Today I got my information on these beauty pageants I had been vaguely interested in. Well, I don't think I am cut out for it. For one, when trying to think of a compelling answer to the question "Why do you think you should be Miss Blah Blah?" I drew a blank. Because I want to? Because it would be fun? Because my sister is in pageants? Like I said, not very compelling.

Secondly, I put on a pair of jeans that fit me the past winter, and they are tight. Not just hold-your-breath-tight, but hold-your-breath-while-sucking-in-and-pulling-on-the-zipper-for-dear-life. Maybe it is because I wore them so much in the winter they stretched out, or maybe it's because I never washed them so they were ALWAYS stressed out. Did I say stressed? Oops, I meant stretched. So I have cried the perverbial river, and decided to drown in it.


I won't even start about work. I have reached the point while it is bordering on insanely comical.
You know how when you hate a person and your trying to sound nice your voice goes up a octave? Well, that is what I sound like the ENTIRE time at work. Anyway.

I don't have anything else I feel like typing, so toddles!