When I'm starting a conversation with a friend of mine, I rarely say hello. I just start talking and hope they have caller ID. I don't usually say goodbye either, which apparently bothers some people. Especially Elise, but just about everything bothers her these days, so we won't even go there.
I've been rearranging all of the things in my room lately to accomodate everything I had to unpack after I moved out of the dorm, and I came across my old CDs from 10th and 11th grade, during the obligatory teenage girl boy band phase, so all day I've been listening to songs like Quit Playing Games With My Heart and Tearing Up My Heart. It's sickening, really. What's even more sickening is that I still remember all of the words. It's a good thing I'm home alone.
The bad thing about being home all day with nothing to do and no money to spend is that I start making wishlists on shopping web sites. If I actually buy everything I claim I'm going to, I'll be able to wear 3 different outfits every day with no overlap. But I won't have time to show them off, because I will have bought so many books that it will take me the rest of my life to read them all.
But I don't have the money for countless outfits just yet, so it's 2:30 and I'm already stressing out about what to wear to TJ's tonight. If I have to wear my white miniskirt one more time I think I'm going to throw it away. Not really, I love that skirt, but there are only so many times I can wear the same 4 skirts in my closet that I can still tolerate. It's looking like I'm going to be raiding Diana's closet tonight.
A few nights ago, I switched the comments over to Blogger's new system, but I'm about to switch back to e-netation, even though it took me hours to get the new ones working. Hmph.
nicole: 19-year-old LSU sophomore. biochemistry, pre-med. native new orleanian. starbucks barista. borderline alcoholic. addicted to facebook, red bull and vodka, and college football. a little neurotic, extremely indecisive, and often irresponsible.
