first week of school completed

Week 2 has begun.
All my professors are men. Which I find strange for some reason. It's good though because I like guy singers better than girl singers and I think that equates here somehow.
Last week, my Art history professor put me on the spot and asked me to name a celebrity and I could only think of Brad Pitt. Immediately after I said it I thought of something better to say because I felt like it was lame to say Brad Pitt, even though he's a perfectly alright actor. I should've said Chris Pratt.
My birthday came and went. I had a really great time. My mom "surprised" me with a Doctor Who party. I say "surprised" because I knew it was happening and I knew what the theme was. The cake she made was my most favorite cake of all time. It was a 4 layer cake and I probably ate a whole layer. I celebrated with some of my most favorite people and I got enough birthday money to buy myself some new threads. A lot of people wished me a happy birthday and that was #humblebrag.
Everything is good.

Flaws

I always have to pee when I sit downstairs for our secretary at work. And I can't just get up and leave because something really important will happen if I'm not answering the phones.
For some reason, this year it's really bothering me that there are people in my life who I'd consider important and they can't remember when my birthday is. It's such a trivial thing to be upset about. It's like how I get a dozen emails about my birthday from companies during the whole month of August. That's not a bad thing. It's nice actually. But when it's real people, it bothers me.

Hey download this game it's cool and my friend made it

summertime sadness

I grew up with him. I laughed at his jokes and he taught me all my best jokes. I have watched at least one of his movies every year since I can remember being alive. He seemed to play serious and witty and kind and never mean-hearted characters. Characters that were role models. Not perfect, but undeniably good.

I love what John Green had to say, "One never knows the interior of someone else's life..." And it makes me wonder if people weren't the way that they are (people almost never say I love you to people they don't have a romantic relationship with, myself included.) and they showed this outpouring of love before he committed suicide, like they are now, would he still have done it. That just shows you how much I know about depression I guess. And how little we really know about other people's lives.
Death sucks. It's something that is so inevitable and so common; I feel like it shouldn't be a big deal, but it's always a big deal. It rips and shreds and crushes and leaves everybody ruined in its wake.


Genie, I'm gonna miss you.

desperate

I had to get my teeth cleaned today. I mostly enjoy going to the dentist. Not because of the procedures, but because I know that my dentist will give me attention. Like flirty attention. Not just regular doctor patient attention. Today, he was like, "I don't know if you know this but you've got something purple in your hair." And the assistant goes, "I think I should put some purple in my hair, but I don't know because I may never be able to get it back out of my blonde once I put purple in." And then he goes, "Hey you can't put purple in your hair because people will go 'why does this grandma have purple hair' but she[talking about me] can because she's young and cute." It was kinda mean to the assistant lady, but he called me cute so. Is it creepy for me to want my dentist to flirt with me? I don't really care. I will take any flirtations at this point.
I had a really cute snapchat conversation last night and it woke an old crush. It's totally lame of me because he lives far away and also hasn't shown any interest, but I can't help it. And I really think it's better to pine over a real person rather than a fictional one. (Peter Quill) [I would also like to note that I've loved Chris Pratt for a long time and I'm glad everybody else has caught up.]
They put this flouride stuff on my teeth and it's in this sticky paste form and she got it on my cheek so now my face is ultra sticky. I want to use goo gone or something to get it off, but I'm unsure if that's non toxic.

Dan Smith is a god. Listen to that sweet sweet voice.

Once upon a midnight dreary

I am still so sore from shaking my ass for 4 hours on wednesday. I used stomach and hip muscles that I don't normally use. The New Politics/Paramore/Fall Out Boy concert was no disappointment. I want to see New Politics by themselves when they headline in the fall. The only uncomfortable thing of the night was when Smells got unusually hostile about the traffic. I didn't even think it was that bad, but she flipped her shit. I don't understand impatience. That was odd and I didn't like that. Everything else went smoothly. Back to New Politics though, the lead singer was so handsome and lovely. He is an excellent dancer and that was absolutely the best part of the whole thing.


I just watched The Reader. God what a sad movie. Now I can't sleep.