This summer has been incredibly boring. I've spent a good chunk of my time working, and realizing that this is what the future holds for me. Going to work and no time for much else. It doesn't help that my schedule has been completely ridiculous. One day I work at night and the next day they want me to come in in the morning. I guess things are better when you have a regular 9-5 kind of schedule, right? Someone please tell me this is not what life is supposed to be like.

I've been working at what is possibly the slowest grocery store in the history of all grocery stores. It's in the financial district and no one goes shopping there. On a good day, we're busy for about an hour. The rest of the time I'm trying to sneakily sit down without the manager seeing me. We aren't allowed to sit. It's slave labor. Child labor in my case because I am very short.

The biggest lesson I have learned this summer is that I have either turned into the sexiest woman alive, knocking the reigning Angelina Jolie to the side (not that I ever agree with her being super sexy, she looks like man), or Manhattan is full of creepers who all want to do me. I've had multiple men approaching me, asking for my number, giving me their number, looking me up and down with creeper eyes. I've never been the sort of girl who is turning heads and breaking hearts so it's all really weird to me. We'll see if it continues on into the school year, or if it's just the business men of Wall Street thinking I'm an escort.

of the many men who have been harassing me, there have been 4 strangers who were brave enough to either ask for my number or give me theirs. The first was a guy who came out of a restaurant, leaving his friend who he was having dinner with, to come talk to me. I can easily say that there was nothing sexy about me that day. I was eating a pathetic little sandwich I had packed for work, and drinking out of a sippy cup. This didn't stop the dude from thinking that I was a glowing angel. We talked for a bit and then he finally asked for my phone number. I don't know how to say no to people I feel bad for, so I gave it to him, and figured he probably wasn't ever going to call me. Wrong. This guy texts me basically every day, begging me to go out to dinner with him. And just a couple of days ago, I bagged his groceries for him. Talk about awkward.

Then there is good ole Barry, the name is enough to scream pedophile stalker (He's definitely a pedophile because the first thing he asked me was, "You look real cute. You of age?" I'm 21, but if you look at someone and think, "Gee, she looks like she might be 12, lemme ask and make sure she's not before I get her number," you probably shouldn't talk to the person). So Barry tells me about how he did some time behind bars, and then asks me for my number. By this point I had learned my lesson, and I definitely was not about to give my number to an ex-con. I told him no, and then he begged me to take his, so I did. Obviously I never called him, which angered him because a couple of days ago as I was taking my break and eating a muffin, he popped out of no where and started yelling, "WHY YOU AIN'T EVER CALLED? WHY YOU NEVA CALLED ME, CHRISTINE?" It sounded like he was considering murdering me for not calling, even though he couldn't even remember what my name was.

Then there's Rob and Dunkin' Donuts guy. Rob decided it was a good idea to invite me to go to a Tori Amos concert with him while I was ringing up his groceries. I didn't even know that Tori Amos was still a working singer. He pressured me into taking his number even though I told him I didn't want it. The day that I had ran back into the grocery store after getting yelled at by Barry so that I could continue my break indoors, I spot Rob coming up to the counter before it's too late for me to duck and hide in the office. He says, less scarily than Barry, "Hey, you never called me!" I just burst out laughing because I couldn't believe that this was actually happening. Rob then tries to get a discount on cigarettes because we don't have the ones he wants. I tell him he should just quit smoking and his response to that is, "aww, you care about me already!" At this point I decide to just become mute around men.

Dunkin' Donuts guy is just a dude who decided to try to get my number after threatening to not give me my drink if I didn't agree to become his friend. Oy Vey.

And now to nail the hammer on the coffin (I think I just made this expression up, I'm not even sure what it's supposed to mean, but it looks snazzy) I gave my number to a guy I work with. No big deal right, we're co-workers. I left my phone at home last night and when I came back I had a zillion texts from him telling me I'm sweet and cute and he likes my style. He also promised to teach me how to play dominoes. How exciting, that's exactly what I want to do.

Okay that's enough, I've written too much in all of my "woohoo look at me writing in LJ" excitement.

Aw man. I get sad every time I realize I have been neglecting this thing. I just always forget Live Journal even exists anymore. I only use it to look at Oh No They Didn't. I can't just let my journal die though, I've had it since 2002, and I must say, that's pretty epic. Maybe I'll write a post about my summer later.

I have the most irritating roommate in the entire universe. All she does is gossip and bring her crazy friends over at all hours of the night. Isn't it common sense that if it's 1am, you shouldn't have a zillion guests in a room you are sharing with someone who actually wants to sleep at some point?

This weekend I woke up to the sound of snoring. I was confused because my roommate has never been a snorer before, but I didn't think much of it and put my Ipod on and went back to sleep. When I got up and went to the bathroom I realized that it wasn't my roommate in her bed, but some random guy. I was asleep with some stranger in my room. Who leaves their roommate alone to sleep with some strange boy they don't know? It turned out the guy was her cousin, but it was still just odd.

I haven't gotten any of the homework I have due tomorrow because I have had to listen to all the dramatics of her life going on tonight. I am too old for this bullcrap. I need a single room already.

I wish I just had the balls to tell her to shut the fuck up already.

Last night we had a Super Bowl "party" which lasted all of 5 minutes before we changed the channel to the Puppy Bowl. It was an incredibly manly night. We ate subs and almost henna'd our friend's (who happens to be male) hair. We didn't go through with it since we didn't have vaseline and he's worried about staining his forehead, which really should be the least of his worries considering how bad he's going to look once he goes through with it. It'll be hilarious.

Eventually we just gave up on the party all together and went out to get frosties. Football is boring.

I have only been in school for one week and I am already sick of it. I'm taking 6 classes right now, which is the most classes you can take in a semester. 4 of my classes are business courses, and I'm pretty sure I was on crack cocaine when I decided I wanted to be a business major. I will never ever ever be a business woman. I would rather stab myself in the face.

I also adore a boy who has a girlfriend, and can't bring myself to adore the boy who is practically in love with me. Does that make any sense? Who does boy one think he is anyway, having a girlfriend after leading me and others to think I was the one he was interested in. And how do I reject boy number two after I already told him I liked him too. Woops.

I'm failing at life right now.

I went bowling at Chelsea Piers last night and definitely ended up with food poisoning. I thought I wasn't going to survive the journey home until I finally caved and ran to the bathroom on the ferry--- gross.

The bowling alley was really nice though. I've never been to one that serves food on fancy white minimalist plates. I felt really posh until I remembered I was in a BOWLING ALLEY.

Earlier we saw some pretty nifty art in the Chelsea galleries. I did a google search for "squiggly naked man art" but I couldn't find any images. Oh well.

Edit: SUCCESS!

I wanted to see what my this journal looked like to people who aren't me, so I logged out, reloaded, and behold: Advertisements! What is this? Is this a new thing--- ads on pages for people who don't have livejournal accounts!? This is ruining my redesign plans!

I never thought I would say something like this but I need to get back to school right this second. There is nothing to do at home and when I have nothing to do my brain starts to think and when I think bad things happen.

Is this what it's going to be when I graduate? Me in a constant state of thought? MY HEAD HURTS.

It freaks me out that I have had this journal for seven years.

Shouldn't I get some sort of reward for being a loyal user--- like a free paid account or a t-shirt?

I'm pretty certain that I have contracted some sort of brain infection after wearing fake earrings. I wore diamond studs from Claire's the night before last, and the next morning I woke up with a crusty piercing a throbbing ear--- even the unpiereced parts! I've had some on and off nausea and a horrible headache for the past 2 days which could only mean that the infection has spread and I'm going to die.

Goodbye, everyone.