Wake up and smell the fabric?

Do you ever get really mad over really little things? I do. Like not being able to donate plasma, for example. I went to the store with my room mate after the plasma people turned me away. She could tell that I was mad... actually, anyone could probably tell that I was mad. I felt like I had just been told that I couldn't have children. My room mate, being the sweet girl that she is, tried all sorts of things to make me feel better. As we were walking down the shampoo aisle, she would pick up different bottles of shampoo, hold them up to her nose, take a big whiff, and then tell me to smell them. I angrily told her that, "I already know what they smell like", and carried on with my horrible attitude.

I have three tests this week, so naturally, I'm not going to be in the best mood. Well, I was talking to my mom today about applying at a restaurant that's going to be opening next month. I was telling her that even if I got a job there, I would just have to quit after two months because I'm moving back home when school gets out at the beginning of May. She told me to go and apply anyways because having a job for two months is better than not having a job at all. The whole situation was stressing me out, and then I remembered all the studying I have to do for my exams this week which added even more stress. I tried to tell my mom that I just didn't have time to go to today and that I would just do it later this week. However, she finally convinced me to just get it done today. I discovered when I got there that a Jo-Anne's fabric store is right next door to this restaurant (I also found out that you have to apply online...). So naturally, I went inside. You know how smelling shampoo doesn't make me feel better? Fabric does. Touching it, looking at it, smelling it. Ahh, the smell of new fabric! I also love looking at scrapbook paper and Jo-Anne's has a wonderful supply of that as well (they even have Disney Princess paper!).

The moral of this oh, so wonderful tale, is that I spent my afternoon walking up and down the aisles of a fabric store when I should have been at home studying. And I would do it again in a heart beat. Yep. Good story, huh? Oh, PS I did get an application to Jo-Anne's... so at least my afternoon was a little bit productive.