Umm.. EWW

Ok, I just learned (thanks to Molly) that flusing with the toilet lid up allows fecal bacteria to spray everywhere.  I think I am going to become anal about putting it down now. EWW EWW EWWWWW

So people have taught me how to be a good friend, heres what I’ve learned:
                          make promises and break them
                          make plans and never cancel them, just dont call and dont show
                          lie, even though lies arent needed
                         say youll do stuff that both parties know you never will, but hope you will
                         expect all friends to come to you, never go to them
                        its a shorter drive from my house to yours than it is your house to mine
                        lie some more.

thats about it.  Should I start doing those things? Cause I currently dont.  I never lie to friends, I try my best to always follow through wtith plans, and its the same distance. Ugh.

School is almost over! YAY!! Roomie and I are going to get crab dip and drinks tonight and then spendin the day at the lake tomorrow.  Then its major study time. Gotta ace those exams! Yah right! haha  I am actually going to my FIRST ever study group on Monday..We’ll see how that goes..

I still need to write my 6 page paper for tomorrow and my 10 pager for Monday. YUCK!  I will never understand why professors think 10 page papers are a good idea. You know they dont want to read them all. AND then still give finals!! WTF?!? TOOO much work!

Okay, homework time. I am working on my math final, which OH, is a PAPER! All the work I have done for my math class has been papers, no math..ugh.

-the lil sis-

It could be worse…

I had a dream last night that I posted a blog and didn’t tag or categorize my post. OMG?! How could I do that? The rest of the dream consisted of me going about my day, all the while thinking how many people weren’t going to read what I posted because I didn’t tag anything to link it to. It was a terrible day. Just awful!

On a less crazy but still somewhat disturbing note: My mom is coming to stay with us for a week. A WHOLE week. Like Sunday THROUGH Friday with no break. And she is bringing Thor. I love my mom and my doggie… but I love my privacy too.

My feet hurt.

Being a girl and wearing amazing shoes and clothes isn’t as glamorous as it seems. My mom bought me another pair of Cole Haan Shoes. They’re suber (yes, super+ uber= suber) cute. Not to mention the fact that instead of paying $190 for them, she got them for $70. $70! My last pair robbed my bank of $275 +tax (I hate you stupid sales tax). Aside from my sexy cowboy boots from Texas, I have never spent that much money on a pair of shoes, or pair of anything for that matter, in my life.

Fiona Mid Air Pumps

While they are cute and friendly to the wallet, they are comfy for like an hour when walking or standing 99% of the time… Let me shed a little light on you Mr. Cole Haan: That Nike Air technology is BS and does not make me feel like I’m walking on air. Or clouds. Or cushy carpet. Or soft, snuggly puppies. Negative. After 2 hours or so, it feels like my toes have been chopped off, my arches are resting heavily on a bed of broken glass, and my calves are being sliced open.

Maybe it’s just me. I even tried walking like fashion people tell you to.  It doesn’t work. And I end up looking like a graceful hippopotamus.

I will probably never stop wearing heels because I love shoes so much and I have many pairs in my closet that deserve daily attention…but it sucks. And I can complain because I can. Simple as that.

Aside from the crying feet.  As of last Friday, Zac and I are now officially registered in the state of Maryland. And poor.

Dear Maryland tax people:

You suck. A lot. So does your 6% tax. Thank you for taking almost $900 out of my bank account to register my car and buy a driver’s license. $45 for a driver’s license? Really? What am I paying for? I can make my own for like $3 and pay the kid with some beer.  At least he would be more pleasant than sitting in your stupid MVA for 3 hours, and probably not take as long. And it’s ugly. Too many little hologram thingies. And a random blue crab in the corner. And I look like a child molester.

On the bright side. I only had to pay 3% tax on my car instead of 6% because we already paid 3% in Virginia. Thank you for saving me another $700. The lady at the desk replied to my comment about having to spend so much money in Maryland compared to Virginia with: “Well. We don’t charge personal property taxes. It’s better.” Better how??? I sure would like to know. In Virginia I pay personal property tax 2 times a year. And it has never been more than $200 total. Ever.

It could be worse. At least I don’t have gonorrhea.

_theBIGsis_

Happy Birthday to ME!!! :D

Today I am 23. I feel the same as I did when I turned 22.. and as I did when I turned 21– just a little less drunk.

What is there to look forward to after 21? Turning 40? The only thing I look forward to is having the “Over the Hill” themed party because all the crap they sell at Spencer’s for it, is awesome-o. (like YUM-O. Rachel Ray? No?)

Anyway. Zac has something planned tonight. But he won’t tell me what it is. He is making me dinner, mmmm.. and then apparently we are going somewhere at 6. I’m excited!!

And I get more presents! YAY!