Virginia Beach!

Okay, so I am writing this not because I am awesome at updating but because I need to be. So, here is the last week of my life in a nutshell:

Thursday:
Had a petite going away party with friends.

Friday:
Cleaned my bathroom and packed the rest of my stuff. (I'm such a slacker.)

Saturday:
Drove the 10+ hours to VA Beach.
I was terrified the whole time that Mattie (my friend who drove separately because I have so much stuff and because he is such a good friend) texts while he drives and almost went into the median a couple times.
We had dinner with Joey on the way. Joey, brilliant fellow that he is, had us follow him to no-mans-land where we ate at a ghetto Subway.

Sunday:
I did sleep in, but I watched church on TV. I think that must count for something. I unpacked and had dinner with my "Roommates." They call me their "roommate," but since they are a family, I don't feel that the title fits. It makes us seem like a frat house instead of a family house. Anyway, they are really nice.

Monday:
Had an interview for the GA position at the School of Communications. Was terrified the whole time, but the dean said he really liked my resume format and what Dr. Hall had to say about me.
Tuesday:
Unpacked.

Today:
Okay, so some background history on me. My friends and I swear that guys only ask me out when I have not showered or at least not washed my hair. And today we were proven right again.
So, right after I finished breakfast, the doorbell rings. I see a boy outside, and I think that it is the neighbor boy. So even though I am unshowered and have bad breath, I answer and the guy asks me if my parents are home. I say "no," and he asks me if I am 18 or older. I laugh and say "yes." Then he gives some spiel about college scholarships and ambassador-like trips to Europe for selling magazines. I personally think this is a way for magazine companies to lure people in. However, I was thinking about subscribing to Glamour or Marie Claire, so I look over the magazines. He tells me that "young women" like Shape magazine, but he is not gay, so he hasn't read it. I tell him it's a workout magazine and that I don't workout. He says that I look like a do. Right. Brownie points to you, Mike. I ask him how much Elle magazine is, and he says FIFTY-TWO DOLLARS! OMW! The kid may have been a great salesman, but no magazine is worth $52 unless it comes with a box of chocolate every month. So, I tell him it is too steep, so he asks me what I like to do in order to suggest magazines. I make up some hobbies and tell him I like to eat. He says that he will take me out if I will buy a magazine. First, he thinks I am a child, then he asks me out. Well, he did ask me how old I am. But, I'm pretty sure that I should not date babies, especially strange babies, so I said "no." What a weird morning. Anyway, just another day in my out of control life. :)