I decided to give up on my francais devoirs and devote myself to a quality post instead. You are welcome.
So lent starts today.. I actually kind of hate Ash Wednesday because I have always been that idiot girl that tells people they have something on their forehead, thinking I am being a good person because no one else will tell the poor girl that she has black crap all across her face. Sigh. I never learn, either. I'm pretty sure I have managed to do that every year of my education career. I just don't respond well to things being out of context. I am much better at life when I know what to expect and where to expect it. If I sat in church all day I wouldn't be motioning to people to wipe their forehead. I mean I like to think so at least. I am also not a fan of surprises. Take note.
So lent. It always sneaks up on me. Now it's the start and I have no idea what the heck to give up. Yesterday I was running ideas by Abby.. it went something like this:
Abby: "Ali is giving up sweets and soda. Wouldn't it be cool if all four of us [roomies] gave up sweets together?"
Me: "F that."
Abby: "Well I'm giving up milk chocolate. It's going to be rough because that's what's in baked goodies and most candy, you know?"
Me: "Wow yeah I definitely can't do that. What if I gave up texting?"
Abby: (hysterical laughter) "YEAH RIGHT!"
Me: "Okay okay you're right.. what about.. no, no. I couldn't do that. Or.. no. There's no way. Uhh Lean Cuisines?"
Abby: ...
Me: "You're right. That's lame. Crap. I give up."
So I am still without something to give up for lent. Kerry and I toyed with the idea of giving up Amy McCoy. I would miss her entirely too much though. I need some ideas, peeps. ASAP.
Last night I went to Roswell for a Nagoya birthday fix. It was incredible. The only problem was that stupid Paul is still in a stupid growth spurt and was inhaling MY sushi. We ordered 6 rolls. AND sashimi. AND edamame. For four of us. Paul was still hungry. We usually try to fill him with fried rice before the sushi comes out so that we are on a level playing field, but in all of the birthday excitement we forgot. F our lives.
Yesterday in Spanish Fuad winked at me and called me Sarah-ita again. I died. He also busted out with a little salsa action, and unnamed certified d bag goes "GET IT FUAD!" Fuad replied that salsa is his specialty and that he cannot wait to bring the ipod and teach us all his moves. I'm pumped. Fuad also kicked over some girl's coffee this morning, and then ran out of the class to get paper towels, then gave the paper towels to the girl and made her clean it up. bahahaha I was cracking up long after everyone else had finished with their inaudible chuckles. Embarrassing.
Last night Victoria revived my love for Bon Qui Qui. Girl I will CUT you.
My birthday is TOMORROW. I cannot wait. Here are a few reasons why February 26 is the best day of the year:
- I get to wear my tiara.
- Hollis and Jenny are coming.
- I get to be as narcissistic as I please (Melanie would argue "as opposed to the days that you aren't??")
- I get to stuff my face with Agua Linda for lunch. While wearing a giant pink sombrero.
- I get to stuff my face with Shokitini sushi. While wearing my tiara.
- Karaoke.
- Cake.
- Dranks. Fo free.
- New dresses.
- Photo shoots.
EEEEEEEEE
okay f I have to go to french.
deuces.
