So I’m super sick. Cool. And I’ve been sleeping all day. Also cool. And now that I’m awake, my body is too exhausted to actually go to any of my other sick friends’ apartments even though I live in the same building. Greatest life ever.
At least my Sims love me. Not for long though, because I’m going to kill them.
I am so beyond excited. AEPhi babies, at last! So much annoying recruitment stuff, but such a MARVELOUS result. Absolutely cannot wait to meet the amazing Alpha Pi’s of AEPhi tomorrow! And they obviously love us, since they all saw me look super crazy and scary during the recruitment video and came back anyway! Can’t wait to show them how not scary I am, and instead how charming, talented, and regular crazy I am.
I’ll miss you Tumblr/Social Life. This semester is all ready full of work, and I’m assuming it’s only going to get worse. Everything’s fine though. Better than fine. Really fine. Okay, off to read about slaves, imperialism, and European douchery.
Today I went to Superfresh. As usual I ended up leaving with way more stuff than anticipated. Meaning I went in for milk and left with $30 of stuff. So, as I was debating whether I wanted to buy pens and pencils or not, I felt someone staring at me. When I turned around there was this old man standing behind me waiting to pass. I apologized and moved my cart out of the way so he could squeeze around me. In accented English, he replied, “That’s all right, I enjoyed looking at you.” Um, uncomfortable. Following that, I ran into him repeatedly, as awkward situations love me. Each time, he would half yell, “THIS MUST BE MY LUCKY DAY!” When I was leaving the store, he came over and grabbed some of my bags for me, asking, “Are you a student at American? I’ll give you a ride to campus.” Trying to extricate my purchases from his freezing old man hands I replied, “Oh no, I’m not a student there. And I have a car. Thanks anyway.” Still refusing to let go of my bags, he said, “Well I’ll help you to your car then.” At this point I was so weirded out, that I couldn’t help thinking, sure. Help me to my car, then I can walk you back to your grave. So as we’re strolling to my car, he’s asking me all these questions about myself. I ended up making up a story about how my name was Veronica, and I graduated from NYU with a degree in international relations and how I had moved here for work. When he saw the giraffe beanie baby in my car window, he said, “Oh, you can’t possibly have a child. You’re far too young.” Then I launched into a new story about how my husband and I got married when I was 20 and we now had a 4 year old. After I had loaded the groceries into my car, I thanked him for his assistance, and tried to get away from him. He put his hand on my lower back and walked me to my door, tapped my butt lightly, told me he hoped he’d see me again, and walked away. Weirdest day ever.