yeah, sleep has not been a very consistant theme lately. uggg. *rubs eyes*
I was literally dozing off during a meeting earlier, hehh.... bleghghh!! I'm at the comp lab atm, and going to head to Sbux pretty soon. I wish Sbux wasn't so damned expensive, it's burning a hole in my freakin pocket!! I need a Sbux slave, or something. ^.^

*yawn*


A woman thought I was 16, yesterday.
She was probably around 50ish herself, and was a customer who's stuff I'd been working on. We chit chatted a bit, and as usual, I was asked about if I went to school and all that other fuckin... just sooo ORIGINAL garbage.
When she was surprised at my age and told me I looked 16 "at most" I couldn't help but smile. I get that sort of reaction all the time from people, but hadn't heard a guess that low in a little while.
This made me particularly happy because of the way I looked at the time.
I was wearing completely normal clothing... my work uniform, and well... some really tall boots (which she couldnt see anyway)
I'm always under the assumption that a large part of what makes people think I'm a kid is 1) the way I dress sometimes and 2) my height, as I am not the tallest of persons, and could therefore still be a growing teenager for all they know.
But no... in these boots I'm around 5'10, pretty tall... and my clothing was absolutely normal, soooo... that means, she was just going off of my face, basically.
yay :D
I'm doing good. *smile*
I'm tryin anyway. been eating a bit better, shoppin at a fuckin Whole Foods now. I get like.. .half the fuckin groceries than a regular store cuz of the extreme price difference, but... hopefully it's worth it. heh.

well that was a few minutes worth of time so I think I'm going to mozy on over to Sbux now and get some retardedly expensive chai. I really could use a Sbux slave..... *raises eyebrow* ahem!

graghh, oh yeah... I have pics from St Patty's day, I gotta post those up next time when I have some more time.


some crapola from a draft:


I was not nervous as I stepped out of the room and onto the first set. The photographer was easy going, but had awful taste in music. When I voiced my discontent with his choice of music (some kind of rap which I’m sure any high school kid could have identified for me), he responded, “Oh, you’re into rock huh? Ok, how about some Jay-Z?”

I looked at him with disbelief of epic proportions. Had he REALLY just classified Jay-Z as rock?? To my extreme disappointment, the closest thing he had in his collection, was Linkin Park, whom I despised with a passion. I almost would have preferred the mainstream rap/pop music, but sadly, I knew that this was as good as it was going to get, and settled into the set to get to down to work.


cyaaaz!