deerly beloved...
ooh, good day. at this point, i have only been awake for...about five hours and already i have gone to a movie with lisa, eaten a bowl of mini-wheats, and showered to make myself presentable. impressive, i know. i'm a master at these kinds of things. i showered and got dressed in a remarkable 20 minutes to meet lisa to go to the movie. we saw 'dodgeball' after much deliberation, since we didn't want to wait around to see another movie. i had low expectations, but it was actually funny...despite the fact that it brought up painful childhood memories.
one in particular comes to mind: i'm wearing glasses at this time, in the second grade? i think it was second grade. they said i only needed glasses for reading. so, we're at recess, playing dodgeball, and i am without my spectacles, when suddenly, out of the middle of NO WHERE (i swear) one of the strongest second-graders (a boy, of course) slams a ball into the side of my head. i was nearly unconscious, and was lying there and i had a big bruise on my face for days and swore to everyone i hadn't seen the ball to duck. therefore, i was now wearing glasses for reading and every other activity humanly possible. so. there's my dodgeball story. poor me. i know.
hmm. what to do now. i cleaned my room. dusted my room. made my bed. organized. alphabetized my bookshelf. arranged every yearbook i own in chronological order. straightened my shoes. gathered up my purses. plugged in my cell phone. hung my jeans in my closet by denim color.
i've run out of menial tasks. not that that's a bad thing, necessarily. now i'll have time to...clean the kitchen!
i hate my life.
one in particular comes to mind: i'm wearing glasses at this time, in the second grade? i think it was second grade. they said i only needed glasses for reading. so, we're at recess, playing dodgeball, and i am without my spectacles, when suddenly, out of the middle of NO WHERE (i swear) one of the strongest second-graders (a boy, of course) slams a ball into the side of my head. i was nearly unconscious, and was lying there and i had a big bruise on my face for days and swore to everyone i hadn't seen the ball to duck. therefore, i was now wearing glasses for reading and every other activity humanly possible. so. there's my dodgeball story. poor me. i know.
hmm. what to do now. i cleaned my room. dusted my room. made my bed. organized. alphabetized my bookshelf. arranged every yearbook i own in chronological order. straightened my shoes. gathered up my purses. plugged in my cell phone. hung my jeans in my closet by denim color.
i've run out of menial tasks. not that that's a bad thing, necessarily. now i'll have time to...clean the kitchen!
i hate my life.