Soooooo we're slipping. It's time to come home. We're turning Australia.
The other day, when reenacting a conversation I had in the car where I was the passenger (don't you miss my reenactments) I turned to the right to "talk to the driver".
Then, just now, I was just running some numbers through my head and wanted to see how much rent was costing me this year. I came up with the number $18,477 and 33 cents. And I was hyperventilating thinking NO WONDER my mom is always trying to get me to move home to save money and why hadn't I noticed how much this was costing me and how did I ever afford to live on campus which was decidedly more expensive than this apartment. I did the calculation 3 times. Then I realized I was multiplying rent by weeks, not months.
Don't worry, the number is closer to $4,264 which don't get me wrong is still a lot of money but I can imagine that I can make that much money. It's a rough estimate too because I tried making up numbers for heat and internet and crap.
Also, I'm pretty sure Lindsay said "I can't be bothered" the other day.
And...I have no work ethic anymore or desire to do well in school (that's more because I'm tired and want classes to be over, but it's very Aussie of me too)
Also...did anyone else feel really uncomfortable when all the Sex and the City girls made fun of Samantha's "gut"? That wasn't a gut! Good thing I don't wear belly shirts around.
