WTF? I'm 19. Puberty is over. STOP GROWING. KTHX.
Now, Ye Olde Friday Five, which I have never bothered to do before but am doing now for lack of more interesting things to babble about:
1. When was the last time you laughed?
At EB Games today, there were signs everywhere saying "WE DO NOT TAKE CHECKS", including a little spiderman cutout with a word bubble stating the same taped to the register. I looked at the guy ringing me up. "Okay, I gotta ask - how many times a day do you have people asking if you take checks?" There was much laughter as they detailed how people would write their checks on the counter right next to one of the signs, as their children tug on their sleeves saying "mommy, Spiderman says they don't take checks". As for a *real* laugh as opposed to the laughing-with-strangers-over-the-stupidi
Nevermind, it was five minutes ago upon discovering that Tish very likely has a job. GLEE! :D
2. Who was the last person you had an argument with?
I can't remember. I rarely have arguments in the "I'm-right-and-you're-wrong" sense. I consider arguments to be disagreements where there is some amount of heat behind each side - and they usually wind up badly (i.e. "I feel no need to associate with you any longer"). Misunderstandings are slightly more common.
3. Who was the last person you emailed?
I have NO idea... I rarely use email. Probably my mother, letting her know I'm alive.
4. When was the last time you bathed?
This morning, to discover that I'd managed to break the skin with my nails while scratching my leg. Soap = open wound = owwie.
5. What was the last thing you ate?
Part of a smoothie yesterday (David got the rest, as I had foolishly forgotten that Smoothie King's medium size is enough for three meals).
Amy Lee (lead singer of Evanescence) is such a cute little gothnugget.
It's move-in day here at the apartments! JOY! This means I awoke to run errands only to discover that two moving trucks were blocking my way out of the parking lot. Nothing more fun than maneuvering a gargantuan suburban through itty-bitty spaces! The nice man mixing paint outside his car (for reasons I do not understand and frankly, am afraid to inquire about) helped direct me to freedom.
Aw, man, this means I have to get used to there NOT being three or four empty spaces when I want to park... I've been so spoiled over the summer.