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I'm not gonna pretend this week was any better then last week.


When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.  I read that on a can of lemonade once.  I think it applies to life.


So when faced with Halloween and no costume, I took a leaf out of Ron Swanson's book.  I have now, one Halloween Costume.  It's my costume.  My Halloween Costume.  No more brainstorming, getting cute, trying to find a non-slutty outfit.  Designated Halloween Costume: Rosie the Riveter. 

This is from last year.  I didn't even bother taking pictures this year.  It was a lame dance.  I looked awesome. Take my word for it.

School was lame.  Funny how that happens.

So I got invited to something, to be honest the story only works if you are also in the dark about it.  David texts me and invited me "somewhere".  So I put on a flannel shirt and smokey eye my eyes... going for a sexy farm-girl look.  I'm always shooting for random looks.  Then we get to another girls house and David is snooping around like he does since he has epic ADD, and she is on the phone and reminds everyone to bring their ID.  Ah ha!  David was unaware that this place needed ID, even though he knew it was a bar (just so everyone knows, it was just to hang out, no alcoholic drinking was going to be involved.  *I assume.)  

*You know what they say when you assume though....  Maybe Google it, because I'm not entirely confident I have the phrase right.

I never felt so unwanted.  False, I've felt a lot more unwanted but let's not talk about my deep-seated insecurities when I have a funny punch-line waiting... So David has to drive me home and I started to wonder:  since when did I get so YOUNG??  Answer: the day I came out of my mother.  Gross.  But you laughed so it was worth it.

Here comes Saturday... Full Blown snow.  Not the lame, rainy, hail-y, cold but icy snow.  Snow on my poor, frost-bitten truck and I do not intend on going outside.  I'm not emotionally ready for a snow day.

So I do homework, read, clean, take a shower and walk around my apartment in my robe.  I wear my robe about 90% of the time that I am home.  My robe or my Cheetos pajamas.  And I have busy roommates so it's very rarely a problem.  Well today, unaware that my roommate was home, I walked out to get some more water... in my big-blue-made-for-men robe.   

Let's just say I am glad I am not in a "New Girl" (great show, you should check it out) situation.  Cuz if it had been boy roommates, I would have been super embarrassed.  As it was, I accepted the confused look I got and instead distracted my roommate with my witty banter, which can get me out of literally anything.  Besides a snow day.  I'm mostly sure.

Never underestimate me. I'm complex, like a fine Italian wine or maybe a Chinese finger trap.

Also:  No-Shave November.  So excited.  Women can participate too right?

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