Is this what it's like to have a life?
Had a weird evening last night, in that I actually socialized.
Sarah-whose-roommate-moved-out and I went to Bamboo Garden, where she was absolutely amazed by the meatless chicken there ("It tastes like chicken! It looks like chicken! Are you sure it's not really chicken?"), talked about stupid friends and exes, and talked about pets. We eventually got round to the fact that she worked as a belly dancer in a hookah bar in North Carolina. I love meeting weird people.
Later on, Amberle from my Latin class ended up talking about-- oh, outtakes from TV shows and doing our laundry together. From 9 to 11. It was pretty amazing, in that the time went by pretty quickly.
So maybe I won't actually be alone at school. That's reassuring.
On a less happy note, the snake (who is still nameless) keeps regurgitating his food. This is either stress, I think, or else the food is too big for him to swallow. I'll buy another pinkie by Tuesday and cut it in half to see if that works better.
Sarah-whose-roommate-moved-out and I went to Bamboo Garden, where she was absolutely amazed by the meatless chicken there ("It tastes like chicken! It looks like chicken! Are you sure it's not really chicken?"), talked about stupid friends and exes, and talked about pets. We eventually got round to the fact that she worked as a belly dancer in a hookah bar in North Carolina. I love meeting weird people.
Later on, Amberle from my Latin class ended up talking about-- oh, outtakes from TV shows and doing our laundry together. From 9 to 11. It was pretty amazing, in that the time went by pretty quickly.
So maybe I won't actually be alone at school. That's reassuring.
On a less happy note, the snake (who is still nameless) keeps regurgitating his food. This is either stress, I think, or else the food is too big for him to swallow. I'll buy another pinkie by Tuesday and cut it in half to see if that works better.