Aside from that guy looking pretty douchey, I'm seriously jealous that he got to hug a panda. I should have been a zoology major. F it. I'm going back to college. I'll play with penguins, and giraffes, and hang out at the zoo all day. Sociology. WTF was I thinking?
Where does the term "sad panda" come from anyway? I never thought pandas looked sad. Is it some weird emo kid thing? I dunno. But I do know that pandas are cute. And the baby panda I saw awhile back playing in its enclosure at the San Diego zoo was one of the most painfully adorable things I could ever see.
Well, the thought of "sad panda" came up probably in part because that's what I am tonight. I'm not feeling great. My stomach has been killlllling me all day. And this cold, rainy crap is not helping my state of mind in preparing for my work week. I love a good, rainy day. When its warm. But cold rain? In Colorado? For like five days straight? No thanks. I moved home from the east coast to eliminate this from my life. SoCal, you're next if this doesn't let up. I'll pick up and move tomorrow if I have to.
I do love Sunday nights though. Because they usually mean family dinner night. Which is amazing because my family is amazing. And my new family is amazing. For those of you who dont know, my mom recently got engaged. To an awesome guy. With a great family. And its all because I convinced her to go the E-Harmony route. Booyah. I win. And so does everyone involved.
The other side of Sunday nights is usually open mic night at Kingas. I'm skipping for the first time in awhile. Which makes me sad. But my bed feels great. And I'm looking forward to shutting this shitbox of a laptop and hitting the hay after a really fun wkend. Or at least a really fun Saturday. And a productive Sunday.
So to sum this up, boooooooooooooooooooooooooooring.
Night, ya'll.
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