boringboringboring.

I cant find my FRICKIN camera. probably should find that. i want a curling iron. i've finished entering the data for the center on aging, and now i have to do the statistics on it. and create a brochure. which i'm not pleased about because i actually have to be creative on the brochure. i like stats though. entering shit in formulas and just pumping it out. it's soothing. what else is new in my life? the child welfare conference is tomorrow. topic this year is "hot topics in child welfare". the keynote speaker, according to my mother looks like, "bob faggot- you know, the guy that did americas funniest home videos!".... i was like, "you mean bob saggat??" "oh yeah. him." great mom. also, i am still in mourning for the worlds most wonderful bathing suit. god i hate boobies. i'm reading the side of a bag of pepperidge farm goldfish, and it shows a pic of "gilbert the pretzel fish" and his quote is "that's okay, you go first" and his achievements are: vice-president "avoid the vacuum cleaner" club, hall monitor, mock U.N.-switzerland delagate. um..... what the eff? wow today is extra boring at work day. mum and kate are going away for the weekend, so i have the house to myself if peeps want to come down and chill in stockton springs. except my room is undergoing some revision, so it's apparently off limits. plus the last person to sleep in my bed was adam, so whenever i get lonely and sad i go and lay there and cry. wow. tmi i know. i'll probz update in 5 seconds because this brochure is shit anyway. luvz.
michelle.