well, i am an idiot, officially.

so, i have three coats that i most commonly wear. there is the fleece, the gray peacoat, and the black peacoat. now, due to an unfortunate incident during 10th week of fall quarter last year, at bar night, the fleece i currently own is not the fleece my grandparents gave me for christmas several years ago. some u of c girl has that fleece. and i have hers. as discussed previously, i even have discussed the matter with said girl. well last night was 10th week barnight of fall quarter. a much different night than last year i must add, but the same night neverthelesss. as may be inferred from various away messages and blogs, it was a highly entertaining evening. so this evening i was riding down the elevator on my to the reg (clearly here i sit being productive) and i look down and realize i have all the buttons on my coat. i say "ashley, that's odd." so when i get off the elevator i take of my coat (at this point the bus comes, but i do not care). i check the tag. sure enough, it does not say weathervane. it says "julia klein," where the hell do you buy julia klein? and, as i suspected, since the sleeves are very clearly too short for me, the jacket is a petite. but an extra large petite. do you know what that means? it mean it's three sizes to big for me, i could probably fit three people in there with me, and its too short in the sleeves, and butt.
what can i conlcude from all this?
well, that one year later, i am still just as much of a dumbass. perhaps more, since this time it was my fault.
who manages to do this twice??? at teh same place??? teh same time??? luckily, thank jesus, not the same jacket. then i would have to start wearing the stupid helmet.
also, it seems that a transcript of my phone conversation last night/this morning would be priceless. if only.
paper paper paper paper. i forgot all of my books to do my historiographic paper. so instead i shall write a sosc paper. just for fun.