And if that's not enough I had the gall to decide it was time for a clothing drive, so my room is now full of the results from like ten college girls cleaning out their closets to donate to the goodwill. What was I thinking? I remember, I was thinking I should clean out my closet, but I didn't exactly have time for that. sigh.
There's a fly in my room flying in laps around my head. You know, fly, we can live together in this room peacefully. You don't eat much, I don't smell bad. But you're just going to far and if you keep it up you're going to have to die. Why can't you just stay away? Why LAPS around my HEAD, for god's sake?
So anyway I go to my friend's baby shower today, which was fun, she's my SWE treasurer so I totally love her. And these other girls that were there (not in SWE) started talking about how when they were looking for a present for the baby shower they just thought all the little outfits and toys were sooo cute, it just made them want to have a baby too. Um, did I miss that gene or something? All I could think about was how retarded and expensive the outfits were. I used to work in a shoe store, and it was kinda sad to see people spend $25 on little baby nike shoes (I'm not kidding) that I knew their kid would wear for like a week. But they were "cute". So I just sorta didn't say anything at all, probably had this bitchy disgusted look on my face but it's nothing to me. Let's just say that no part of baby shopping, baby showers, that REALLY frightening "Baby Story" show on TLC, or even babies themselves, make me want to have a baby any time soon. I don't find it cute, I find it scary as hell.