— Sara Bareilles is always stuck in my head.

Today at work I got to poke my head out the door and yell, “FREE PRETZELS!”

It was a very gratifying experience.

When I was younger, maybe around six or so, my family and I went to see a bunch of pianos for sale. So there I was sitting at some piano bench when I asked my mom for a stick of gum. She gave me one and I laid it there, unopened, on the piano’s lid. Then, a couple moments later, due to either a) my lack of attention span; b) my lack of memory; c) my lack of understanding of physics, or some other godforsaken reason, I opened the piano lid and of course the stick goes sliding down the surface and falls somewhere inside the piano.

So naturally I do what I do best and freaked out. I figured that some poor unknowing family would buy this piano only to discover a stowaway stick of gum that was not supposed to be there. And that someone would dust the stick of gum for fingerprints and that the cops would come find me and take me away for having done something so horrible. I had nightmares about this for a very long time.

And that is why I do not like cops.

Hahaha someone just tweeted that pretty girls have an A in their name…

… why do I have 9?

I have a song stuck in my head that is basically about creeper men

and lo and behold, I look at my Facebook friend requests. Music speaks the truth.

I miss having reasons to dress up.

Antioch isn’t exactly the best source for parties or expensive endeavors.

You know what’s cute?

Those stuffed animals that come dressed up in costumes of other animals.

Facebook’s suggested pages contains “God”

and also “Cheez-It”


make of that what you will.

awkward

I don’t have a car to go anywhere, all my friends are still in school until June, I can’t go running because my allergies are deathly, I can’t go outside in general because of those allergies, annnnnd my sleeping/eating/life/whatever habits are screwed.

I miss Berkeley.