Why is it that I get sucked into school-supply shopping while the prices are still good, when I'm not even going to school in the fall! I had to talk myself out of post-it notes.
I think I just cheered myself up. I had a horrible morning, but I'm here on blocking it out.
Super Target doesn't sell english muffins. What the crap? The one thing I really wanted at the store. No english muffins.
My nose is itchy. I think one of two things: that whole "someone's thinking about you" thing is true, or I'm allergic to the Mango Naked juice I LOVE. Hope someone's thinkin' bout me...cause I love Naked Mango.
Today I was driving to Bros after my shift (i'm here right now, abusing internetz) and I thought I saw a shirtless hipster biking along central, the closer I got I realized it was a women in a nude-colored tank...haha. Ooooooh, hipsters.
I am a part time hipster. That's what I decided. I cheat, but I kinda don't care. I don't like buying used jeans. Something weird about that. But I love weird, old shirts. And hats.
Fall, I can't wait til fall! But am also trying not to think about it because I hate the prospect of moving home. Moving to Bloomington rather. Not thinking about it.
Know else I'm not thinking about?...Hahaha. Whenever I tell my mom stories about a guy, after a certain point, because she knows me well, she can tell. This time first she asked, "Does he like you?" I don't know. "Do you like him?" Maybe. He's cute AND nice, how could I not? Of course I might. Crap mom. Whenever my mom (or Sara) thinks I like someone...I'm a goner, if I wasn't already.
Hmm, I'm off to the beach to get burnt again and not think about things. Har har.
