Spent the day with my mom and sister again, where we took a trip to Forever 21 (my sister’s request). As I mentioned yesterday, I don’t understand shopping, but let me take it a step further and say, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY IS THERE SUCH A THING THAT EXISTS LIKE FOREVER 21?! Forever 21 is as if everything in the world threw up, got reassembled and then hung on clothes racks. My sister came away with some tolerable things, and my mom and I goofed off a little. She found some green shorts with studs on the sides… I’m not done yet.
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My mom and sister came from Indernana for some bonding time. They picked me up from work and we headed over to Bed Bath and Beyond. About two seconds in, my sister and I left my mom to revel in the gloriousness of the store. We got some desperately-needed coffee, and then I watched her go from store to store looking for clothes. Two things to say here: 1) I don’t understand clothes shopping. 2) My sister, at 15, has more financial sense than I do. I offered to buy her whatever she wanted and she still wanted to buy… I’m not done yet.
And it was good. Tonight, I finally changed the lightbulb in my ceiling fan in my bedroom. It’s been dim since I moved in. If you’ve been keeping track, I’ve been here for 6 months. Right then. Goodnight!
Dear leg, Right now, I’m not sure how much more I can handle from you. Today, I went to go get you checked out because you’ve been hurting (AGAIN) and I expected more of the same – slight injury, la la la. And of course I decided to do this on a day that I hadn’t shaved my legs (sorry, therapist dude, for the 2-day stubble), and of course my feet probably smelled and were unsightly (I’m still recuperating post-marathon), and I’m sorry for all of the little stretchy tests and resistance exercises I had to use you to do…. I’m not done yet.
Literally translated, the title of the blog post means “to live your life.” From last night to today, I took an inventory. It was sort of haphazard, because I was relieved I wasn’t battling drunken idiots but kind of feeling lame that I didn’t really do anything. (I concluded that I was doing something I liked to do, so it all worked out.) So I thought of the things that I have, and the things that I want, and the things I’d have to do to get me to what I want, and then I did not write them down… I’m not done yet.