boots and the blahs
I am the new proud owner of a pair of black, nearly-knee-high boots. Yes, they are massively sexy and yes, they fit over my massive calves and yes, they were massively on sale. No, I don't own anything that I can wear with them. But, thankfully, I'll be making money soon enough. What can you wear with them, anyway? I need some short skirts and dresses, huh? The Goal: match the band banquet dress to the boots.
After what's supposed to be a restful weekend, I feel all jittery and have a bad case of the Blahs. I feel gross about my participation with a group project, but it's not like they really left anything for me to do for this weekend- and I did not want to meet tonight of all nights. I have no desire to finish up my honors thesis, which is basically written, but not really good enough to send off for some editing. It needs to get out tomorrow. I have three classes and band tomorrow when all I want to do is spend the day with Buffy in my pjs. And, I feel crappy about my financial sitch (the mom bought my boots) to top it off. And I'm in desperate need of some alone time.
I feel so lame. Cheer me up?
Shoot. What a great way to end the month. Good riddance November 2008.
After what's supposed to be a restful weekend, I feel all jittery and have a bad case of the Blahs. I feel gross about my participation with a group project, but it's not like they really left anything for me to do for this weekend- and I did not want to meet tonight of all nights. I have no desire to finish up my honors thesis, which is basically written, but not really good enough to send off for some editing. It needs to get out tomorrow. I have three classes and band tomorrow when all I want to do is spend the day with Buffy in my pjs. And, I feel crappy about my financial sitch (the mom bought my boots) to top it off. And I'm in desperate need of some alone time.
I feel so lame. Cheer me up?
Shoot. What a great way to end the month. Good riddance November 2008.