I brought what’s left of a head of lettuce in to work today to eat as a snack. Sometimes I can’t believe the number of people who stop and poke their heads into my office when they see what I’m eating just to ask, “Is that lettuce? Are you eating it like an apple?” Half the time I reply with: “Yes, it’s lettuce. Yes, I’m eating it like an apple. Yes, I do this often. I am normal.” But sometimes I get snarky and reply with something like: “No, it’s really a moose and we’re just chatting about the recent proposition to start a law school at ISU. Did you want to join in the conversation?” Yeah, I can be snide sometimes. I enjoy it.

I painted my nails whore red. I have a lot of greens and blues and whites, but most of them are a more muted, neutral shade of green, blue and white (?) and I didn’t want to appear like I was supporting the Spring with Spring–like colors. So they’re a shiny, sparkly, winter-berry, fresh-cut-bloody red. Oh yeah, red. I originally bought this shade to mock Ian with it. I’m so loving.

I’m listening to music at work right now. I wasn’t planning on putting the headphones on this early, but there’s this girl in talking to Heather, and while the girl’s nice enough, she’s fucking loud and just keeps rambling and won’t stop. Half of the conversation seems to have been about dogs–I’m not entirely sure because I put the headphones on about ten minutes into it. She seems to be leaving now, actually, but even though she has stood up, she’s still talking. I haven’t had many students do this to me lately except that one guy last Friday. I know people call me a chatterbox, but that’s really only sporadically, honestly. She’s still talking. I think poor Heather has said all of four sentences in the entire time this girl has been here. Hmm. Maybe it’s time to leave the room and wash my mug, fill my tea kettle and run downstairs for a soda. Anything. Because she’s still just standing there talking. I wouldn’t really think much of it if it were for advisement, but she’s not one of our students. She must just know that Heather’s a cool person to talk to and comes in for that from time to time. That makes sense.

And to conclude the randomness, I picked up a cheapy disposable camera after class today. I figured that since the big sis can’t see all the random flowering shit that’s going on here in the Midwest, I’d take pics and send them along to her. Fuck, Perfume Queen is in the area. My eyes sting and it hurts to breathe suddenly. Blargh, allergies. I’m gonna go fix a nail–one of them chipped on the camera. Maybe it’s lettuce time.