Saturday morning I woke up from randomly dreaming about shopping at H&M. My waking thoughts went like this: ‘I should go there today. I wonder where the closest one is…Monroeville? I’d need to fill up my tank. Yeah, maybe I’ll take a trip into the city today. Hold up. You’re in Atlanta, Kara. Oh yeah.’ Funny thing is, I actually ended up going to H&M anyway.
As I was making my chicken alfredo, Roommate C, Sonal, asked me if I wanted to go to Atlantic Station with her. [Side story: Being independent is either going to be very wasteful or very repetitive. You’re supposed to use a jar of sauce within the week you open it, and I only used about 1/5 of the jar. I don’t know what else to do with it other than to make some kind of pasta or chicken again…] Atlantic Station is cute little shopping square. Sonal wanted to get a jacket because she’s going away for 10 days to somewhere chilly. I later learned that this “chilly” was 70 degrees…what I would give to be in 70 degree weather… We were gone for about two hours and I can honestly say I had a really good time hanging out with her. We talked about the normal ‘I barely know you’ stuff, tattoos and piercings, and the self-proclaimed ‘foodie’ told me a lot of restaurants I should try out. Additionally, I learned Atlantic Station shows free movies every Thursday. They’re showing HP7P1 the night before the new one premieres, so I’ll probably go.
Things I’ve learned:
-one of my roommates is actually Pakistani
-I’m addicted to Nutella on Ritz
-I’m really bad at using normal can openers
Oh, and Mom, I broke my hair dryer.