I haven’t blogged since September. 
School has started again. So, as usual, I am looking for anything to do to put off doing homework. Online window shopping seems to do the trick. I can’t decide if the Christian Louboutin Freddy studded flats are hideous, fabulous, or hideously fabulous. I think they could work with the right outfit. And for the low, low price of $995, they can be yours. The Big Kiss studded flats are a little more doable for the same price. …I need a money tree.
No one else I know gets as excited as I do about finding WheresGeorge.com-stamped money. In fact, no one else even knows what it is…or cares. WG is a website where you enter your paper money’s serial number and you can track where it goes, how far it went, and how long it took to get there. It’s exciting to see that someone in Oklahoma, for example, is holding that sweaty dollar bill you gave that stripper at Christine’s Cabaret last month for shakin’ her moneymaker.
I bought a WheresGeorge.com stamp, so now I can start stamping my own! Ah, the little things.
Photo Credit: Kamran Channa
I’ve been working at my parents’ store for the past 3 weeks while my dad is home renovating the new house. Today, I mistakenly gave some guy the wrong change and didn’t realize it until long after he left. And I know he knew it, too. So what ever happened to good old-fashioned honesty? Am I the only one that returns extra change? I’m not calling myself a saint, but that’s just what I do, whether it’s $1 dollar or $100 dollars. And it doesn’t matter if it’s a small mom-and-pop shop or some big corporation. Just because someone can “afford it” doesn’t mean they deserve to be ripped off. Too many people have this better-them-than-me attitude. I understand that it was my fault and he has no obligation to return it to me, but it would be the GOOD thing to do.
Are there any honest people left in the world? Would you return a wallet and the $100-dollar bill that was in it? Would you return an iPhone or even some cheapie Nokia phone? I always hope that I’m the lucky person who finds people’s lost things so I can reunite them with their stuff and restore humanity’s faith in humanity.
Okay, I’ll get off my soapbox now.
I’ve never seen any of the Harry Potter movies or read the books, but I am loving Emma Watson. Such a little lady. She seems like she has a good head on her shoulders. I wish I had that much style and class when I was 19. It’s no wonder Karl Lagerfeld adores her.
Took a drive to the UPenn campus today and spotted 2 woodies! I haven’t seen one in awhile. This seems to be the highlight of my day. Sad.
SPOTTED: 42nd and Baltimore. Today @ 10ish AM.
SPOTTED: 41st and Locust. Today @ 10ish AM.
I have been getting a lot of questions about my tattoo removal progress. Sorry, I keep forgetting to take photos! Anyway, I completed my 5th session a few weeks ago. Here are the results. Obviously there are lighting differences, but you sort of get the idea. Thus completing the 5-session package I paid for. Future outlook? The nurse said I might most likely need another five. I had to buy another package. 
Good thing they were doing a 50% off promotion for July.
I’ve also been getting questions about cost. My first 5-session package was $1300, which was also a promotion price at the time. I just paid for another 5-session package and it was $875. This is for my size bracket though (about 4 sq. inches). Bigger tattoos would be pricier, obviously.
Again, moral of the story is: unless your tattoo is truly heinous AND visible…it’s just not worth the hassle/pain and it’s really not worth the money.
After 5 laser sessions.
I got back from Vegas on Monday. It’s a different lifestyle there. Sin City is an understatement…but oh, how I loved it so. Okay, maybe I just loved the lights, mountain scenery, and the shopping. I could do without pimps shoving nudie trading cards in my face every 10 feet and asking my boyfriend if he’s looking for a strip club good time. In the words of Stephanie Tanner, how rude!
Anyway, I got a chance to visit the Christian Louboutin boutique inside the Palazzo and I fell in love with the studded Very Prives. I came close to pulling out my credit card and just charging them, but then I came to my gosh darn senses. Come, won’t you drool with me? 
SPOTTED: Next to the Wendy’s on the Temple campus, today @ 12:15 PM.
Girls are disgusting. I know you don’t want to sit on a public toilet seat. I squat, too. But would it kill you to wipe the seat off when you’re done? No one wants to enter a stall and have to clean up someone’s urine. Yes, I’m talking to you, Asian girl exiting the stall in Anderson Hall’s first floor bathroom at 11:50 AM today. And it’s also not the janitor’s job to pretty much wipe your crotch and ass.
Don’t even get me started on the proper disposal of used pads, tampons, and their wrappers. Not to mention the dozens of times I’ve seen girls leave the bathroom without washing their hands.
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