Red wine, convict, gaga

I'm humming Just Dance right now..the remix, not the original.

Which reminds me of Ignition remix bka Osseo's Anthem, prom 2003. The official theme was Kelly Clarkson, A Moment Like This, but seeing as diversity and freakin weekends are higher up on OHS's priorities, r. definitley stole Kelly's thunder.

I will never forget having to dance with a boy who had sweating issues during that song because my date hit it off better with another (younger and blonder) girl. The heartache..the resentment..

I actually didn't really care. Kelly Clarkson probably didn't really care either. We both are better than Osseo's prom. Which is why senior year, I spent prom night shopping at Southdale and probably went to bed around 9.

Ok now, I just need to tell you about this gold mine of a store I found yesterday. I was nervous to go in because of the horror stories I've heard, the parking lot that's always empty, and plus I think the name is dumb.

Big Lots.

I have the privilege of living behind Big Lots. (and a nail salon, which I of course nodded my head to when she said 'you want lugjury. you need for summa. no? you never have before? you need. much more pretty. much relaxing wif lugjury.' (a. it's hard to say no when they talk all cute and asiany and b. it was hard to type with an asian accent) Paid a cool $44 frickin dollars too. i will never succomb to the luxery upgrade again.)

So anyway, I walk my pedicured toes on over to Big Lots on a whim. And let me tell you. Jack.Pot. At least if you have recently moved, are on a budget, and don't need 'nice' things. You mainly just need 'things,' no matter the condition. Which is clearly the target market of Big Lots judging by the people and the merch. Which I currently fit perfectly into.

I bought a shelf there for a fairly cheaper than you'd expect price and enlisted the help of a 300 lb. giant named Danny who had a tattooed calf and talked on his phone the entire time he dollied my shelf to my car.

I was super excited to put it together so I wouldn't have piles around my bedroom anymore, but I had little to no energy to do the 'Easy Assembly' that was required. Plus the box was 7 feet long (no exaggeration) so I needed the extra kick to get it up to the 4th floor on my own.

So naturally I bought a pop at Walgreens to get me through the task. I pretty much chugged it (had a little bit too much, oh oh oh oh (still humming that song, duh)), carried the shelf on my head through the Bourban Park Apt. and felt an instant burst of screwdriving energy. I ripped open the box and realized quickly that 'Easy Assembly' should have been 'You'll start slitting your wrists before you get this thing put together.'

So right now, I have a 6 foot shelf sitting in my living room about 40% put together. If you have 4 screws and some glue and maybe a little more ingenuity than myself, please contact me asap so I can get the piles off my floor. Thank you.

Letit be known that I stayed up until 4am. After going to bed before 11 every night this week, I thought I deserved a freshmen year flashback and tried to pull an allnighter by cleaning and working on the wedding playlist. It more or less just happened than me actualyl deciding to do it. Basically I'm not sure how I got to work today, it's mainly a blurry pic of me being indecisive of what radio station to listen to and regretting my choice in shoes. I am sure of this: If I'm blogging before 9, this will not be the last you hear from me.