it always ends with a list

it's tuesday!

 

I went to the gym and I got a haircut from japan! and I bought some cherry coke zero! WAIT WHAT?

 

I know I have only had maybe 2 cherry cokes in my life, and i thought they both tasted like cough syrup. So I'm thinking I should probably start loving cough syrup. or maybe i already did.

 

that should be the last line of a bad book.

 

tomorrow is half priced day at value village! What a gift. Thursday at 5:15 begins spring break! what what. I'm making the trek to new york to see my ole friend bitchface abrams. I'm excited.

 

I like my new haircut, but I am a little afraid that it might be a little too cool for me. and a little too thin for me. hence my trip to the gym. it'll work itself out.

 

 

I should clean my apartment. In fact I have a whole list of things to do.

 

you want to see? I thought so, but I'll show you anyway:

1. pick up shoes

2. hang up clothes

3. fold laundry

4. dispose of dead flowers

5. register for summer classes

6. sleep

7. pay the rent

8. buy a marta pass

9. buy groceries

10. end this list.

Damn y'all that's gertrude stein

Tivo thought I might enjoy an episode of The Lucy Show featuring a guy and his dummy. They were dead wrong.

Ventrilioquist dummies are so scary. and moronic. it's strange to think of what people think of as entertainment. Please watch Idiotacracy please.

one midterm down, two to go. Well two this week one next week.

Two weeks until spring break. I read From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankenweiler in anticipation of my impending trip to new york. I don't know what I would read to make me anticipate a trip to new orleans? the side of a vodka bottle?

Oprah told me today that tequila is the new vodka.

adieu. I'm going to change my sheets.

anatomy of a nap

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN? well maybe you should. http://www.barackobama.com/

No, really you should. Just go to the website. You'll get pumped. I swear.

So it's Monday and the hardest part of the week is over (french quiz uuuhhh fuck you), so that's nice.

Lately I'm remembering all of my dreams, which is unsettling.

On Saturday at work this customer asked my coworker if she could have a sip of her half empty pepsi. grossest thing ever right? so I was relaying the story to my boss and of course I said how gross it was and he was like she's standing right there. haha oops another sale lost.

yesterday i ate pancakes as thick as your arm.

I quit before the race began

So you know I registered for this art history class that never met, so then when it finally did meet 4 weeks into the semester we had to do a paper due one week later that's worth half of our grade in the class. She has all these strange rules for it. So after a week of high anxiety with 24 hours to finish it I gave up. I hadn't done anything for it. I withdrew from the class for the first time EVER. And I have to say it feels great. 13 hours this semester? ok?

But I have decided that I have to go to the gym 5 times a week as penance.