Distraction

I missed yesterday's.  It's too bad, really.  The 6th grade girl who created it is pretty dang talented.  See?

I was reading a particularly personal email on my phone earlier today when I caught somebody reading over my shoulders.  WTF, mate?

I've learned a couple new things about myself this week:

1)  Right clicking is a glorious thing.  I like the MACs at work, but I like coming home to my PC, too.  I'm not ready to make the switch, afterall.

2)  If I didn't have a roommate, I'm pretty sure I would want a pet of some sort.  I just can't imagine coming home to an empty house.  I know: shocker!

Maryanna hasn't seen Harry Potter yet, and that's all going to change tonight.  I'm really excited.  It's like one of my best friends is meeting one of my other best friends.

Victime a la mode

Tie-dye day 1:

Tie-dye day 2:

Tie-dye day 3:

It was a lot more work than I originally expected.  So totally worth it.  I officially love this shirt.

I also love my job.  This is pretty much why:

Announcement: If I pass you in the hall, you should not feel the need to talk to me, nod at me, or in any other way acknowledge my presence.  I'm cool with the awkward silence as we both stare at the ground.  On the other hand, don't mumble responses to my awkward questions in the elevator.  There are four mirrors.  We can't avoid each other for very long.

Thursday and Friday, I'm going to learn fancy things about computers and html and the like.  Expect this place to start looking pretty snazzy.

Update 11:38 p.m.: I'm bringing back something that I did when I had a blog back in highschool.  Hello, Ida!

Almost as old, Quentin Michael Ruiz-Esparza turns 23 today.

A Weekend in Review

Friday night with these boys was a blast!  Surprising Q was even better.

I realize I'm biased, but really, I think it's pretty obvious who is the most handsome of the three.

Note: Homeschool moms you haven't seen in over a year asking questions about your relationship is weird.  Highschool girls wanting to giggle about your relationship is weirder.  I'm through with people.

The tie-dye pictures are coming.  I promise.

I'm tired.  Traveling to Charlotte, then to Fayetteville, and back to Chapel Hill in under 48 hours was a bad idea.