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I am officially back in Bel Air. We turned in the keys and everything. Tomorrow I'll be going out to dinner for my dad's and my birthdays. Thursday I'll be spending the day with two of my favorite people in Philly. Friday is my birthday and I probably won't be doing anything for it because I didn't plan anything and I'm not sure if anybody loves me enough to have planned something for me.
Saturday is the big day, though. We get to wake up at 4 and be chauffeured to the airport, where we'll be leaving for the Bahamas. Which is in the Caribbean. Which is the best place in the world. And I'll have my own room with my lover. And it's all-inclusive. We don't drink or eat any meat dishes that are undoubtedly expensive, so we can't take full advantage of the all-inclusive bit, but it will still be nice.
I cut and dyed my hair the other day. The dye job didn't come out as planned, but I still look totally hot. As usual.
I've changed my settings so that I get MySpace notifications. This means that all I have to do is check my email and check my LJ friends list and I'm set to go. I'm breaking myself of the Internet because all it does is cause trouble and ruin my life.
I got really into The Body Shop and I had an At-Home party with them in May. When my orders came in, I was missing three different items. My consultant lady told me she'd ordered them again for me and they shouldn't be long. She didn't contact me at all about them until the beginning of July to tell me that she was just going to give everyone a credit instead. All right...she procrastinated a little. Shit happens. But...my mom's At-Home party was in the beginning of July, and this girl didn't bother to contact her about the details until the day before. And she randomly brought her weird, rude, disruptive daughter to the party. Then, when everybody made their orders, she neglected to tell us that most of the things we ordered were on sale. We pointed it out to her, and she only sent half of the people their refund checks. Our orders came in yesterday, and my mom was missing one item and another was completely broken. She tried to call this crazy consultant lady, but her phone's been disconnected. How bad can one lady get?
PS. I got a 95 on my Final Exam. This means that I got an A on every test and evaluation in the entire program and was eligible for some sort of National Technical Honors Society. I'm smart as shit and a big anatomy nerd.
Saturday is the big day, though. We get to wake up at 4 and be chauffeured to the airport, where we'll be leaving for the Bahamas. Which is in the Caribbean. Which is the best place in the world. And I'll have my own room with my lover. And it's all-inclusive. We don't drink or eat any meat dishes that are undoubtedly expensive, so we can't take full advantage of the all-inclusive bit, but it will still be nice.
I cut and dyed my hair the other day. The dye job didn't come out as planned, but I still look totally hot. As usual.
I've changed my settings so that I get MySpace notifications. This means that all I have to do is check my email and check my LJ friends list and I'm set to go. I'm breaking myself of the Internet because all it does is cause trouble and ruin my life.
I got really into The Body Shop and I had an At-Home party with them in May. When my orders came in, I was missing three different items. My consultant lady told me she'd ordered them again for me and they shouldn't be long. She didn't contact me at all about them until the beginning of July to tell me that she was just going to give everyone a credit instead. All right...she procrastinated a little. Shit happens. But...my mom's At-Home party was in the beginning of July, and this girl didn't bother to contact her about the details until the day before. And she randomly brought her weird, rude, disruptive daughter to the party. Then, when everybody made their orders, she neglected to tell us that most of the things we ordered were on sale. We pointed it out to her, and she only sent half of the people their refund checks. Our orders came in yesterday, and my mom was missing one item and another was completely broken. She tried to call this crazy consultant lady, but her phone's been disconnected. How bad can one lady get?
PS. I got a 95 on my Final Exam. This means that I got an A on every test and evaluation in the entire program and was eligible for some sort of National Technical Honors Society. I'm smart as shit and a big anatomy nerd.