So I took my car to the Honda Dealership today to get it fixed, supposedly. That's another story though and I'm entirely too angry about that to write about it right now. Anyways, the guy at the desk asked me which car was mine so he could fill out the paperwork. I automatically responded "the Honda." At which point he burst out laughing at me and I realized what I had just said...um Jennie, you're at a HONDA DEALERSHIP of course it's a Honda. Oh my gosh. I am cool. I tried to recover, it wasn't very graceful though. Bleh. Oh yeah, I rock.
Dear Jennie,
You haven't bleached your hair blonde in YEARS, try not to act that way, ok?! You are working on your second degree, try not to act like the stupid blonde bimbo girl who knows nothing.
Sincerely, your Brain.
Yeah, now would be a good time to "discontinue my spot on the planet" because now I have to try to fix my pharmacology paper that I did wrong. Apparently I won't be sleeping, ever.
