Freakin' Fantastic Day

So I was sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking liquid ice-cream and reading Deathly Hallows, when my brother announces we've received a package. Or several.

OH JOY! What on Earth could it be?

AS IF I DON'T KNOW.



Oh yeah. It's that pair of little beauties. I know, you're aroused just by looking at them. Behold their various beauty shots!





Oooooh YEAAAAH. *koolaidman*

They came accompanied with a box with two pairs of the same shoe in the same size. WAY TO GO, ONLINE STORE. Screwed up me order, ya did. But it's ok, you're forgiven, because at least they were delivered (plus, return policy!). The shoes give off the smell of leather wherever they go - my room currently smells like new shoe. And I'm lovin' it. Like McDonald's.

Now, anyone remember that Anthem essay we had to write a few months ago? The one I'm sure you forgot until I mentioned it, like, a second ago? YEAH WELL... guess who's a finalist? :DDDDDD

That's right. I AM. I received an email from DA INSTITUTE OF AYN RAND that says I'll be receiving a package that includes my prize ($50 for doing my homework? HELLS YES!), certificate, and official letter or something.

Thanks, Anetha Milllis. I guess there was a method to the madness. (No speaking of the true name, friendlies. If you call her, she shall come.)

AAAND: My Ricardo Arjona tickets arrived in the mail today too! It's been a freakin' fantastic day.