Mustard Boob

Dammit! I was eating lunch and I got a huge dollop of mustard right on my top. SUCK! I was just joking to one of the student workers that I felt like a 10 year old by eating hotdogs for lunch (throwing turkey wieners & buns into a ziplock bag is even easier than making a sandwich), and now I look like a stupid 10-yr-old with a huge mustard stain on my shirt.

Allright, so I'm at a crossroad with a "friend" I've known for about 2 years now. She's an ok person, but we never really have a great time together, and she's slutty and not a giving person in general. I could buy (and have bought) her beer all night, but unless I say "Hey, you owe me beer", she would never reciprocate, and I'm just not the kind of person to ever say "Hey, you owe me beer". For the sake of anonymity, let's call her Mooch. I just usually end up getting the fuzzy end of the lollipop when I'm out with Mooch. Plus, she just doesn't "get" my personality. Not to brag, but I'm a fun gal!! Let the beer flow, let the music play, and let the merriment begin! She's more of a let the liquor pour and let me see how many guys I can lure away from their girlfriend type of person. I HATE that!

So anyway, I managed to avoid her calls and messages for the past month or so. Hey, breaking up is hard to do, but this time I was going cold turkey. NO MAS! But then there's my longtime friend, we'll call her Pooch, who is the whole reason I know Mooch to begin with. Pooch is allright. I've known her since high school, and while she's not too much different from Mooch, we've got history there, so I'm not too bothered by it all. So Pooch calls because she just won four tickets to see Kevin Fowler in SA on Friday, and wanted to know if I'd like the join her, another friend, and Mooch. But she tricked me! She nonchalantly called inquiring after my Friday night plans. After I admitted I had no plans, then BAM!, she laid it on me. I can't lie for squat, so here I am. I so badly want to call Pooch and make up some excuse (of course I'd never admit that it's b/c of my disdain for Mooch that I don't want to hang out), but I don't have one! Any ideas?

In other news, the Labor Day weekend was fun. I went out with a former work-study student (I can't help it if I get along with 21 year olds!), then I joined my cousin in SA for a movie. I told her I was going to see Little Miss Sunshine. Apparently, since I had gotten to pick the last movie, it was decided that I couldn't pick the next one (??) and I was informed of this new rule upon arriving to SA. I was also told that she wanted to see Step Off. We compromised and got drunk at a dance club instead. Everybody won!