i need to go to bed
I decided to go to Disneyland yesterday with my sister, then we spent the night and went to California Adventure today. Disneyland was fun, and Ca. Adventure wasn't because it was hard on my neice to go to these places back to back. We did a lot at D-land, and then only like two rides at Ca. Adventure. Oh well, I got out of classes yesterday and still got the newspaper stuff finished (two minutes ago, so what if it's a day late, I emailed the e-in-c). I SWEAR I saw Nelly at our hotel, but it probably wasn't him. It reminded me of the time we saw P. Diddy at McDonalds here in Redlands! ha ha.
So tomorrow it looks like I have to hit up Nordstrom, because the L.A.M.B. stuff is supposed to be there. There are these UGLY shirts online that I wouldn't even wear if I had no other options. I would wear a potato sack before these things. I like the logo tank, and of course I still want those $160 pants (but no, I have no plans on buying them because I am BROKE).
I am soooooo tired, so it's off to bed for me. Elizabeth came into town tonight from L.A. and called to see what I was doing, and I wanted to go to sleep but I haven't seen her in awhile so we went out. Gail called me and was supposed to call me back after she took a shower, but she hadn't called me by the time I got home so I figured she decided not to go out after all. It turns out my phone died. Oops. I feel bad, but I'll call her tomorrow to explain. Now I think I'll read a little and sleep. I hope I have a better dream than last night. I was shopping for shoes with Paris Hilton, at like some ghetto store, and then we ended up back at the hotel I was staying at (because I found out Embassy Suites are owned by the Hilton's, damnit! i think that's why she was in my dream, because i was mad about her getting our money). Anyway, somehow in the hotel there was this room and in it was this kid I used to know who died, and I can't describe it, it was just weird and gruesome and it just creeped the hell out me. Seriously, what kind of a morbid dream is that? *shudders*
So tomorrow it looks like I have to hit up Nordstrom, because the L.A.M.B. stuff is supposed to be there. There are these UGLY shirts online that I wouldn't even wear if I had no other options. I would wear a potato sack before these things. I like the logo tank, and of course I still want those $160 pants (but no, I have no plans on buying them because I am BROKE).
I am soooooo tired, so it's off to bed for me. Elizabeth came into town tonight from L.A. and called to see what I was doing, and I wanted to go to sleep but I haven't seen her in awhile so we went out. Gail called me and was supposed to call me back after she took a shower, but she hadn't called me by the time I got home so I figured she decided not to go out after all. It turns out my phone died. Oops. I feel bad, but I'll call her tomorrow to explain. Now I think I'll read a little and sleep. I hope I have a better dream than last night. I was shopping for shoes with Paris Hilton, at like some ghetto store, and then we ended up back at the hotel I was staying at (because I found out Embassy Suites are owned by the Hilton's, damnit! i think that's why she was in my dream, because i was mad about her getting our money). Anyway, somehow in the hotel there was this room and in it was this kid I used to know who died, and I can't describe it, it was just weird and gruesome and it just creeped the hell out me. Seriously, what kind of a morbid dream is that? *shudders*