Daddy's Little Girl

My daddy and I have pancake fights. It all started one weekend when my mom was gone. I had made pancakes for dinner, and there just so happened to be a lot leftover. To my recollection he was the one who started it, but I am sure if you asked him he would blame the whole phenomenon on me. Ever since it is kind of a tradition. Every time we have leftover pancakes they end up as projectiles (even if my mom is home), luckily we have a dog that also enjoys them.
Strangely enough this story describes my dad perfectly. Some may be scared or intimidated by my dad, but when it comes down to it he is the kindest, most caring man I know. Some of my greatest memories involve my dad and I doing some spontaneous thing together. From dancing in the living room, to arguing about some nuance or another. These are the things I love remembering.

Stephan

I saw the most beautiful man on trax today. I don't know if it is a faux pau saying that a man is beautiful, but he was. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him. I think he might have figured that I was staring at him, but that is okay because it was worth it. He had short dark hair, with the most wonderful blue eyes I have ever seen, and a big white smile. Most importantly he had a really nice adams apple. The thing that intrigued me the most was the way he carried himself. He seemed not to realize how hott he was. A guy who doesn't realize his hotness is hot. Wow, okay enough of pretty boy.
I bought three pairs of shoes on Saturday. They are so beautiful. I got a pair of high heels that I have been coveting for about a year now, a pair of gold shoes, and a pair of shiny black shoes. The best part of it all is I got them all on the clearance rack and only paid $45 for all of them. It might also be worth mentioning that two of the pairs are Steve Madden's. Oh how I love Steve, I could marry that man for his shoes. Speaking of Steve, the guy on trax reminded me of my long lost Steve from back home....How I miss my Stephan.

Revenge of the Happy Person

I hate when I see the same people every day and I don't even know their names. In all of my classes this semester I have pretty much the same people in every class. So you would think I would say hi to them and we would be friends and everything. But no. I know a couple of people, but I don't even say hi to all the rest. It's not that I don't try. These people I am convinced just don't want to get to know me. I will laugh at their jokes and smile at them in the halls, but with no positive result. Because of my experiences I have in turn started doing the same thing that they do to me. So now I am the one that looks like a brat. A sign of recognition will come over their face and I will blatantly look away as if I never saw them. It is rude and uncalled for, but I am getting sick of being the nice one who is trying to make friends. Take that losers.