Colette:First of all, that shit happened to me at Starbucks and I was so confused because I have like 9,000 dollars in my account because it was for my tuition and it declined me for like 2 dollars. I was so pissed and I tried it again somewhere else and it didn't work either. I called my mom and told her and she was like, "Oh wait, I think I got a call about that..." I was like, Cool mom thanks for telling me. So I called them and it was like an automated messaging thing and it told me there was fraud on my card because I made so many purchases in a short period time and I had to confirm that I made them. And they went through them... 1st one... Panera... then... Tuttii Fruitti... then candy store... then coffee... and I was like, Yes I'm obese like don't cancel my card just because I like food...
Well, aside from the fact that I am poor, they are unnecessary. And I rarely study by using a textbook. In fact, I rarely study. Yup, I get all those good grades by smoking weed and making about one million flashcards — that shit works!!
So I had to get baby sis some things at the store today while picking up a prescription…
tissue and fudgesicles (to be exact).
And I’m totally okay with doing that (because she is sick and actually needs these things) but having to buy this stuff kinda made me feel like I was telling the whole store that my boyfriend just broke up with me and it would take exactly four boxes of tissue, one box of fudgesicles, and one unknown prescription bottle to get me through it.
The fact that I was wearing sunglasses probably didn’t help.
BUT HELLO SAFEWAY CUSTOMERS—I don’t even like chocolate.
AND SOMETIMES—I need a tissue.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT?? I really didn’t want to put on makeup to buy some goddamn tissue and fudgesicles…so I threw on some shades…
Okay guys, so my tech-geek dad told me about this program, Spotify, after I was telling him about Grooveshark (and of course he had to one up me, but whatever!) Anyway, this music program just came to the US not too long ago…so I suggest you all check it out, tell your friends, and sound semi ahead of the curve for once in your life.
I’m still learning, so I won’t say too much more. BUT it is linked to facebook…which is annoying…even though it’s really supposed to be more of a “convenience.” Also, it is something you have to download (and that always makes me nervous) but if pops is telling me to do it, then it must be okay….we’ll see…
Okay so here is some really weird shit (that I still can’t believe happened, but it did) and I’ve been thinking about it long enough to actually write something:
I had this dream where I was saying a phrase wrong—this is your typical everyday phrase, any regular Joe would know, but I’m not gonna say which phrase because…well…it doesn’t really make a difference. ANYWAY. In this dream I was saying this phrase wrong to my friend and they corrected me, making me feel like an idiot, even though I kinda always suspected it was wrong (seriously, I did—this isn’t just some attempt to make myself feel better about being an utterly apparent dumbass).
SO I wake up and google the phrase AND GUESS WHAT — they were right!!
Okay so, is that not some weird shit??
It’s like I was subconsciously worried about saying this phrase wrong my whole fucking life and I had to dream about it to finally get it right. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ABOUT??
It’s like when my dad told me I was “touched in the head” and I actually got what he was saying because I totally am.