Friday night was spent having drinkies with almost everyone I’ve ever known down at the Watering Hole. Everyone was in such good spirits, as we had all consumed a massive quantity of spirits throughout the evening. The highlight of the night was being informed by Jessica that her boyfriend had been talking about me earlier in the evening - apparently saying that I am “such a good conversationalist” - then warning me that I best not go try to steal him away by dazzling him with my conversational skills. I had no intentions of doing so, but thought it quite fun when I took a seat beside him and he immediately launched a twenty minute convo with me, where he proceeded to ignore her completely whenever she attempted to put her two pennies in. Highly entertaining, it was.
The rest of the weekend has been pretty relaxed. I managed to stay in my pajamas all day yesterday and today, which is the pinnacle of laziness in my book. I also made cookies, cleaned my bedroom, and bought Valentine’s Day candy, which may very well be gone by the time VD gets here. I also spent a bit of time preparing for this week’s studying, as I am forcing myself to make a concentrated effort to prepare for the GRE. May 5th is the day, so I’ve given myself ten weeks to learn about 500 new words, as well as to re-learn all the math I was taught in high school. I really need to stay focused on the task at hand, and not be sidetracked by less important “things”. And by “things,” I mean “boys.” Because we all know that boys are very stupid and distracting at times. And they make girls act all funny-like. In my experience, at least.
I am so relieved to have paid off those two credit cards. And to have only one left… I know that I’ve mentioned it, like, a gazillion times as of late, but really, it feels fantastic to be at a point where I actually feel financially stable. I get paid next week, all my bills for the month are taken care of, and I still have enough money in the bank to go to Moscow if I so wanted. Awesome. (As a sidenote: I totally hate that money and happiness are mutual - the more cash you have, the happier you are. Who decided that money is so important to one’s general happiness?! I blame The Sims.)
I really need to stop eating the V-Day candy. I can feel my arteries clogging. Seriously. *rubs tummy*
Random thought of the day: preposterous is a fantastic word, mostly owing to the fact that it absolutely has to be said in a forceful, exclamatory manner to achieve the best effect. I’ve decided to start saying it every time someone says something that I don’t particularly believe. For example, say that you told me that midgets in grass skirts were hiding bananas in my bathroom - instead of saying, “Whatever,” I’d scream, “Preposterous!” And in an English accent, no less, as preposterous sounds best when spoken all British-like.
