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shoe shopping?

I'm loving the little-girl-lost feel of these grown up Mary Janes, especially the scotch-tape lookin' ones. And the brown ones, I think, are the most comfortable high heels I've ever worn. Ladies, get thee to Shoe Carnival! Unlike some things, shoes always fit!

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In other news, my car doesn't rattle or whine any more. Apparently, the trip to Lynchburg wasn't good for my wheel bearings.

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Thesis meeting with Mary tomorrow. Hopefully the rain will stop long enough for me to pick up my parking pass and take my laptop to the help desk afterwards.

Tomorrow night, I'm off to the farm to play with Banjo and friends. It has been a long long time, and we are all out of practice. I'm sure there will be more fun with hoof picks than ever.

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Does anyone watch this show? First of all, WTF is up with that furry hat? Second, since when was it a good idea to take people with low self-confidence and then tell them to stop dressing like themselves and start acting like smarmy playa's? Personally, (and maybe this is the kinda-shy-nerdy-girl talking) I think it would be better to enhance what these poor saps actually have going for them: intelligence, sincerity, and (in some cases) a bit of dorky-aw-shucks good looks.

That doesn't mean I don't DVR it though. I am a sucker for baaad reality TV.

one ringy-dingy, two ringy-dingys

Ah, the life of a receptionist. I'm writing this between phone calls and crossing my fingers that my precarious connection to the wireless network will continue to work until I'm finished. I couldn't get on-line all morning, but after lunch, *poof* it worked. Hopefully it continues to.

Not too much to post on, though, because I have been so tired when I get from home from work that I've just been watching tv and going to sleep. So sad. And this is what would happen to me if I got a real job...it's what happened to me when I did have a real job. I never felt like there was enough time to really get anything done in the evenings, so I just didn't do anything. Oh well. It's summer vacation, right? Plus, I have about 6 new/revised poems ready for workshop next week, so it's not like I even have any homework.

One thing I do have to get done? Cleaning my apartment before Nephew comes home from Detroit. He's an engineering major and is doing some fancy-schmancy presentation for GM and hoping to get a job. This greatly pains my father, who is a Ford retiree. (that doesn't look right...how do you spell that word?) It's funny, when the family gets together, it looks like a used Ford dealership in the driveway. Right now, there's a Focus, two Escapes, an Explorer, an F-150, a Fusion, an 88 Ranger, a Mustang, and a couple of 2nd hand Lincolns. You know, I've never really had to do much shopping for a car, because there's only 2-3 models within my price range that I'm "allowed" to buy. Now, I say allowed because of course I'm an adult and I can buy whatever car I want, but my Dad is quite opinionated and he would torment me if I bought anything else. Plus, we get a factory discount.

This is the most pointless blog ever. I'm really sorry. It's just, well, my brain has turned to mush over the last week and I've got nothing left to talk about.

Is office space the movie with the really obnoxious receptionist who says, "Just a mo-ment" whenever she transfers a call? I'm turning into her.