february11

I had a great entry for you today but it wouldn't save so I didn't save it. This is a new one.

Here is a good thing that happened to me today: I went to the fairfax county court place to pay my way way way overdue parking ticket. Well little did I know they had armed guards at the place where I was supposed to do it. And they search your stuff too. So anyway, I went through the metal detector and I put my purse through the x-ray thing. I thought they got nothin' on me. So the guy was like "can you please empty your bag" (he called it a bag, not a purse, it is way to big to be a purse). I said "sure" what could they possibly have on me? "I want to see your keys" I took out my keys. "Do you have a cell phone in there?" he asked. "No" i said "I left it at home." Why did I tell him I left it at home. He doesn't care that I left it at home. "What do you have in your bag that is metal and black?" My cigarette case. I took it out and showed it to him. "this" I said. He said "what is inside?" "nothing" I said, and I showed him. "Oh" he said "where did you get that?" He thinks it's cool. He wants to be me. "Actually, I got it at the mall, but you can get them online too." I rule.

Then I came home and talked to Julia. Weird situations, and they're actually involving me this time. It's really weird to think about how many peoples' lives have been influenced by me meeting Nidhi. Just think about that. Nidhi is sick, she is really sick. Not hospital sick, but worst case of the flu ever sick. Her immune system was weak anyway because shit happens.

Then I went to the mall. I bought a new work shirt for the first time in like, a year. I also bought clips for my hair because I really need them. I keep finding them in random places and then loosing them again. Also I went to delias and tried stuff on and now I can order it along with those earrings for julia.

So then I went to nidhi's and I continue to say that there is nothing to understand. Shit happens.

Then I went to the theatre and we exchanged stories of our boring yet somehow dramatic lives.

Then I went to the gym. There was this guy there. Well there was this man there, and I can't figure him out. He stopped me and asked "is that your natural hair color?" then we had this long conversation about my hair. He seemed flirting with me but then again, if he's talking about hair, I'm probably not his type.

So I am going to go deal with drama. And here is your thing of the day: