We went downstairs and boi ate my mommy's noodles, which would've pleased her if she'd been home, and he would've scored valuable bonus points with her.
Around five-thirty-ish I dropped him off at the bus stop so I could go to West Valley for my night class. ^^; I felt bad because if we'd left earlier I could've taken him to Logan's instead of a bus stop, but oh well. I don't think he really minded, overall.
I had to buy a textbook at West Valley, so I went into the bookstore to buy it before class. (I was going to be late anyway, so I figured another ten minutes wouldn't kill me.) The girl at the register was very friendly and cheerful. She asked me if I was a fashion major, and I said yes, and then she said, "I knew it! You looked so pretty and stylish when you were walking over I thought you MUST be a fashion student." Yes, stroke that ego. I mean, it's nice 'n' all to hear that from your friends and your boi, but it's a REAL ego-lift when someone you've never met before says you look good. My ego went like THIIIIIIIS. ^_^ We talked for a couple of minutes, and then another customer came over and I suddenly remembered I had a class to get too. Heh. :-p