Crikey!

Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin was killed by a stingray today. I guess it was bound to happen, considering he poked extremely dangerous animals for a living, but it's still a sad loss for humanity. I'm not sure if it's a loss or a blessing for the animals.

Last night I successfully digested steak, but today's alfredo pasta dish lunch didn't do so well. I'm much better, but it'd be nice to actually be healthy again.

For all the pressure I already put on myself to get a job, I feel the pressure from my parents (particularly the female one) a bazillion-fold more. It's excruciatingly frustrating. She makes it as much her problem as my own, but I can't tell her to fuck off because they're supporting me. I'm not actually a heavy financial burden, but it's only natural to want a hand in anything you're helping to finance, and once you add in the whole maternal thing it's clear: I'd better get used to it. Or, even better, get a job, but I'm already doing what I can on that end.

I got one extremely cute and one reasonably cute shirt at Loemann's with my mom. And then I went to DSW by myself and paid 16 cents for really cute Van Eli black backless slip-on "dress sandals." How were they 16 cents, you ask? Well they started at $85 retail, then DSW had them for $59.89, then they went on clearance at 40% off (bringing them to $35.94), and then you add in the Labor Day extra 30% off and they're $25.16. I had a $25 gift certificate, leaving $0.16 all I had to pay. They weren't quite the shoes I needed, but they fit wonderfully and are comfortable and completely fabulous and they aren't redundant of any shoes I already own.

Most of my sentences this entry have been in the form of "Blah blah blah, but bleh bleh bleh." I seem to be in a qualifying/negating sort of mood.