Today, I woke up at the grand old time of 6:15. I had to be out of the house by 6:35. I brushed my teeth, threw on my new clothes and cowboy boots, and left to school. No makeup, no hair, no nothing.
During psychology, I realized that there was a tag poking me from inside my shirt. I had TOTALLY forgotten to take it off. Instead of embarrassing myself by pulling it off during class, I decided to sneak off to the bathroom after the teacher finished the lesson. It didn't take me long to forget about it once I got sucked into the documentary about serial killers.
Throughout the day, I got several comments on how great I looked. It made me laugh since I had spent a grand total of five minutes getting ready and fifteen eating breakfast. Obviously you can see where my priorities are...
I was feeling rather down later, so I went on a tweeting rant about lots of different things that I felt the need to complain about. My best friend Dylan was the only one that replied. I informed him that I loved him, and that I was on my way over with treats.
When I got there, he told me how great I looked, and quickly shoved a the chocolate cake balls I brought him into his mouth. His mom supported my new business and bought five cake balls, asking me to deliver them later.
As I told Dylan about how long I'd taken to get ready, Vince seemed amazed. Amazed enough that he was distracted from Brink (which I might sneak over to Dylan's house to play after work tonight.) Daniel just glared at me and asked why I hadn't brought him cake balls.
I went back home, and told my mom about the incredible day I'd had since I'd received so many compliments. She smirked and told me what it REALLY was. I was wearing my cowboy boots, which also happen to have a heel. Heels make your boobs and butt look better. Oh, duh.
I returned to Dylan's house with his mom's requested cake balls, only to have Dylan comment on my pants. "Are those new? I really like them!" I smiled. "Oh yeah?" Do they make my butt look good?" He laughed and replied, "Toni, I love you, but I'm not going to look at your butt."
As I was talking to Dylan, I realized that I was still wearing the price tags on the inside of my shirt. I removed them, and Dylan looked confused. Price tags are a new fashion statement, didn't you know?
I really want to play Brink. I should probably wear heels more often.
Maybe if I did I'd have a prom date.
Anyone know where I can take a "How to walk like a lady 101" class?
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