the pleasing aroma.
As I sit here typing, I realize...
I hate this perfume.
My homecoming dress is quite beautiful.
It's light pink, but please withhold all judgements -- it's not pink like you would normally think of pink.
It's like you took the pink and washed it in the dryer a hundred times. It has a faded element to it.
There is a black lacey material over the pink, so the pink isn't rather noticable.
It's above the knee and has spagetti straps.
There's tulle on the bottom that makes it poof out.
It almost has a ballerina look about it.
My explanation really doesn't do it justice. It must be seen.
Christopher has decided that HE wears the pants in our relationship, therefore HE will be buying the tickets.
Won't even let me chip in! Says, "Boys pay for dances. That's the way it is. Go buy earrings."
Psh. Men.
First rehersal for The Wiz was Friday.
We read through the entire play and made cuts and changes here and there.
I'm a Named Munchkin.
I have some pretty catchy lines, I sing a little song, do a happy dance, and look really short.
YAY!
I'm also in the Chorus which means lots of yay-singing and yay-dancing.
We have a GREAT cast and it's going to be uber AMAZING.
We open in six weeks.
November 17th and 18th in the auditorium.
Be there.
Ms. McClaren is on crack.
Plain and simple.
She's taken her fall from grace pretty hard -- hitting the pipe.
(She used to be a nun.)
I can't say for certain if she is currently using drugs, but I can say that she does not have the slightest clue how to properly teach.
The class is supposed to be IB Spanish 3-4.
But it's more like WD Spanglish 101;; as in We Don't.
We don't learn anything. The class is completely lax.
At first I thought it would be great. Just a class to catch up on other homework, talk to friends, that kind of thing.
But she's giving me a "C". A "C" that I DO NOT deserve.
The work that we do have, I do.
Either she doesn't understand how POGB works, or she just doesn't grade anything.
I'm not the only one having grade issues, so this isn't some conspiracy. She's just an idiot.
The nun's probably kicked her out because she was making God look bad.
I bet she was the kid who always got picked last for kick ball.
Or the one that had people put gum in her hair and bugs in her food.
I bet she fell down a lot. Dumb people trip easily.
Maybe she wanted to be a nun because she got tired of being the only one at Prom without a date.
Or maybe...she just doesn't like boys.
Who really knows?
All I know is that my grade better get changed.
In other news, I'm very much looking forward to Halloween.
At first I was really bummed because I had no Angel for my Collins --Julie being in Florida-- but then I decided I would be...a student.
More specifically, a Catholic schoolgirl.
So been done? Yes. But I thought, "why not?!"
It should be exciting.
Me. In plaid. Trading smiles for candy.
--Bliss--