The trouble with love is...
Oh snap. Today me and eight other hot ladies (no you cannot have their number...they're mine) signed the lease for 410 E. Jefferson. So it's official now. It's official that our landlord is the shadiest of shadeball ever.
Party at our place next year.
Don't do crack.
So today I had NOOOOOO class at it was amazing. I went for a run. I baked muffins. I went to Moosejaw. This will probably never happen again.
Nursing is starting to not be so bad. Not that I'm getting good grades or anything. But I'm starting to figure out options for myself so that I don't have to become a fat, depressed RN pushing pills in some suburban hospital. And I always have the Penis game to look forward to with Beth.
I'm so excited for the Holidays. This will be the last time I can actually go home, so I'm going to live it up. The parents might not be so excited about my new found taste for vegetarianism. I know exactly what my dad's going to do. The following is a hypothetical dialouge:
Dad: "Natalie, you want some of this steak."
Me: "No, Dad. Remember I told you I was a vegetarian now?"
Dad" "Well, come on now, I just cut you this peice of steak. Just eat the steak."
Me: "No, thanks Dad. I can't."
Dad: "Eat the steak Natalie."
Me: "Dad, no!"
Dad (under his breath- though not so much that I can't hear): "Fuckin hippie."
Stay classy.
Party at our place next year.
Don't do crack.
So today I had NOOOOOO class at it was amazing. I went for a run. I baked muffins. I went to Moosejaw. This will probably never happen again.
Nursing is starting to not be so bad. Not that I'm getting good grades or anything. But I'm starting to figure out options for myself so that I don't have to become a fat, depressed RN pushing pills in some suburban hospital. And I always have the Penis game to look forward to with Beth.
I'm so excited for the Holidays. This will be the last time I can actually go home, so I'm going to live it up. The parents might not be so excited about my new found taste for vegetarianism. I know exactly what my dad's going to do. The following is a hypothetical dialouge:
Dad: "Natalie, you want some of this steak."
Me: "No, Dad. Remember I told you I was a vegetarian now?"
Dad" "Well, come on now, I just cut you this peice of steak. Just eat the steak."
Me: "No, thanks Dad. I can't."
Dad: "Eat the steak Natalie."
Me: "Dad, no!"
Dad (under his breath- though not so much that I can't hear): "Fuckin hippie."
Stay classy.