What is there to do in WalMart?

I should let you know up front. I love the f-word. I don’t use it too profusely, but if it offends you, I’m sorry. But, hey, sometimes you’ve just gotta drop an f-bomb.

Today was a mess of serendipity — the good kind. I lost my Algebra book last week, which sucks. Especially since it was a rental. I’ve called the lost and found twice. Nothing. The second time I called, I just muttered "Fuck that fucking peroxide fucking blonde," after I hung up. She will get some terrible karma for just leaving it there. Whore.

Ahem.

Anyway, I discovered that I can use the online copy I got with this MyMathLab program I’ve been using to help me out. Math and I don’t get along. I’m good at it, but sometimes, I can’t quite make the concepts sink into my long-term. I think it’s mostly selective. I really don’t like math. But anyway, I found out that I could just use the eBook. The entirety of the textbook is there. I was stoked. All I have to do is pay for the rental. I won’t have to buy a new one! YESS!

Afterward, in my PoliSci class, I had a few incidents. I actually looked at my chair before I sat down and narrowly avoided a spider. And a panic attack. It was fucking huge. And scary. And arachnid-y. Just…ew. I’m terribly arachnophobic. So I sat on the other side of the room, and ended up speaking more in one hour than I have for the whole of the semester! As it turns out, I’m good at finding things in textbooks. The very reason why I can slack off and still do so well on tests. Because I’m awesome.

After some little things, like getting good seats on the train and getting a ride from Casey’s mom, the two of us went to WalMart. Actually, it was one of our new routine outings: Fast food (Jack-in-the-Box and strange conversations), It’s a Grind (more caffine than we should ever have, ever), and WalMart. We told more "That’s What (S)he Said" jokes than is socially acceptable; we fought with foam swords; we found random parking lot balloons; and we gossipped more than I’m sure Sarkis would like. It’s what we do best. 🙂

I asked her about the Double, about whether she and Sarkis even mentioned it to Luis. Not only did he bring it up, but Luis thought it was a good idea. I love hearing things like that.

This weekend, I have to buy some new dresses. One for the Double, and one for Melissa’s Quince. Melissa (part of Melissica) is one of the sweetest, silliest girls I’ve ever known. I met her last summer, and she instantly became one of my favourite people. Jessical, the other half of Melissica, is basically the same girl, just blonde and more than a little ADD. The two of them are interchangeable, but in a good way. They’re the same person, and I love them both. They’re like little sisters, or pets or something. 🙂

So a subtly eventful day. It’s the little things, you know? They’re what make me happiest.

On a side note, my nails are not happy with me. That’s what I get for peeling my polish off. It’s one of my worst habits. But at least I don’t bite them anymore!

Well, I’m off to make my lunch, pack my bag, get my clothes together, and pass out.

It’s a plan.