Sunday is my Fun Day

Basic things going through my mind today.

For a lack of all modesty, I'm not pregnant! Not that I truly believed I was pregnant, unless I had conceived the second baby Jesus (Hesus! I needed to clarify the pronunciation, for my own laugh), but my body was not doing what a healthy, non-prego body ought to be doing. If you're catching my drift. I suppose it was the stress of school starting and being friendless that may have led to the 3 week delay. As long as this bad boy doesn't last for two weeks straight, then I will be okay.

Okay, back to being modest and not making people uncomfortable.

I met a guy today who is dating a girl... with nearly the exact same name as him. Like, literally. His name is Cameron ******, and he is dating Cameron ******s? (I know the stars kind of ruin the effect, but I didn't want to release too much of their info, ya dig?) I tried to put myself in his shoes, but I feel I couldn't really relate... because if I met a guy named Apryl, I wouldn't be able to date him because I'm sure I wouldn't get along with his parents. I don't get along with stupid people. SO anyways, I gave Cameron the male the 3rd degree about his odd relationship. "Do you call her Cammy to make it less weird? Cam? Maybe a middle name?" I only hope I am able to find the answers to the questions that haunt me.

On a note that isn't me prying into others lifes and posting it online, I applied for a job at a clothing store called Maurices. Maurice isn't really a name that makes me want to buy clothes from them because I somewhat automatically associate Maurice with a black man. But I'm sure that's just me. Anyways, I applied there and hopefully I get the job because they said they would be flexible with my demanding schedule. Do I sound like a diva for asking for 6 weeks off work automatically? Like, oh my God, c'mon, is that too much to ask for?
I'm glad they were understanding.

Tha-tha-tha-thats all folks!

-A Poor College Student