like mashed potatoes
Some days, I just don't know how to feel.
My first thought upon awakening this morning was how I was going to structure my statement of interests, for my grad school applications. That's really not the greatest first thought in the morning. I'd much prefer if I thought about having ice-cream for breakfast (despite having none in the freezer), or about how I could jump my guy, or about who stole the cookie from the cookie jar. This should've been the first clue that my day was going to be off-kilter.
I also once again learned today that sometimes, impulsivity is good! If you see something you want, you should get it, instead of mulling over it so long you lose your chance at it altogether. I seem to be famous for, "I'll think about it" and "I'll come back for it later" quips. Case in point: while on vacation this past summer, I stumbled upon a postcard with the signature image for Art in the 60s while at the art museum in Birmingham. Rather than get it then and there, I decided to wait till we were done checking out the galleries. Who knew that the gallery was going to close in less than an hour? I didn't. And when the security guard booted us out at closing time, I frantically ran back, pleading with them to let me just get this one postcard. But of course, they all wanted to run home to their families and wouldn't do this one thing for me. Now, I suppose if I offered them a significant amount of money, that would be another story.
Yesterday, I should've learned from this, but apparently, I didn't. We were at a&b sound, getting Eminem's Encore (which is great, if I might so add. Although not as great as the photography in the CD booklet). That's when I came upon a $10.99 DVD copy of Ocean's Eleven... it was the last copy too. Rather than get it then and there, I famously quipped, "I'll think about it". And think about it I did. I decided to go back for it this morning, only to find that final copy gone. Well, as they say, the early bird catches the worm, not the bird who thinks too much. This overthinking bird is kicking herself.
And to add to the feelings askew, Mac (four-time consecutive Yates Cup champions) lost the Yates Cup this afternoon... too many of their front-liners, including disasterously-enough, Jesse Lumsden, were injured. I stopped watching with five minutes left in the fourth, when it became painfully clear that Mac wasn't going to be able to beat the one team that broke their four-year-long winning streak. I was grumpy thereafter.
And while being grumpy, I had to tackle more indecision about whether I should send a dud reference form to my referee for my grad school application. After consulting a grand total of two (count 'em) people, I somewhat-reluctantly sent it. All this just for a little peace of mind... or so they tell me.
At least my pink heart socks with the grippy heart bottoms and the useless pom-poms are keeping my feet warm. Which doesn't make me feel so bad.