the wheel of life
my feet hurt so bad... i sprained the arch of my foot at the mall (a boy smiled at me while i was walking down the stairs. so embarrassing) and i continue to wear heels everyday. we all got let out of work early as a surprise and i fell into my bed and haven't moved since (i'm still here). this book i'm reading is really good... but scary. the characters remind me of my friends and it makes me think of the wasteland i live in, orange county. brittany laughed at my new years resolution and about how it's not much of a resolution... i want to save every receipt of everything i buy and total it up and the end of the year and see if my spending exceeds my income. "that's not even a resolution... it doesn't change anything." i rolled my eyes to the back of my mind to challenge her statement and found one. "i would like to monitor my finances closely." furthermore pressing her buttons i suggested "you should try next year not to be so ornery" she laughed. "that's not going to happen." other than that i don't really have much to change or want, nothing too obscure. i want what everyone else wants... but i would like to finish the mess of a novel i've been writing for the last two years now, bound it up and give it to someone i know to critique. the problem is... everyone i know is in it. we concluded our dinner at a restaurant we eat at way too often, so often we never need menus and the same little asian lady sits us and doesn't even ask what we want. victor, the owner... a fourth generation vegan master (that's what he tells everyone) pointed at the fortune cookies on top of our check and whispered in broken english "top secret inside!" i almost peed my pants. i would love to continue this but jeff has been bugging me for thirty minutes now to teach him how to make grilled cheese. only children, i swear.