Ode to my Youth

Hello. 
Today at my internship (in which I was haphazardly left to my own devices!) I got a tinsy-winsy bit bored and started putting in important dates on my phones calendar.  In a few months, I will turn 22.  In another few months, I will be graduating. Me. Graduating. From College. That's crazy stuff! And very hard to comprehend. Just thought you should know.

Where I am living!

I also did some research, and I discovered that when you find articles that are completely and utterly written just for you, its the most unbelievably wonderful feeling ever! I just have to read them now. 


Also, I want to cut my hair. Feedback?  I had a dream that Nina Vicky cut my hair up to my neck and then said that it wasn't long enough to donate.  Which freaked me out more than anything else because that's one of the main reasons I am growing out my hair, so that I can donate it! And so that dream prompted a search via Yelp to find a good hair salon and it yielded pretty good results, i was happy. Plus, it was free when you go on a certain saturday and let the newbie practice on you (with the creative director supervising and making suggestions). Not bad. 


Then I got free lunch for all the back breaking work I do! That was good...chicken pesto panini...yum! Then back to my computer and I swear staring at the screen was causing my chest to constricting my capacity to breathe correctly.  I was scared, but i just got up and moved a bit. Then I downloaded the free app NPR Music and that was cool! Hmmm....ride back was fun, yay for crowded metros! And THEN!


Dinner. 


Dinner is always a big deal to me because I get to eat everything consumable in sight. So o refill my plat (only half a time more) and then go big on the dessert: chocolate banana cake, lemon bar and two scoops of ice cream.  Memo to me: this is why I don't look so good anymore. But oh well. Great conversation with the gals, we were laughing up a storm, and then Jess poured the entire sprinkles jar on her two scoops of ice cream accidentally and that created a mini sprinkles war. 

How we were laughing! 

Then on to more important things like Glee. That was fantastic! Britney (sp?) can dance!! and she has a good voice, she needs more solos.  However, I was genius and decided to do my laundry right before (thinking I had enough time) and NOPE. I didn't have enough time!  In the middle of Glee I had to get up and flew down the stairs to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer and guess what? Someone had moved my clothes for me, and left it on top of the washer. Granny pants and all (thank goodness those particular granny pants that whoever moved my clothes, moved, were from Victoria's Secret). And there were no dryers. Not one. That worked anyway. And so I waited, chatted it up with someone about the woes of having granny pants publicly showcased, and then sprinted back up the stairs to watch the rest of Glee while leaving my wet clothes on top of a dryer scheduled to finish 35 minutes from 8:35.  So after watching the epic finish to Glee, I sprinted back down the stairs only to agonizingly wait for a bajillion seconds for my dryer to be done so that I could finally put my clothes in.  Such hard work for such a menial task! No wonder I take my clothes home, my worst competition at home for laundry is Sammy's monthly pile ups!  

How I feel about missing Glee and having to wait for a dryer.
Also how I felt with roomies*.
And finally how I feel about some men-who-shall-not-be-named.
Angry!

Anyway, tired of being the victims of my roommates' relentless insults to my persona, I decided to actually do my reading, and so I did! Hooray for me for being able to do my work. Granted, I finished at midnight, but hey, I deserve some leniency, you can't expect a 180 turn around from who I used to be in light of my new revelation!


So now, after some male bashing, I am writing . Releasing the tension of the day. Which is always good, but now I am yawning and tired and need to insert random pictures of me to break up the monotony of my words.  


So I will do that now. 


Peace.




*Complete fabrication. I just needed an excuse to actually do my homework without blatantly saying I needed to do hw, and since I love pretending to be hurt, I dragged out the experience. I am such a great actress.