Nu Shooz (b-b-baby, I can't wait)

I bought new shoes. I am a simple creature, and this always makes me happy. I also know that I get to go clam digging this weekend, which makes me happy because I get to wear the new boots I got from my loving parents for my birthday (they're called "Hosers" and they're from a company named "Muck"). And I am happy because I get to wear jeans tomorrow, which means I can wear my favorite tennis shoes (the tennis shoes look terribly silly with nice pants).

Will the love of good shoes get me through a busy weekend where I got roped into being an "honorary" freshman class advisor? A Sunday where I volunteered to spend the afternoon decorating a hallway with said freshmen in a western theme? Golly I hope so. I'm so stupid.