one pro of moving back in with your parents: if you throw your dirty clothes in the wash, eventually they'll get washed, dryed, folded...the whole shabang.

one con of moving back in with your parents: if you throw your thongs in the wash, they'll get washed, dryed, and hung on the door knob with rocks at the bottom because your dad things they make more appropriate slingshots than underwear.

it's been a while, my apologies

I got a job at a new restaurant in ft. worth as the pastry chef.  Quite cool, until they changed up my hours and informed me I now work at 3 in the morning.

In 5 hours I will be on a plane to London, yea-yuh!  I'll be walking around Europe for 3 weeks with Miss Erin McClung.  Right now I'm working on packing.  Do you realize how little will fit into one of those hiking backpacks?  It's rediculous.  So I'm going to go ghetto-rig said backpack. 

Ciao

I try not to put terribly random stories on here, but I usually just can't resist, so here goes another one:

I walked into the bathroom at school today and this Korean cleaning lady wearing one of those korean upsidedown cone hat things was in there and when she saw me, she froze, closed her eyes really tight and stuck her tounge out at me (and she had a lot of metal on her teeth...just trying to give you a visual).  After the scary face she started hitting the stick of her mop on the floor and chanted "aye! aye! hi! hi! it's ok, it's ok!"  (I think she added the 'it's ok' because I was obviously freaked out).  Then she came up real close to me (luckily she was really short or that could've been akward...moreso i mean) and started saying something really happy in Korean I guess and gave me a thumbs up while doing a happy dance and then said something that she obviously didn't like and did this swoopy thumbs down thing and furrowed her brow, then she repeated the whole thing and stared at me like she was expecting me to do something...so I did her happy dance, and then she joined back in and that went on for a bit.  Then she said "YAY!!!!" And I said "YAY!!!!"  And then I told her I liked her hat, backed out of the bathroom, and found another one with no crazy ladies.  If I hadn't had to pee really bad, and we weren't the only ones in there, I might've stuck around, but that was a just a leeettle bit trippy.

I really want to be an economics major.
but that would be irresponsible of me because seeing that I want to own my own restaurant, business management is the obvious choice.  I would do a double major but then I'd be in school till I'm 40.  fer serious

economics is just so much more valuble than oh say, organizational behaviors.  Do I know what sexual harassmant is? yes I do.  Do I realize that different people work in different ways?  why yes, in fact I do.  It just really seems like a major full of information that is pretty much already built into us.  Bah

I think I'll finnish this "hey, don't touch your employees like that" class and then do a switcharoo.  I just feel that if I'm paying to learn, I should be, oh I dunno...learning? 

you know what's wrong with shelled sun flower seeds?  you can chug (yes chug) a whole bottle in about 10 minutes, which aparently contains 119 grams of fat....usually I don't care about things of that nature, but man, that's a helluvalotta fatness.  They really should put that in HUGE BOLD PRINT on the lid. Even, "YOUR WINDOW TO OBESITY" would suffice.

you know what's wrong with apartment hunting online? they have a way of making the property look muuuuch prettier than it actually is.  that and they LIE about the rent.  lielielie

you know what's wrong with 8am classes? well that goes without saying.

I figured that instead of flat out complaining about stuff, I'd through a new twist on it.  I was hoping the whole rhetorical question thing would throw yall off and you'd be like, "hey, was she just complaining? cause I really can't tell.  man, she's a sneaky one she is"

okbye

I have a feeling this is going to be one crazy semester

I was in class a couple of days ago and this guy with the most beautiful dreds was sitting in front of me and the whole hour and a half, I wanted to touch em, they were that pretty.  And since that would be a little weird, I went home and put my hair in dreds; I figured I'd be a little less likely to get a restraining order that way.

I think I picked the worst combination of classes this semester.  I have accounting (which I really have no idea what that is but the teacher lady and a few other people told me it is the hardest class at UTA...what?? if it's harder than all of those crazy science and engenering classes then I think I'm doomed; but there's no way, that's crazy talk is what that is.), economics (which I bombed in highschool), government (which I bombed at TCU), and a buisness management class in which our grade is determined by our level of participation...crap.
I guess at the very least it'll be one of those charictar building experiences I've heard so much about.

I'm in love with my government teacher though.  He's a bitter 50 something divorcee who is more like a stand-up comedien than a teacher.  He told us that in his class, we can't say "bless you" if someone sneezes, we have to say "damn you" because they're spreading germs...hah, funny man.

ohohoh!!! Erin & I are going backbacking in Europe for 3 weeks this summer.  we're going to sleep on trains and in hostles and things of that nature.  how cool is that? 

does anyone want to teach me Spanish?  I don't know how much longer I can take a group of people talking in spanish, pausing to look at me, and then bust out laughing...EVERY NIGHT!!