I got that Santa suit today. One step closer to my diabolical program plan... They will never know until it is too late (heheheee). But eveidently the ladies dig St. Nick. Whenever I buy a new costume, I always wear it back in the car and see what kind of effect it has on people. Well, I got more flirtatious activity under the disguise of a really really old jovial guy than I do as myself... Hmmm...
Ha, but anyways, I'm fighting my way to the top. I'm almost done my responsibilities for this week which makes me exceedingly happy. I am, in fact, so happy that I have felt motivated to dance and sing along with Frank Sinatra. Yeah, it's one of those moods (pure insanity).
But I WANT TO SHAVE!!! Really bad. I'm getting so patchy and rediculous looking, and above that, it's uncomfortable. But I have made a vow to carry this... this abomination around on my face until the end of the month... or atleast until Thanksgiving...
I'm not going to write much tonight though. I want to just sit and vegg out. Whoa! Matt left his cake... and my fridge still STINKS! I've GOT to do something about that. Reguardless... the cake is mine! And SPEAKING of food... I forgot to tell you about my little cooking episode last night. So I think I convinced this girl, Annie, that I'm the worst cook in the world. Not only was I not able to open the jar, but I added too much water to the boiling pot, I over cooked the sauce and made WAY too much, I got NO dressing on the salad when I mixed it up... and to cap it all off... I was telling her a story until she casually interrupted to inform me that my pot... was on fire. Yes, I melted the lid to my boiling pot because I set it on the stove. We laughed about that for a while... and I still have a giggle or two left because I haven't done something like that since I was like 12. I don't know what came over me last night that made me so clumsy. I mean around here I received the comment from one of my residents that "if Belmont had a Ninja major, you would be all over it." But alas, last night... well I'm just lucky I didn't burn the whole place down.
Having said that... I am going to lay on my futon... eat this cake... and watch a movie till I fall asleep. Peace and love.
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Here is a comforting note from your ever faithful mom... buy a little box of baking soda, open it, and put it in your fridge to get the stink out. If you do it b/f Thanksgiving, when you get back it should smell nice.
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Clumsy around a girl? Come on, don't act like you don't know why. Good advice from your mom. I guess that's part of their job, though.
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