Sleppy, Sleppy

Today I went to the Build-a-Bear Workshop to get my mom a made-by-me poodle for Mother's Day. Basically, you should go to the next Build-a-Bear Workshop you come across. That shit is out of control. They made me jump up and down 21 times (my age) in there to seal the deal on the wish I made on the heart I kissed and put in the poodle's tummy. It was so embarassing, all these cool high schoolers waiting to get bears for their significant others were, like, watching me and stuff. It was really nervewrecking. But seriously, you should go. The last time I went there was with Alex, when we got her mom a birthday bear with a yarmulka to match. (Man, I totally just had to dictionary.com "yarmulka" - I would never have guessed that's how it's spelled.) (I also just used dictionary.com as a verb in a sentence. How dope is that?)

Speaking of Alex, she and I went to La Veracruzana for lunch today. That was pretty decent. I also deposited money at Florence Savings Bank today on behalf of the Poofs. It was pretty much the most uncomfortable banking experience I've ever had in my life. You see, at the Orange County Teacher's Federal Credit Union (more lovingly referred to as Oct-Fuck-You) that I bank at back home, you aren't required to fill out a deposit slip if you go inside to make your deposit. So there I was today at Florence Savings Bank with this massive wad of $1s, $5s, $10s, and $20s, coins galore, and a dozen checks at least when this bitch told me I had to count all that shit in front of her, do the math, and fill out a fucking deposit slip. (But I was inside! Doesn't she know you're not supposed to have to do that if you go inside to make the deposit?!) I could've died on the spot. I felt like such a fool, fumbling around and such, trying so hard to do the math by hand. She didn't even offer me a calculator, but the worst part was when she took all the bills, coins, and checks and slipped them into this machine to come up with the same fucking number I had just spent three hours trying to come up with in approximately 1/1000th the amount of time. What a dumb bitch!

I mean, that was a pretty pointless story, but maybe don't use Florence Savings Bank if you can avoid it?

Another pointless yet humorous story (or conversation, rather) from today:

m4ttyf4tty: i hate cheap razors
m4ttyf4tty: such a pet peeveyeah laugh it up: you use the mach 3, no?
m4ttyf4tty: good thing i never have to shave
m4ttyf4tty: mach 4 pussy
m4ttyf4tty: i use to have this wonderful norelco
m4ttyf4tty: but then it up and disappeared in a dumpster or something

Beat.

Jax's 21st birthday party tonight was interesting to say the least. I haven't felt that much social anxiety in a long while. It was fascinating, really, to see how segregated the Smithies were from the Amherst kids, though. I suppose we were equally at fault for keeping to ourselves as much as they excluded us, but who the eff gets a kick out of talking about trust funds and fellowships all the time? I don't, and I know noone else I went with (Angela, Laurel, Sarah, & Co.) does either.

I posted a couple pictures in a new photo album I added. I'm gonna add some pictures to it from different Smith-related events over this past year, but I'm pretty tired right now, so the few pictures from tonight will have to suffice for the time being.

To bed, or off with my head. Nite.