love, love me do.

Tonight I willingly sold a man a pair of Crocs, because we didn't have any other sandals that were waterproof, and he needed said waterproof sandals because he and his wife were going on a cruise. I think that part of my soul has died.

Earlier today, I was walking to the parking lot after class and a bee started flying way too close to me for comfort, and I freaked out, first because I realized it was being attracted by the yellow stripes in my polo shirt and second because I am terrified of bees. This fear goes back to being in preschool, and is amplified by the fact that when I went to a day camp the summer between second and third grades (the day camp from hell), I got stung. So I'm standing there, quietly freaking out as this bee buzzes around me like, "Ooo shiny!", and this man just stops, looks at me, and says, "There's a bee on you." And I was all, "NO SHIT SHERLOCK" mentally, but all I could squeak out was, "I know and I can't get it away ohGodohGodhelpme." It finally left, but still.

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Tickets for Christina Aguilera's tour go on sale Saturday. Am broke. Crap.

I'm gonna go take a shower and watch Supernatural now.