Part of my job is planning events for the office. You may have read that already. Yesterday was this semester’s open house, and since I planned it, I spent all of Friday night being anxious and going through what I had to do in the morning. For some reason, I was ten times more anxious about this event, which happens to be way less serious than the first event, than I was about last month’s scholarship day. Work that out. Everything went swimmingly, though, and I couldn’t be prouder that everything went well … or happier that it’s done.
After the open house was finished, I went home and took a nap and waited for my former roommate to call me. She had told me she was coming to town and wanted to have dinner with me. Well, either she did come to town and didn’t call or she didn’t come and didn’t call. Either way, I’m not really surprised. I will, however, say that if you claim to miss someone so much and that you want to see that person, you should probably follow through with your plans, call and make new plans, or quit lying. Take your pick.
Anyway, my ill-timed nap made me stay up way too late and was victimized by Facebook chat. If Satan were a technological function, it would be Facebook chat. Nothing good comes from it. Not. A. Thing.
I went to Wal Mart this morning and made soup this afternoon. Don’t ask me why I was so compelled to make soup when it’s supposed to be in the seventies all week. I’ve made a valiant attempt at cleaning the kitchen (once again) and have applied for my very first (non-work) credit card. Get excited. I’m not going to lie: I don’t know much about credit cards. I do, however, know that when used responsibly, they’re good for your credit score. I also know that I am a sucker for anything offerred to me by my sorority. Apparently, they’ve partnered with MasterCard to have a WorldPoints credit card that benefits the girls. If you want me to do something, just say it’s for the good of the Fraternity. I’ll do it.
