Ok, so it's been a few days since I've written give or take a month or 3. My b. Let me do a quick Cliff Notes version on what's been going on in my life. I went through a pie making phase, which has moved into making everything with Laughing Cow cheese (35 calories per wedge? That's amazing! {I'll take my money now, Laughing Cow. [tangent on my tangent on my tangent: What are you laughing at, Cow? All the other cheeses who have more than 35 calories but are equally delicious in their own right? Let's not be judgmental, Cow]}), I'm addicted to looking at pinterest.com and gilt.com though I can never afford anything on gilt and do not have the motivation to do any of the DIY things on pinterest. I got a mini-promotion at the statehouse. Less hours, more money, shiny new title that means nothing. Woo! I learned several new techniques in which to braid my hair, after which I contemplated chopping my hair off in frustration. I signed up to take the new GRE in September, despite not knowing what I want to study in grad school. Not that endlessly studying vocab words that Noam Chomsky doesn't know isn't fun, because it totally is. Watch out future scrabble opponent, Ima drop a "perspicacious" bomb on that board. Aaand that $200 spent on test prep books and cards will finally pay off. I actually allotted this time to study fucking special triangles. Whoops. I switched fabric softeners after Downy made my beloved April Fresh smell like a $5 hooker. This probably doesn't seem like a big deal, but I've been in a monogamous relationship with April Fresh since I can remember. It's like that little Downy bear grew up with me then abandoned me...to be a $5 hooker. A note to P&G: if you want to keep my business, and you do (to say I use more than the recommended amount is an understatement), re-name "Spice Blossom Dare". You may as well put "massive tool scent" on the bottle. Thank god I didn't go into marketing like I should have or that could have been me making that name up. The "Freakonomics" podcast and the Elle.com horoscopes are my new best friend and Alexander Skarsgard on "True Blood" is my new lovahhh. Laugh about those Elle.com horoscopes, but after stumblingupon mine one day I was sold. It was eerily specific to what was going on in my life. There are definitely days when it's off, like when it tells me that I'm a classy lady who just loves to wear Celine and Hermes (I got a promotion, I didn't win the lottery or $100,000 on a Bravo reality show) and that I'm going to rule today in the board room. If by board, they actually mean bored room, then they are correct, as I have fallen asleep at my desk 3 times this week. Just another lesson in proofreading and not relying on spell-check. Speaking of which, I'm tutoring four athletes in various subjects who were all born in 1994. Suddenly, 23 doesn't seem so young...
Ok, so that wasn't very Cliff Notes-ish, but I also said I would write on this blog at least once a week. Clearly, I'm not to be trusted.
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