Aight so here is the promised second random post. First let me just say, for everyone who is reading this and did not know me in college, I am a college basketball/march madness ho! I loooove me some march madness, more specifically DUKE!! Whoo hoo!! I love the best rivalry in college basketball. If you have to ask, let me school you. Its Duke-Carolina. So today this guy at work tries to tell me that Memphis is winning the championship. I'm like, no way. He says I'll be you Duke will not win. I'm honest. I know it will be a surprise if Duke wins. But not really any more than any other team. I mean really. Who is the team you've known all year. You knew ok its _______'s year? There isn't one. We've been talking about it over at Rell's Place all season. But Memphis? I'm goin w/no. So he tries me. So I did what I always did when some man underestimated me. I went straight to ESPN. Let's compare. All day it was straight stats, players, strength of schedule (my personal favorite). Don't do it. He finally let it go (for most likely the first time in his life) when he realized he wasn't winnin this one. Uh uh. That was fun! Very exciting! :) lol I LOVE to argue.
So I went to Columbus and went to shopping heaven! It was like *insert angelic choir* "ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Ohhhh it was so great. My favorite store, Nordstroms! Express, Lucky Brand Jeans, Guess, BCBG, Gap, Apple (computers, not like the kind you eat as the bf thought. :) he's so adorable), this store called Ruehl that was like Hollister upscale, pretty cute, the biggest Victoria's Secret I've ever seen in my life!! great!!, and 4 day spas. And on and on. We were there for 9 hours. Yes, you read that right. 9! We ate twice, got hot rock rubs, and shop, shop, shopped!! It was great! No, I'm not rich and I don't make that much, but I also don't spend that much. I go shopping once every month or two. So its nice. Me and my friend Michelle the accountant from the good old H of U met in the middle. She lives in Ft. Wayne, IN.... right. That's why she needed to get thee hell to civilization... and negroes. Lol.
So she asked me, "Do you think children can be racist?" I was like, "Hmmm... no..." Then she tells me about this kid of one of her co-workers who runs and hides every time he sees her. And guess what the co-worker said, "Oh he just likes blondes." I fell out laughing. Hahahha!! She swears that's code for "he don't like niggers." Lolololol!! So then when I'm waiting for her to finish trying on clothes at Macy's, these two little white toddlers can't stop grinning at me. So I decide, no. Children are not racist.
We walk by the Apple store and I'm like ooh! I get a discount with Apple w/my company (hot right). We go in to look around and she's like I think I'm going to buy an Ipod. She has the shuffle but wants to buy the big one. The real deal. So I'm the bad influence and I'm like, yeah, sure. You're a corporate america accountant, you can afford. (Yes most of my friends are hugely successful for new college grads! :D I'm so proud of us!) So anyway, she does (no, not w/my corporate discount.. ooh la la I have a corporate discount! hehehehe). Then spends the next 20 minutes depressed about spending 425 in the first hour. So I'm like, well then return it. I'm that girl too. Just do what makes you happy, geez. Lol. So she does, and creates the 20 minute Ipod. She was so cool and hip and happenin for 20 minutes.
So the massage right. My first. I hated it. I know that sounds stupid and kinda crazy, but y'all know how I feel about strangers touching me. I hate it!! And especially when its some whispering white woman touching me like my man should. Too much. Then the rocks are all heated to 150 degrees. Ok again. Too much. And you're supposed to say something but I was so bothered by the whole idea that I was like uh uh. The fact that I walk in its all dark and candlelit, there's a table w/a sheet and she's like ok remove everything and then get under the sheet. ewww. ok I watch Style network more than the next person so I've seen it, but that was not cool w/me. Not even a little bit.
My mom's bf (whoops in that case I mean only best friend, not the double bf like me), our soror Karen says she doesn't like massages for the same reason. Now, being that I don't like people touching me, that should've clicked for me. But I was like, "What's she talking about? Its professional." Umm.. no. And excuse me. Its called a "hot stone massage." I mean I understand why they call it that. Because who would go if it was called a "hot rock rubbin?" i wouldn't. Or as Mich says, "Hot rock body ruuuuub." You gotta make the ugly face ill grill when you say rub (imagine you're doing the sexy TI snarl) lolol. No, no. That's not right. Try it again. This time try the Que ill grill. Now say ruuuuuuuuub. Hold the "u" out. Ruuuuuuub. There you go! Owww! That was hot! Lol. I'm practicing. I'm going home in a month. Its bad enough that I will know maybe 3 songs played the entire night. I must be able to at the very least lean wit it rock wit it and make the ill grill. Or I will be shunned. My friends will disown me and I'll be all alone. It will be so sad.
And now I think my cds have been stolen. I'm depressed. All of my 112 cds, my trey songz, my raheem devaughn. those are the ones i'll miss the most. i'm still in denial. like oh they're still here. they're just misplaced. but there's nowhere they could be. i think they were stolen. i'm gonna go jump off of something real quick. if you don't here from me for a couple of days, that's where i am. no i'm kidding. wasn't that hilarious. just kidding. i know it wasn't funny but hey i have to laugh so i don't go slit my wrists. oh shit i'm doing it again aren't i? damn that morbid streak. i've known a lot of dead people really young so death is not a big deal to me. not like in the fake gangsta "i'm always ready to die way," but in the "part of life is death" kinda way. i plan my funeral all the time. ok this last paragraph has weirded you out enough i think so i'll just go now. kisses! :) lolol