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I think I'm funny

I bought the comfiest pajama pants in the world a few months ago. That was quite a shopping trip because Sammy and I had to look all over Old Navy for an XL pair. He didn't understand why I wanted them so big. Here's the thing about pajamas, I have to wear tight clothes all day. When I come home, I want to be comfortable! I love to wear them to my parents house on laundry days. My mom commented that I'd had a pair that looked exactly like them when I was younger. She sent me this picture.
Well, I have a red shirt now too, so this happened. 

I was bored and decided to go through Sammy's Facebook a few weeks ago. I went back a couple years and saw a status posted our senior year in high school on Sammy's page from a friend. They'd had gym together the semester before, and he said that I was jealous that I couldn't see Sammy in his boxers. So, I decided to reply three years later.

I made a friend in one of my English classes. After class, I started walking with her and we were talking. The next thing I knew, I was standing at the light rail station. Here's the thing, I take the bus, and the bus is the exact opposite direction of the light rail. I was so embarrassed that I hadn't been paying attention though and didn't want her to know, so I just hopped on the light rail with her. I then got off on the next stop, which was pretty sketchy. Luckily, I found my way home safely after that. I was texting Sammy telling him where I was and he was freaking out. I just can't stop laughing at how much of a dork I am that I wouldn't say something to go home the right way.
Sammy was accepted to UCD the next week and his packet had a a cutout of our school mascot, and on the back was a picture of my new friend which was quite exciting! 

We were at Panda one night getting dinner. I saw the lady in front of my taking a creeper picture of the woman in front of her. She was doing the awkward I'm-texting-with-my-phone-at-a-ninety-degree-angle thing. I almost said something to her. Instead, I took a creeper picture of her. I feel like I exacted revenge on behalf of the woman in pink. 

I think I'm funny.

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