Yes, I'm still alive.
Just nothing big enough to warrant an LJ post.
Well... I got into a car accident, but mostly everyone knows about it now. It wasn't my fault, so until we get the money from the other driver's insurance, we have this handy-dandy new 2009 Toyota Corolla from Enterprise paid for by the other driver's insurance.
I'm about a third of the way to my financial goal for buying a car at the end of the summer. I still have to get a car at the end of the summer, no matter whether I reach my goal or not. The money just depends on how nice of a car I'll be getting.
I cut my own hair, giving myself side-swept bangs. Makes me feel kinda Hollywood.
I'm painting my room (which my parents know about, but don't know that I've already started doing it). It's going to be sage green with cream accent walls and cream moulding.
Hannaford keeps getting weirder and weirder each time I work there. 3 weeks ago, this extremely attractive man who works in the Seafood department and I've always wanted to talk to, comes up to me, and confesses that he overheard my Dad talking about USM and me being a theatre major, and says that he is going to be a musical theatre major there next semester. This ended up with me having a long conversation lasting 15 minutes about USM's programs and me trying to keep the drool in, with the annoying thought in the back of my head that the hottest man in Hannaford sought me out to talk to me. Ugh.
Some old man tried to shove his old gum in my mouth and would have if I hadn't backed away quickly. Eww.
I go to cash my paycheck, put my Lunchables down, signed the check, and turn back to my Lunchables and there's a note next to it, with the phrase "<3 I love you Heather<3" with hearts around it, written on someone's shopping list and looking like some 5 year-old wrote it. Freaked me the fuck out.
Nothing else that I can think of. Will update another time.
Well... I got into a car accident, but mostly everyone knows about it now. It wasn't my fault, so until we get the money from the other driver's insurance, we have this handy-dandy new 2009 Toyota Corolla from Enterprise paid for by the other driver's insurance.
I'm about a third of the way to my financial goal for buying a car at the end of the summer. I still have to get a car at the end of the summer, no matter whether I reach my goal or not. The money just depends on how nice of a car I'll be getting.
I cut my own hair, giving myself side-swept bangs. Makes me feel kinda Hollywood.
I'm painting my room (which my parents know about, but don't know that I've already started doing it). It's going to be sage green with cream accent walls and cream moulding.
Hannaford keeps getting weirder and weirder each time I work there. 3 weeks ago, this extremely attractive man who works in the Seafood department and I've always wanted to talk to, comes up to me, and confesses that he overheard my Dad talking about USM and me being a theatre major, and says that he is going to be a musical theatre major there next semester. This ended up with me having a long conversation lasting 15 minutes about USM's programs and me trying to keep the drool in, with the annoying thought in the back of my head that the hottest man in Hannaford sought me out to talk to me. Ugh.
Some old man tried to shove his old gum in my mouth and would have if I hadn't backed away quickly. Eww.
I go to cash my paycheck, put my Lunchables down, signed the check, and turn back to my Lunchables and there's a note next to it, with the phrase "<3 I love you Heather<3" with hearts around it, written on someone's shopping list and looking like some 5 year-old wrote it. Freaked me the fuck out.
Nothing else that I can think of. Will update another time.