Back At School

I never realized how much I missed it!
Let's see, in the short span of a week...

- moved in, met the suite mates, who are pretty much AWESOME,
- cooked my first dinner alone of sauteed peppers and chicken over brown rice,
- played an epic hour long game of Uno with said room mates, which resulted in screaming, laughing, and getting back at others for made us pick up two or four cards,
- hung out with the boys (and my "brother" Kevin), who had a "no pants night" on Thursday and left me feeling awkward (and not able to take off my pants, as I was not in comfy boy shorts)
- started learning the ropes at work
- had a girl's night out at a bar, played the designated driver but still had a blast,
- awesome.

yeah, all in one week. Today, my parents visit, and my room mate and I are going to go get some Glo fish, which are fish that actually glow. HOLY SHIT.
Tomorrow, the boyfriend visits, who is finally back from Hawaii.

Now, a story from work...
Yesterday was only my second day, and business was crap, so I ended up going home an hour early. Before this happened, I ended up dealing with one of those customers. In my part of retail, its the bratty, bitchy girls who brings in their poor, sweet mothers to go shopping.
She wanted yoga pants.
She got them.
Then proceeded to ask for a fitting room and slam the door after me. Ohh great.
So her mom found some more that she thought she may like, and asked me to bring them to her because if she did, she would throw a fit. So I brought them. The girl told me she liked the small ones she was wearing, hated the ones in my hands, and slammed the door. Wonderful. This was all after looking at me like I was a piece of trash because I worked there and I was bigger than her by like maybe one size. So she finally comes out, her mom behind me, shoves the pants she doesn't want at me and says "I DON'T need these, thanks," in the rudest way possible. My temper was a little flared, but thank god that was it, I left soon after that, but not without her staring at me like I was trash the whole time because she wasn't first in line.
I love my job.
No really, I do. I get the awesome customers too.

3 weeks...

Yes, 3 weeks until I move in.
I'm extremely exhausted from an exciting weekend of visiting the beach... and driving there.
One of the worst things about living in MA is that AT LEAST 50% of the drivers here suck horribly. Between slowing down for no reason to being cut off my some rich teenage girls in their daddy's BMW, I have never wanted so badly to take advantage of the "Sport Utility" part of my vehicle and just run the crap over these drivers. But! I am a good driver, I promise.

The week wasn't so bad also. Having an amazing set of parental units helps. Went on a 5 hour motorcycle ride with my father, who also helped (along with my mom) me to paint the bumpers on my SUV so it looks pretty before I go back to school.

This also made me realize something. I am a college girl who loves old cars and motorcycles, baseball and hockey, and doesn't mind a night on the couch with a soda in my hand (instead of booze) watching TV. But I also have a feminine side, since I love fashion and looking good. So wouldn't I be like, the dream girl for men? Hmm... Not trying to sound jerk-like or anything, I promise you, but it does seem odd...
I'll ponder this over this week while I scramble to gather money for school.