Guess what?
I went on an escalator yesterday.
For serious, guys. An ESCALATOR.

I wanted to go to the second floor of the Macy's (I was looking for pants for my chinese dress, for the christmas party at work). It took me three tries, but I finally managed to step onto the damned thing.
I nearly fainted. The world got all...woozy-like and I pretty much just clung to the rail and prayed I wouldn't faint (people die that way man). When I got to the top I was freaking out so bad it took twenty minutes for the twitches in my legs to stop.
Still, I went on a fucking escalator man. Take that phobia #12!!!!


Also, I got into that astronomy class I wanted to take. So, one class anyway.