thoughts after some rasberry sherbert
Turner Classic Movies is showing a Nancy Drew movie from 1939. I'm not very impressed. The Nancy I loved was always wearing smart corduroy pantsuits and coolly navigating her way through any trouble. This Nancy has poofy hair and speaks much too shrilly.
And yes, it is a Friday night and I am watching a Nancy Drew movie and creating a blog. But days of the week don't really mean anything when working at a bookstore that's open every day. I actually feel like it is Monday night since I had the last two days off.
Yesterday I turned 23. And although I can't remember much about ages 0-4, I really think that this is the most change I've ever undergone during one year of my life. There has been something very conscious about this year. I've been too aware of my aging. Like when you pay too much attention to what a papercut felt like as it is happening. It's better if it just happens and you don't really realize it until it's over. But, not so for my 23rd year!
MPR had their June member drive this week. And I know that is supposed to be an obnoxious week on public radio, but I actually kind of like it. It makes me feel all giddy when they talk about how awesome they are. I want to call them up and say "I believe in you! I pledge my soul to you! And I would pledge actual money if I wasn't afraid of going broke next year when I finally move out of my parents house!" I should give at least a little tiny bit, shouldn't I.
I feel uncharacteristically at peace at the moment, and there is a stack of books I want to read at the foot of my bed, so I think I will go now.
And yes, it is a Friday night and I am watching a Nancy Drew movie and creating a blog. But days of the week don't really mean anything when working at a bookstore that's open every day. I actually feel like it is Monday night since I had the last two days off.
Yesterday I turned 23. And although I can't remember much about ages 0-4, I really think that this is the most change I've ever undergone during one year of my life. There has been something very conscious about this year. I've been too aware of my aging. Like when you pay too much attention to what a papercut felt like as it is happening. It's better if it just happens and you don't really realize it until it's over. But, not so for my 23rd year!
MPR had their June member drive this week. And I know that is supposed to be an obnoxious week on public radio, but I actually kind of like it. It makes me feel all giddy when they talk about how awesome they are. I want to call them up and say "I believe in you! I pledge my soul to you! And I would pledge actual money if I wasn't afraid of going broke next year when I finally move out of my parents house!" I should give at least a little tiny bit, shouldn't I.
I feel uncharacteristically at peace at the moment, and there is a stack of books I want to read at the foot of my bed, so I think I will go now.