Still no job. I do, however, finally get to sleep in my own room tonight. The angry pink room. I still like it, though mom and dad have both tried to discreetly tell me they don't. They won't come right out and say it though, which is why I'm leaving it the way it is.
"Well, as long as you like it," is all I'm getting out of them.
If they'd only just say "paint it again", I'd buckle down and get right on it. Truth be told, I really don't care what colour it ends up (just not puke green) and I actually enjoy the process of painting. Oh, and I have no job. So if they wanted to change it, it would have been dandy by me. They had their chance.
Just after squeezing all my stuff back into the room, I lay down on my bed to take in the new view. That's when I realized I forgot to put all the covers back onto the electrical outlets. Oops. At least I have a chore for tomorrow.
Other than that, my mission for tomorrow is to attempt to tan out my volleyball tan from this weekend, in order that I can wear my strapless dress to a wedding this coming weekend without looking absolutely ridiculous. As someone mentioned:
"If you just take a marker and draw lines where my tan ends, it still looks like I'm wearing my shorts and t-shirt!"
Ugh. And the worst part about it is that it's an obvious line. It's probably going to take a couple of sessions in the sun to work out, but I've only got until Saturday. Woot.
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