i got my cheap ass pleather red shoes
today i am inspired to write a new entry. i am wearing my red shoes. im not sure what the connection is either, but its there and it doesnt happen often. the red shoes. i love the red shoes. they dont often get the glory they should. perhaps its because i only bought them because it was buy one pair get one half off at payless that day (unlike the other 364 days of the year). perhaps its because im not sure how the rest of the world feels about the red shoes. or maybe its just the fact that theyve spent the better part of their existence locked up in my closet at my parents house? im not sure what it is, but theyve started to regain some of their goodness in my eyes. ive started wearing them every night to work. they make me smile, particularly when i wear them with snowmen pajama pants and some gross sweatshirt displaying my camp linden pride.
enough love of the red shoes i guess. my life has been very boring lately. it consists of: working at the school, working at the lab, writing lesson plans, falling asleep trying to watch shows aimed at pre-teens, and going out to the bar 2 times a weekend. out of all of those things, only the bar is of any real interest. ive given up pretending that im not the average msu drunk who likes to get wasted every weekend, find some random boy, and make-out. however, recently ive given up the making out. instead i give high fives. i find that ive gotten more phone calls, more attention, and more fun from this trade off. who would have known? i love it. this past weekend cheechy, cristin and i played a game. we tried to see who could get the most high fives in one night. damn cristin for being adorable and getting wasted in 1.2 seconds. she won easily. i did get us free shots though!
i think i might add another entry tomorrow. im hoping to relive one night at camp when a group of counselors decided to run around in their bras and shorts and "mark their territory".