Eh now I don't really have the drive to write about yesterday. I'm all sleepy and it isn't interesting...just my day. -shrug!- :) I'll give you the basic gist, though:

- Woke up too early
- Ate yogurt
- Watched Zoolander with Stevie
- Ate lunch with Meagan (mellow), Britney (NOT MELLOW, WHOAH, I thought she was on drugs of some sort), and Stevie
- Watched end of Zoolander (I'll just tell you when I'm done doing these things with Stevie, okay?)
- Went upstairs, watched the playing of video games
- Let Stevie glomp me goodbye (that's right, I let you, chump)
- Ran around inside the house with Mum and the dogs (I mean that as literally as you can take it)
- Sims 2, TV, and other generally time-wasting things
- Talked to Kevin and other assorted folk (but mostly Kevin)
- Bed

That was pretty short, right? I hope?

Because I'm about to tell you about today.

I went shopping. And not form dorm goods, either! Nope! Not anymore! I went clothes shopping (YAY! FINALLY!)! :D Now I have a bunch of nifty (and practical :OO) clothes. Plus, it was tax-free weekend, so I scored on some serious savings.

Altogether, Mum MADE me spend at least two of the four to five hundred dollars I ended up spending. She kept insisting on these shirts that I did, in fact, like quite a lot, even though I kept insisting that it would cost a lot, and that I didn't need it.

She won, in the end.

-sigh- I feel bad about it, but I guess it didn't hurt her any, so maybe I should just take it.

:-\ Fine with me, heh. I just don't want this coming back and biting me in the ass.

Nom.

Now I've showered and feel nice. :) My new razor is amazing. I can't even feel it, and that moisturizing strip...oh, Heaven.

I'm still keeping the other one, though, because I question my new razor's ability to get a close enough shave.

And if there's one thing I can trust the old one to do, it's to shave CLOSELY. I can't tell you how many times I've bled because of it, this week.

Hmm...

C'est �a!

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And now I'm going to try to take some of the heat off of the other blog by writing something more...eh, normal? I dunno what you'd call it.

[But Katie! You're so annoyed a Logan's inability to comprehend what you're trying to say, rather than what he THINKS you mean! Won't you rant?]

-sigh- I wish I could, but...ugh, I'm just over all this with him. I've already had my semi-rebound, so I'm good for a while.

I just...I dunno, I was blinded by the relationship and the thing I thought was happiness and maybe love (but I always protested that (love) in the FRONT of my mind, so I knew it wasn't...I just didn't have the heart to tell him and I suppose it would do nothing now to tell him, nor would it make a difference), and after a while I've realized that he had absolutely no compatibility with me, nor did he have my trust, nor did he understand half of what I damn well said perfectly clearly.

Grh.

Anyway.

So, today.

Sarah and I are eating at McDonald's, which is all-around greasy and stomach-ache-making, so I dunno why I chose to get anything at all. She's talking to me after her second chicken sandwich (wow) when this guy strolls in. I look twice, thinking he might be someone I know, but he turns his head, so Sarah keeps talking, all while my eyes are set beyond her on the back of this person's head.

After a few long moments of silence where I guess I should have responded, she asks, "What are you looking at?"
"I'm wondering if I know him."
"Who?"
"Guy over there."

So she turns and squints, because she doesn't have her glasses, and that's the only way she's going to be able to see without them. Just as her eyes pop over the short divider, he turns around.

Now, try imagining this from his point of view. There's one girl, very calmly staring him right in the eye, as he turns around, and another girl, looking, frankly, like an agitated lizard.

In conclusion, I don't blame him for giving her the stink eye and squinting as she walked out. He probably thought it was funny to squint back.

In all honesty, I do it, too.

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