Is it sad that the highlight of my weekend was that I straightened my hair?

No, I kid. I of course did more this weekend than straighten my hair. Although as indicated by the nausea-inducing picture I took, it turned out incredibly well and I am exceedingly cute. Also, I forgot how cute that sweater is. My bosom looks lovely... very lovely.

But enough about my bosom and general loveliness.

I had a really good weekend, actually. I really had nothing planned, so I had a good opportunity to get some of my stuff put away and also totally slack off.

My bedroom is nearly completed, with the exception (no joke) of three garbage bags filled with laundry that requires immediate attention but will inevitably be put off until next weekend until I go to Racine, or if I can manage to drag myself to the laundromat.

I hate the laundromat though. I used to love it in college, because that was the only time I ever sat and did homework. It smells so nice... but now, any time I go, I inevitably get hit on by migrant workers. It is so bad that I went to Walmart and bought the gaudiest, largest fake diamond ring they had and subsequently wear it to fend off any interested parties.

Let me tell you something: those commercials that are usually for jeans or something where they show a sexy guy and girl romping in a laundromat are LIES. There are never sexy guys at the laundromat. There are guys who are looking for green cards, there are guys who have six children who all have sticky hands and koolaid all over their faces who are screaming and there are guys who give off a Chester Molester vibe. There are no taut, steamy men who take off their shirts and pants to give them a wash. Although, granted, I generally am not looking my sexy best... I am usually decked out in sweatpants (although not the cute ones, those are already dirty) and some tshirt (generally one of Michael's old ones that still manange to find their way into my wardrobe rotation) and I usually haven't showered. Which it makes it all the more interesting that I get hit on. Gah.

Okay, enough with the laundromat. I apparently feel very strongly about it though, hey?

So I went shopping with Jackie's kid sister and her aunt for prom dresses. She got a lovely navy satin number... total glam sex kitten. It made me a little nostalgic for my own prom and my prom dress... Sigh. I looked so cute that night... too bad I had dumped my boyfriend like two weeks before (but I am going to stop right there, because that is another diatribe I could launch into complete with self-deprecation and head smackery, and I am not in the mood for that). Regardless, Angie looks fab and I am sure she will have an awesome time.

I went out to dinner with the Merchants of Death on Friday. It was so nice to see Guy again, I haven't seen him in ages. Eric then came back over to my place for awhile.. just hanging out. I am so glad I have an apartment now where I can have guests over and not feel like I am bothering anyone or be embarassed that I live in a shitbox.

Saturday night I went out with Jackie and Megan, going to the Wicked Hop to see Meg's husband's band play. It was pretty fun. We then went to Points East to see the Uptown Savages. The Savages are a rockabilly band and fun to see in concert, but maaan. The kids who go see this show are such poseurs. (Yeah, I spelled posers like that. Because they are POSEURS). They all had cuffed pants and dramatic jewelry and it is like, come ON. You can't be an individual if you ALL look like that.

Anyways. Then Sunday Paul came over so he could pick up my two computers and monitors that I want out of my house. He hung out for a little bit, and it was nice. We haven't really hung out since December, when we went to Target and spent an hour at Starbucks taking pictures with my camera phone.

For dinner I made myself some weenie mac and gave myself food poisoning. Somehow the butter that I had went bad and fortunately I knew something was off and didn't eat much of it, but still managed to spend 20 minutes puking in despair in my bathroom.