ah torture...
I was finally settling to go to sleep last night when I curled my toes on my left foot. Oh my gosh...I wanted to scream. Shooting pain.
The same pain I'll get once in awhile when I extend my foot out as far as I can (when not wearing shoes)...you know, as a result of
wearing heels. This time, it was my three smallest toes. I don't know what the deal was. I couldn't bring myself to move them to straighten
them out. The pain parazlyzed my toes. I went to physically move my toes with my hand...and I couldn't feel my toes...they were numb. Straightened
them out. Felt semi-normal. But I'm dumb and when this happens, I'll do whatever made it hurt again. So I did it again. Wanted to scream. I did it
like five times and it finally got better. My feet are going to totally suck in less than five years. I wish I would do something about it...but I can
NOT give up my heels.
I had the craziest dream last night. I was friends with GW's daughters. Only his daughters were not his real daughters...they were two people I know. And they
were still "twins" even though they looked NOTHING alike and one was 30 and the other was 20. It really confused me in my dream. Anyway, we all decided it would
be a fun idea to join the Army. So we signed up on the internet. Some time passed (minutes) and we got the news we were going to be sent off to Iraq in two days.
I started freaking out, "But I'm supposed to get my braces off on Monday and I have no training!" Really, I did not want to go to Iraq. This was also when I discovered
we were on Air Force One...but it was set up like a cruise ship. I decided I needed to talk to GW to get us out of the army. So I was in the middle of talking to GW about
how I thought it would be a much better idea than us join the army than to just take us on a trip to Iraq...so the public wouldn't get pissed off when his daughters decided
the army was not for them. In the middle of discussing this, I looked across the room behind GW's desk...and noticed a plane had been...I don't know...it was a plane that was
inside Air Force One and it "took off" from Air Force One (I'm a girl and I'm also not a pilot, so I don't know the terms)...and the plane blew up. I was freaking out. I
saw the plane blow up. It was scary.
Merch students took 10 steps backwards last night when the teacher requested that merch students give a "best and worst" report on the Golden Globes. The marketing
students were very afraid of the level of shallowness in the room.
You ever get news about someone you used to be pretty close with but you no longer speak to? I got some news like that today. The person I no longer speak to...I do not know
why. I must be too loud and too liberal or something. Maybe we "grew" apart. Anyway, I got this news and I so don't care about it. I guess it confirms how I feel. I should feel happy, but I really do
not care. And I don't even feel bad about not caring. Quite frankly, I wanted to make barfing noises. Probably would have been rude, though.
I think I am going to research Detroit retail. Lack of Detroit retail. And look into it also by surveying people if they actually shop in Detroit...why/why not...and furthermore,
what would it take for people to shop in Detroit. I think it's interesting enough for me. Yeah.
3 more boxes of blonde hair dye...then I'm going red again. I've done this blonde crap for over a year. While I like it, totally sick of it.
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I almost forgot! I saw one of the most beautiful boys ever today in line at Little Caesar's. And we're not talking "Queer Eye" beautiful. He looked painfully shy, though.
He ordered the same combo as me, though.
