I pretty much ignore this thing’s existence lately. Sorry to disappoint anyone who actually reads this stuff.
This is going to be a big fat entry with links to longer stuff in case you’re not interested. Cos that way you don’t have to read any crap and your friends page won’t be insanely cluttered with useless lists of the shit I’ve been doing lately.
Even when I’ve been in a crappy mood lately, underneath it all I’ve been absurdly happy. I have my own apartment now, I have a decent job (and a once-a-week-cos-it’s-fun-job too), school is going well, and I have the greatest boyfriend ever.
Things that have made me happy lately include Pat, my roommates because they’re insanely fun, and my friends around here because they rock. I also redecorated the bathroom (with help from my roommate Mike), and went shopping today and sales always make me feel better about life because I have a vagina and shopping has that effect on those of us with vaginas.
The Story of How I Came to Have What I’m Willing to Bet is the Best Bathroom in This Whole Apartment Complex
So I decided the other day that I wanted to clean the bathroom and make it look better. We had a black shower curtain and a black rug that smelled like ass so I wanted to throw it out.
I went to Target with the intention of buying the following:
-a new black rug to match the stuff that was already in the bathroom
-a towel rack to put over the door to get everyone’s towels off the one towel rack already in the bathroom because those towels don’t fit on it
-maybe some hand towels for the towel rack already in the bathroom
I left Target with the following:
-an over-the-door towel rack
-a metal caddy with 3 shelves to put shit on to try to organize a little
-a new shower curtain, with stripes of white, navy blue, teal, light blue, and lime green
-a large rug, a rug that fits around the toilet, and a toilet cover in the teal that matches the shower curtain
-hand towels in the lime green and navy blue of the shower curtain
-a set of 3 shelves (fun shadow-box style ones)
After coming home and putting all this shit in the freshly cleaned bathroom just to confuse the hell out of my roommates (who I think actually liked it), Mike and I then went to Home Depot and the dollar store to complete the bathroom.
The bathroom is now painted the light blue of the shower curtain. Mike helped with that, and he had a lot more fun than I really expected he would. We also had WAY too much fun at the dollar store, on what happened to be 10% off day.
Extra bathroom things we bought at the dollar store:
-toothbrush holder, soap dish, and lotion pump in navy blue
-candle holder and candles for the bathroom in navy blue
-a basket for the back of the toilet to put junk in
-funny little parrot soap
and the fun things:
-a set of 3 photo frames to hang on the wall that we’re putting photos of each of us making an “oh man you smell” face in
-a black family (Mike bought a figure of a black family sitting on a couch, drinking cocoa. Don’t ask.)
So that’s the story of my bathroom. It makes me absurdly happy every morning when I take a shower and every time I have to pee.
What I Bought Today at Kohl’s
So I went to Kohl’s to look for a red tank top because I want to be Satan for Halloween. I ended up leaving with a bunch of things that were on red-ticket clearance for $1 because Kohl’s is nuts and has the craziest damn clearance ever. For $1 each, I bought a red tank top, 3 skirts, and a pair of plain black dress shoes (yes, I bought shoes for $1… which kinda weirds me out, actually). I also bought 3 pairs of underwear on clearance for like $1 each and a hoodie for like $4. I love the fact I bought new clothes and barely spent any money. I can’t really wear the skirts since it’s a little cold, but I got a red one that I can wear with the devil getup if I want, and if the devil thing fails, one of the other ones is navy blue and the hoodie is white with navy blue and I can buy a stinkin hat and be a sailor.
Ok, enough of stupid shit that excites me more than it should.
So… that’s the parts of my week that I enjoyed in one big, longer-than-is-ever-necessary journal entry that I’m sure you’re thankful I put behind a cut and if you really read all that… wow. I think you might have issues and should maybe quit stalking me. Or not… weirdos.