a few days of vacation makes everything nicer. even normal work. i came home from vacation, kicked of my flipflops, turned on some frank sinatra and did the dishes. and it was good.
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usually when im home, i bake muffins for sunday morning breakfast either late saturday night or sunday morning. i only bake them on sunday mornings if i get up when im supposed to, otherwise known as on time. i have, consequently, baked muffins on saturday nights since i was a sophomore in high school.
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forget? o no. i havent forgotten what [maybe] should be remembered. i have a good memory. [except for on tests and things, which is just my luck.]
but really, i think, the thing that has helped me the most has not been to forget things that ought to be remembered, but to just let those things be, instead of remembering them all the freaking time. for things will be and go on being, you know. no matter in what state they were left. or what state they may be in later.
so those things just are and i let them and we get along. mostly anyway.
[but its very possible that i dont know what i am talking about here]
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this is the other stuff i wanted to say that didnt merit a section:
my scab finally finally came off. no one should get married in vegas in a baby-blue suit. and i think of lots of other things in church along with the spiritual stuff. oops. and my phone broke but i fixed it but i didnt fix the other one. our oven [nearly] broke too, but i cant fix it either. whole wheat spaghetti isnt as bad as i think [/thought] it is [/was]. of mice and men really surprised me. i really want to finish anna karinina. o my freaking goodness.
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got some textbooks in the mail.
everybody start praying now for me to find an alarm clock thats loud so i can wake up to go to class. and at the same time doesnt wake up all the rest of creation at the ungodly hour when my classes start. is that possible? hope so.
i read it takes 21 days to make a habit. so when i had 30 days till i left for school i said "mummy, wake me up every morning at 715a for the next 30 days, please" [i even gave myself an extra 9 days to solidify the habit...im so prepared!] and she said "do i get paid for this" which meant that she would--and unpaid--and so every morning since then [except for sunday mornings, when im supposed to be baking muffins, but instead im sleeping] she has woken me up at like 1030a with the pathetic excuse that i 'looked tired'. if i fail my junior year of college for not going to class it is without a doubt my mothers fault.
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my dad had a college professor who said that you should buy books no matter what. that "even if you have to sell your wifes coat, buy books!"
poor wife. yay books.
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scrabble is a good game. i am a chronic word-maker-upper. [this is bad] they should have consulted me when they were writing the dictionary, i would have told them what they were leaving out. and i would have said that they were leaving more out than just "bootylicious" yeah. and the thing is, i brought the oxford, so i couldnt even use the excuse that it was a dumb dictionary and it just didnt have the word cause it was a pathetic dictionary, cause oxford has everything. and i am not exaggerating.
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my gift in life may very well be writing on poster boards and blackboards and things of that sort.
my parents say that my life is destined for 'great things'.
[o dear]
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i love circle-y connections. and circle-y conversations.
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anyway, i am glad for my dictionary. and my thesaurus. they, among other things, make me happy. and sleepy.
the dictionary is just one of those things that makes me yawn.
Posted 8/15/2004 12:28 AM
Friday, September 21, 2007
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