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Incredibly envious of Mchael, Augie and Christian's apartment. Just because of size issues mostly. I just walk through and imagine all the room for all the things I could put up and around. I'm sure they'll do a fine job themselves, but I want it for me. Schwhatevs, once we get some paint on these walls and an actual place to sit it'll be a little better.
After drinking deliciously large (and amazingly free) sangrias with Will at Sun Ray and then stopping by the Balcony Bar with Evan the other night, all I really want to do is get incredibly wasted with my friends, but as an outing. It really is kind of sick that getting incredibyl wasted can even be considered an outing. But it is and I'll take full advantage. I'd like to get an ID again; unfortunately, my sister whose ID I used to use got noticeably larger than me after having a child, duh, so that sucks.
So getting a job isn't doing at all what I planned for it to do. I wanted a job primarily just to keep me occupied. And it's not. I'm scheduled twice this week. That's all. I can't decide which is more prevalent: the feeling of appreciation for being able to say that I have a job and not actually having to work, or the feeling of frustration that I have a job that doesn't make me work and is thus not giving me money or keeping me occupied. Either way my love for clothes and shopping isn't slowing down, in fact it's growing at an alarming pace I don't know how to control her.
Ate lebanese food for the first time today with Anne and Michael. Oh it was delicious and I'm quite pleased to have finally been introduced. The last time I tried to eat Middle Eastern food I locked myself out of my car and had this big ordeal. But not this time.
I'm too warm. I quit.
After drinking deliciously large (and amazingly free) sangrias with Will at Sun Ray and then stopping by the Balcony Bar with Evan the other night, all I really want to do is get incredibly wasted with my friends, but as an outing. It really is kind of sick that getting incredibyl wasted can even be considered an outing. But it is and I'll take full advantage. I'd like to get an ID again; unfortunately, my sister whose ID I used to use got noticeably larger than me after having a child, duh, so that sucks.
So getting a job isn't doing at all what I planned for it to do. I wanted a job primarily just to keep me occupied. And it's not. I'm scheduled twice this week. That's all. I can't decide which is more prevalent: the feeling of appreciation for being able to say that I have a job and not actually having to work, or the feeling of frustration that I have a job that doesn't make me work and is thus not giving me money or keeping me occupied. Either way my love for clothes and shopping isn't slowing down, in fact it's growing at an alarming pace I don't know how to control her.
Ate lebanese food for the first time today with Anne and Michael. Oh it was delicious and I'm quite pleased to have finally been introduced. The last time I tried to eat Middle Eastern food I locked myself out of my car and had this big ordeal. But not this time.
I'm too warm. I quit.