No, this is not 29 Linden

It's 27. But apparently the pizza man thought it was 29. I was sitting on my bed enjoying my after shower time and cleaning out my wounds that constantly occur because of my bike and its dull yet somehow sharp metal pedals when I heard the buzzer. I ignored it the first time, if someone was actually here for me they would call. Then I heard a knock and had to rush to get a tee shirt and shorts on. I opened the door and there he was holding the pie box.
"Pizza?"
"No."
"This is 29 linden?"
"This is 27."
"oh I am sorry."
(closes door)
Not that this event is anywhere near amazing. Obviously just a mistake on his part.
But he kind of reminded me of the man at dunkin donuts who was the worst employee I ever had to deal with.
So to the point that I'm not even ready to talk about.

oh people and interactions.

Ettiqutte and Composure

I don't have it.

I'm not joining the army

In high school, the night before the PSATS Stevenie and I went to the Weezer show. Then my college counselor told me I should go to a two year college. HAHA

But I've figured out what to do with my life.

To be continued....

I need to use my blog as a to do list.

To do:
find out what I need to do.
Blogging is probably not on the to do list.

I'm taking pride in my blog

So here's a picture of a book on British Toy soldiers:




That's all.
Well not really. I spent too much money today because I'm spoiled. Allston living isn't rough at all. This leather couch is absolutely wonderful and it's as if the deer on the wall is looking at me like we've been friends for 15 years. I can't take myself seriously anymore, its a difficult task to endure. No one should know such difficulty.

My nails are a glowing seafoam color right now and make me think of old candy like necco wafers, those are awful. The minute someone would put those in my trick or treat bag was the minute I knew my chance of decent halloween candy was gone. The only things left from there are pennies, apples and unwrapped peppermints. Of course after every trick or treat outing you should check your bag of candy for open wrappers and used needles. It's just a precaution you should take.

Here's what I think about being cautious:
it killed the cat.