Rude boy

Dear Diary,

My day started with my alarm going off at 7:45 this morning to move the car because of street cleaning. Our street blows :\ But I checked the mail and got this!

-My necklace, -belt (which I hate), -and pants (which I also hate).

The downside of shopping online is you're never quite sure exactly what you're getting. 

I'm sending the pants back tomorrow, and the belt will just have to do. 

I've concluded that Hot Topic deliberately distributes poor quality belts in order for consumers to return, seeking replacements once the old one eats shit. This is my second one from there. Boycotting. 

Hey, capitalism... fuck your convenience.

Around 12:30, I headed over to Lisa's while she and Jared got ready for us to go do things. Since Starbucks was doing the free tall Refreshers today, that was one of the things.
I really love it when I walk in and all my co-workers are like ZOMG HAY CYNTHIA. It's nice. One of the Heathers came over to me and hugged me. This reminds me... one of these days I'd like to photograph all of them together. The Heathers, I mean. Will, Jake, and Carlos. And of course.. they've dubbed me Veronica.

 "Heathers"

For those that care, it's instant watch on Netflix.

We ended up lingering there for a while because of how crazy it was. They oops'd Lisa's drink. We weren't in a hurry to get anywhere so we just hung out.

Beforehand, we decided to get sushi!! There's this cute little place off of Riverside... the name ate shit, I can't recall it, but it was in this little strip mall thing. SO GURD.

I ordered the octopus rolls and calamari tempura.
The waiter took our slip, then returned almost immediately.
It says octopus, did you mean the salmon? They were listed next to each other.
He looked confused. It was really cute, almost as though no one ever orders octopus :(
I MEAN HOW COULD YOU NOT. LOOK AT IT

Mmmpf.

These were massive. 

Massively fucking delicious.

We went back to Lisa's house and lounged. ^-^

I've had Rihanna's "Rude boy" song stuck in my head all day today. Why?

I don't know.

"Come here rude boy, boy -can you get it up?
Come here rude boy, boy -is you big enough?
Take it, take it, baby, baby
Take it, take it, love me, love me"

The song makes me curious about what college professors of Psychology would say about the effects this song can have on drunken, unstable people looking to hook up at a club on a Saturday night. Added to sexualized attire and elevated feelings of wanting to fuck due to intoxication and/or drug intake... it just makes me curious. :)

Catchy song, though.

Later on I split for Michael's. I have another commission that required red acrylic paint. While there, I stocked up on prime colors... and colors I could make from prime colors, but didn't wanna go through the trouble of mixing to achieve them. Candles were on sale 2 for $8. I caved. The ones I have are sort of, almost running out.

Ahhhhh... :3

Room, sweet room.