Wednesday Dilemma
Ok so there are several thing to add. First, I apologize to those loyal readers who have checked and realized I have been a slacker for the past few months.
The dilemma of the day is that I have no idea if I'm supposed to pick a place for lunch with the soccer dude. I am going to coach soccer and I need to meet with the guy that runs the program. Well, we tried to meet last Tuesday, but he was sick. I ended up showing up and talking to one of his co-workers. Next thing I know he sends me this message, "Friday at lunch time, I will allow you to pick the venue." What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do I now have to go to lunch with this guy? What happened to meeting him at the North Amherst Rec Center? Any thoughts would be appreciated...
So yesterday I decided that the snow capital has done me in and that I needed new kicks for the snow. I had accidentally left my real boots back in Beantown over break and it has been snowing--well, blizzarding, really--for over a week. I went online to order LL Bean's 'snow mocs', however, for the first time in my life since being a size ten, I was informed that they were out of my size in ALL the colors. Ok, so really most of them didn't matter because I would only have bought the black on black shoes, but that's not the point. What place has such a corner on the market as to sell out of size ten in women's?? I've never heard of such a thing! Anyway, lucky for big-footed me, I fit snugly into men's size 8 and 1/2--and that size they had in stock and in black. I was a happy camper after talking to the customer service people. I even got free shipping. My feet await their new friends....
The second story I must share is this morning. As I have been late to every single 8am class of Divorce, except one, I decided that I could NOT be late again. This morning I renewed my vow and got up extra early and out of the house on time. I even went a new way so as to avoid the completely unnecessary traffic caused by dipshit buffalonians simple because they have no clue how to merge. Honestly, I've never encountered so many unnecessary traffic jams in my life. Anyway, so I went the back roads and still was going to be far too late. It was then I decided to give up, turn around, and go start the morning like a sane person. That was all well and good until I got to school. Parking was, as par normal, a mess by the time I got here. Knowing that I was going to have to park about a mile away, I briefly parked in the pay lot, so that I could drop off all my stuff and not have to haul it all for a mile in the snow. WELL, just as I was coming back out to my car to re-park, this guy next to me asks me for a jump. So like a typical girl I say, "sure, but I have no idea how to jump you..." He knows how to, so I open my hood only to realize that my battery is in the back of my car. Knowing the horror that is my trunk I reluctantly tell this guy the news and probably started turning beat red as he followed me to the back of my car. This boy will forever remember me as the girl with the messiest trunk. I usually clean it out twice a semester, but I had not gotten the chance due to the snow this semester. Ugh. OK, papers were everywhere, as well as several tampons....and I think to myself that this can't get any worse. (NEVER think this...) As he's jumping his car, he is like 'so, you go to law school here?' and I tell him yes. He then tells me that's why he is here and that he will most likely be coming here next year. So now I will be 'that third year girl with the messiest trunk ever.' Excellent--UB will finally admit a cute boy and he will stay far away from me after said trunk experience.
I'm hoping for an upswing to the remainder of the day....
The dilemma of the day is that I have no idea if I'm supposed to pick a place for lunch with the soccer dude. I am going to coach soccer and I need to meet with the guy that runs the program. Well, we tried to meet last Tuesday, but he was sick. I ended up showing up and talking to one of his co-workers. Next thing I know he sends me this message, "Friday at lunch time, I will allow you to pick the venue." What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do I now have to go to lunch with this guy? What happened to meeting him at the North Amherst Rec Center? Any thoughts would be appreciated...
So yesterday I decided that the snow capital has done me in and that I needed new kicks for the snow. I had accidentally left my real boots back in Beantown over break and it has been snowing--well, blizzarding, really--for over a week. I went online to order LL Bean's 'snow mocs', however, for the first time in my life since being a size ten, I was informed that they were out of my size in ALL the colors. Ok, so really most of them didn't matter because I would only have bought the black on black shoes, but that's not the point. What place has such a corner on the market as to sell out of size ten in women's?? I've never heard of such a thing! Anyway, lucky for big-footed me, I fit snugly into men's size 8 and 1/2--and that size they had in stock and in black. I was a happy camper after talking to the customer service people. I even got free shipping. My feet await their new friends....
The second story I must share is this morning. As I have been late to every single 8am class of Divorce, except one, I decided that I could NOT be late again. This morning I renewed my vow and got up extra early and out of the house on time. I even went a new way so as to avoid the completely unnecessary traffic caused by dipshit buffalonians simple because they have no clue how to merge. Honestly, I've never encountered so many unnecessary traffic jams in my life. Anyway, so I went the back roads and still was going to be far too late. It was then I decided to give up, turn around, and go start the morning like a sane person. That was all well and good until I got to school. Parking was, as par normal, a mess by the time I got here. Knowing that I was going to have to park about a mile away, I briefly parked in the pay lot, so that I could drop off all my stuff and not have to haul it all for a mile in the snow. WELL, just as I was coming back out to my car to re-park, this guy next to me asks me for a jump. So like a typical girl I say, "sure, but I have no idea how to jump you..." He knows how to, so I open my hood only to realize that my battery is in the back of my car. Knowing the horror that is my trunk I reluctantly tell this guy the news and probably started turning beat red as he followed me to the back of my car. This boy will forever remember me as the girl with the messiest trunk. I usually clean it out twice a semester, but I had not gotten the chance due to the snow this semester. Ugh. OK, papers were everywhere, as well as several tampons....and I think to myself that this can't get any worse. (NEVER think this...) As he's jumping his car, he is like 'so, you go to law school here?' and I tell him yes. He then tells me that's why he is here and that he will most likely be coming here next year. So now I will be 'that third year girl with the messiest trunk ever.' Excellent--UB will finally admit a cute boy and he will stay far away from me after said trunk experience.
I'm hoping for an upswing to the remainder of the day....
posted by 'chelle at 10:50 AM
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