[said in smooth, Tom Brady/David Hasselhoff-eque voice as I turn in my chair towards you while wearing a red plush velour smoker's jacket].. "how are you?" [Lionel Richie's "Hello" is playing in the background] [I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T KNOW IT GOOGLE IT AND YOU'RE RUINING MY FANTASY].
SO, because my birthday has been an ongoing festivity at my workplace (I'm
that loved.. for real. I've had many ask me how old I am and so many people are surprised that I am 25 which makes me feel good because they claim that I come across as much more mature than 25. HAHAHA If they only knew, amiright?
Anyhoo, I just thought I'd throw that out there because sometimes or, ah-hem, all the time I would like to appear older than I am, and then people ask me how old my kid is (inevitable) and I'm all, "He's going to be 7 in a few weeks, WHAT?" One co-worker made a comment alluding to the fact that I've likely been busy in the past 7 years what with having a kid and going to school and told me, "Good for you!" and I don't know if she meant it but it makes me feel good. Look how far we've come, baby. It's weird to think that I'm this person that most people would have looked down on, yet HERE I AM in a pretty decent job with a pretty decent degree and all [cue fist pump a la Jersey Shore]. Sorry to be so boastful but it's not often I feel so proud of my accomplishments and I guess I'm getting sentimental in my old age.
Completely unrelated: So, I have not talked to my mother about the laptop SITUATION (hahah another Jersey Shore reference DON'T YOU MISS LIVING WITH ME!?) because, well another situation came up. I am officially like the worst daughter ever. Supporting point #212321: Here is a chain of e-mails that took place between 3:20 and 6:55 pm today:
E-mail 1: "Ticketless Travel Passenger Itinerary" (my mom to me)- [showing that my mom has booked a flight to arrive here at 6:05PM Friday 12/10 and depart Sunday 12/12 at 1PM in order to see my graduation ceremony which I had previously told her was on Saturday 12/11]
E-mail 2 (Me to my mom): I forgot to tell you I just found out that my ceremony is at 10 AM on Sunday 12/12... I don't know how to write that without it sounding like a sarcastic joke but it is true! Sorry :-(
E-mail 3 (my mom to me): How long do you think the ceremony will last? I'll change my ticket to a later departure.
Love,
Mom
E-mail 4: (me to my mom): ?
AND THAT IS WHY MY MOTHER'S HAIR TURNED GRAY WHEN I WAS 16.
And without much further ado, HAPPY HARVEST CELEBRATION.. er.. HALLOWEEN! (OMG someone ELSE told me about how their church was having a harvest celebration because they don't "do" Halloween.. where the kids will dress up in costumes, receive candy in bags, and "celebrate" the "harvest.." WTF you don't DO Halloween? Oh, you've
done Halloween yo..
