Hey girl, hey! (and guys, you’re totally welcome here too)
Today is officially 30 days from when I will step foot on Canisius ground as a Freshman. To celebrate, what did I do? Only the proper thing.
I planned out my first 2 weeks worth of outfits and I packed them. Believe it or not I still have enough shorts to last me the rest of the summer when 14 pairs are missing. Even I wasn’t aware of my “jcrew colored shorts excess”, but I’m certainly not complaining. They come in handy at times like these.
These times include little to no shopping 😦 because I can’t have a Mac and cute clothes. It sounds terribly nerdy, picking a computer over a fabulous wardrobe.. but I really want it. And for those of you that gave feedback to the Mac Vs PC post I was pretty much sold on a Sony Vaio until I went to best buy and talked to some people. Macs are the number 1 computer for communication majors. Why? I’m not sure. But because of that.. and the fact that the best sony vaio doesn’t come in pink? Practically a sign from God that I need a Macbook Pro.
Before I make the plunge does anyone have any last minute reasons to hate on apple? I adore my iphone, I doubt I’ll regret this.
Speak now, or forever hold your peace.
And now that I’ve mentioned iphones, I get to be that girl. The one that whines and cries on her blog about breaking her technology… I’m sure that sounds great after I say I’m debating a Mac but listen to the story.
One of my brothers is a little bit heavier set. And he was getting on my nerves. His shirt rode up and I could see his stomach so I lightly love tapped it and it created the death of my iphone. Well the back of it..
Jonny turned and back handed that sucker. It flew through the air, backflips and all, into the kitchen where the back of my baby shattered on the floor. I stayed strong. Went upstairs to get my Audrey Hepburn case and now you’d never know unless I told you.. my friends have warned me from months because I always drop it on the pavement, but I would like to give credit to karma for the partial death of my phone.
Just don’t hit a chubby little kid’s stomach.