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this past weekend, i saw more underage midriff than i ever wished to see in my entire life. hey, you...in the miniskirt & flip flops: it's 28 degrees outside! you don't look sexy while you're shivering and your extremities are turning a faint shade of blue. it was gross.
after work, i went to lincoln's for lunch, since i had 2 hours to kill before school. i saw this kid there, who i've been seeing everywhere. i honestly think that he is following me. everywhere i turn, this kid is there staring at me. he was in my art history class last semester, and ever since then, he won't leave me alone. when i went to the lab today to do some homework, he came and sat right next to me where there were literally 30 open computers. this kid is creepy as hell...and not even remotely interesting. when he tries to strike up a conversation, it dies within seconds because he tells me about countless lame ass emo bands, and insists that i listen to them. why is it only the really weird boys that follow me?
in other news, i finally saw the motorcycle diaries, and i loved it, and i recommend it to everyone.
i lost my scarf today. well, i didn't really "lose" it...i just left it behind. i went to orland over the weekend, and i went to einstein bros. bagels. i took off my scarf to eat, and i made a mental note to grab it b/c i'm always scared that i'll forget to grab it. well, lo and behold...i forgot it. even after making a mental note! what's the point of a mental note if i'm just going to forget it anyway? well, i get back to my car, and drive back to mike's. when i got up to leave, i realized that i did not have my scarf, and einstein bros. was the last place that i had it...so i'm 99% positive that i left it there. i wanted to cry all night. it was my favorite scarf, and despite the fact that plain black scarves are a dime a dozen...i liked that one. boo.
i've realized that i tend to get attached to silly things easily. for example, the scarf. also, i used to have this shimmery silver/black wallet that my sister gave to me when i was 9 or 10. i used that wallet religiously, and i refused to buy a different one, even though it was falling apart. i finally had to get a new one when i needed to carry around more cards. my old wallet could fit my license, but not my credit, debit, and sally's card. when i was forced to get a switch wallets...it was quite possibly the saddest day ever, but my new wallet was beautiful. it's a grandma-ish wallet that i now, cannot bear to replace, despite some seams coming apart. man. story of my life.
after work, i went to lincoln's for lunch, since i had 2 hours to kill before school. i saw this kid there, who i've been seeing everywhere. i honestly think that he is following me. everywhere i turn, this kid is there staring at me. he was in my art history class last semester, and ever since then, he won't leave me alone. when i went to the lab today to do some homework, he came and sat right next to me where there were literally 30 open computers. this kid is creepy as hell...and not even remotely interesting. when he tries to strike up a conversation, it dies within seconds because he tells me about countless lame ass emo bands, and insists that i listen to them. why is it only the really weird boys that follow me?
in other news, i finally saw the motorcycle diaries, and i loved it, and i recommend it to everyone.
i lost my scarf today. well, i didn't really "lose" it...i just left it behind. i went to orland over the weekend, and i went to einstein bros. bagels. i took off my scarf to eat, and i made a mental note to grab it b/c i'm always scared that i'll forget to grab it. well, lo and behold...i forgot it. even after making a mental note! what's the point of a mental note if i'm just going to forget it anyway? well, i get back to my car, and drive back to mike's. when i got up to leave, i realized that i did not have my scarf, and einstein bros. was the last place that i had it...so i'm 99% positive that i left it there. i wanted to cry all night. it was my favorite scarf, and despite the fact that plain black scarves are a dime a dozen...i liked that one. boo.
i've realized that i tend to get attached to silly things easily. for example, the scarf. also, i used to have this shimmery silver/black wallet that my sister gave to me when i was 9 or 10. i used that wallet religiously, and i refused to buy a different one, even though it was falling apart. i finally had to get a new one when i needed to carry around more cards. my old wallet could fit my license, but not my credit, debit, and sally's card. when i was forced to get a switch wallets...it was quite possibly the saddest day ever, but my new wallet was beautiful. it's a grandma-ish wallet that i now, cannot bear to replace, despite some seams coming apart. man. story of my life.