out with a bang

In other words:

I'm feeling oddly girly these last days and it's sort of bothering me. 

But seriously, it's odd. It's like I'm cheating on myself. 

"WHAT'S WITH THE PINK, WOMAN?!"

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I am SO glad this week is over. One of my graphic design classes had me nervous-sick and I really don't do well with nervous. Nobody does obviously but I'm hardly ever nervous (it's terrible sometimes, if you really want to know) and when I am it's like my chillax brain can't process anything, it basically just sends me error messages -if that makes any sense- and I never know what to do with myself. 

My point is, I need to blow off some steam 'cause this was JUST too much stress. 

Too much stress in my tiny brain induces compulsions, and today it is convenient to say that these compulsions are leaning towards shoppin'. Sometimes they lean towards stuff like bacon, Real Housewives of Beverly Hills etc etc so it's safe to say that shopping is a sensible compulsion.

I don't have school today thanks to my college schedule-making skills and I can feel Forever21 calling my name. 

I've got LOTS to do this weekend and I'll most likely start making awesome (but so ineffective) lists. That's another compulsion of mine.

Anyway, one of the things on my list involves selling one of my favourite little babies.

His name is José.

Kidding. I'm not talking about an actual child but about something that has been with me for two great years. 

{hint hint: it likes memories.}

If you guess, you're cool.

On a funny note: I just want to say thank you to the people who Googled this to find my blog:

-mother of deja vu

(I feel so powerful with that for some reason)

-my own armpits

(yes I've got a pair of them too but I call them "my own armBradpits")

-big lula in chut images 

(I know "chut" is a BAD word in some Indian language. And what does "big" Lula mean hmm?)

-deformed vegetable

(that's likely to be found on my blog, yes.)

-moroccan oil blindness

(what?)

-where can alcohol drinks be purchased

(oh COME ON. I don't talk about alcohol that much.)

This blog is getting classier and classier.

So. I thought I'd end this post with some of my fall favourites, you know to break the Indian insults, deformed vegetables, armpits, blindness and alcohol cycle.