Apology Accepted

I am apologetic. As a woman, as a female using feminine talk, I am by nature supposed to use fillers when making a point, such as "Well, if you think so" or "Is that okay?", and of course the ever popular, "I'm sorry." Or, "My apologies" for the Brits. Often times, I've realized I'm so accident prone and somewhat embarrassing that I apologize in advance for whatever chaos might ensue on account of my brilliant awesomeness. Point being? Well, I almost feel as if I never make a strong point, because I always "apologize" for it. I feel a lot, a great deal in fact. I'd like to think I know what passion is like. I just don't know if I ever have courage enough to stick to my guns. Lock and load, ladies and gentlemen.

I mentioned I learned a few more design techniques last Monday. Too bad I never get to use them, on account of I'm too busy dealing with crazies. Right? The Million Stem Rose Sale brings the most annoying, demanding, picky customers I've ever had to deal with. One lady kept me an HOUR after my shift making a boutonnière which, might I add WITHOUT apology, is one flower and a couple greens made with floral tape. In reality, it should take a whole five minutes. And it would have, if she wouldn't have complained about the angle of the bow. Holy zombie Jesus. I honestly believe this job is reason enough for higher education. Amen.

I'm an avid buyer of things I don't need. I could say I have this in common with alot of people, however, I think I have the sense not to purchase some of the random ridiculous paraphenalia that others would swoon over. For example. The other day at work, I priced Sun balloons with sunglasses on them. Whoever thought the sun should have sunglasses? It seems like an oxymoron to me. The vintage and second hand stores are always a good laugh too. Sometimes I get lucky, but most of the time I find myself sifting through stuff I wouldn't have bought the first time around, much less the second. I should mention that Hattie and I went to 18th Street Vintage and saw an old as balls Golf Cart for sale. We strongly debated it, for the sole purpose of riding it around campus and telling anyone who gave us a look, "What are you going to do about it. We're seniors!" We resisted however, and bought Twister and Lite Bright instead. WIN.

Last night, we had a Christmas in July party at the duplex! It was a great turnout for being so awful outside. Hattie made fun foods, including the most amazing fruit pizza I've ever had the pleasure of eating. We also had a White Elephant gift exchange, which was way fun! Hattie ended up with a bag of awesome hats, and I somehow chose the bag with a heart monitor :). Needless to say, we received some pretty random presents. Diana was also able to make an appearance, looking lovely and finally back in the states! I think we are going to love being roommates next fall, for more than a few reasons. Jam sessions all the time, and bottom line, its going to rock.

One more week of Humanities, and free at last, free at last. Taking classes in the summer has its pros and cons, but during the month of reading and studying and staying in to do said work, it makes me wonder when I ever thought it was a good idea. Alas, in a week I will be 3 credits richer. From there, on to Omaha to see Luke and Tony, and then California with the girls. A much needed vacation, in other words, and I cannot wait. I suppose I could classify these trips under things I shouldn't "buy", and perhaps some people would laugh at the amount of money I expect to get me through both. However, as my boss told me last week, I need to grow some balls. So, this is one thing I won't apologize for.

Well behaved women rarely make history.