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Whoa. This is just... whoa. Any of you who think you're recluses just because you only go out like once a week... check THIS. It's about some very famous recluses of mid-20th-century New York. It's also like the police reports from the aftermath of some story by Poe.
I had veggie patch pizza (very cheap and very filling) at Applebee's tonight and returned a book to B&N (Five-Finger Discount by Helene Stapinski, which I just wasn't into). I returned something to Target, too, but somehow left with more. I have been trying to decide between a pink lacy camisole set and a blue one. I still haven't quite made up my mind, but one has to go back to the mothership, cos I really cannot afford them. (How often do I say that? I can't afford either but I'm willing to keep one.)
It occurs to me that spring break is almost over and I haven't done a single interesting thing so far. The schedule of the next few days pretty much insures that I won't be doing a single interesting thing with the rest of the break, either. I suppose homework and housework are still accomplishments and I can do interesting things in another six weeks probably without noticing the difference.
I went through a miniature fit of panic and unhappiness earlier this evening, but I caused it myself through a total mental trick, and in realizing that I was playing through an inane stack of "what if?"s I was starting to upset myself... I started to not be upset. Close call, though.
I had veggie patch pizza (very cheap and very filling) at Applebee's tonight and returned a book to B&N (Five-Finger Discount by Helene Stapinski, which I just wasn't into). I returned something to Target, too, but somehow left with more. I have been trying to decide between a pink lacy camisole set and a blue one. I still haven't quite made up my mind, but one has to go back to the mothership, cos I really cannot afford them. (How often do I say that? I can't afford either but I'm willing to keep one.)
It occurs to me that spring break is almost over and I haven't done a single interesting thing so far. The schedule of the next few days pretty much insures that I won't be doing a single interesting thing with the rest of the break, either. I suppose homework and housework are still accomplishments and I can do interesting things in another six weeks probably without noticing the difference.
I went through a miniature fit of panic and unhappiness earlier this evening, but I caused it myself through a total mental trick, and in realizing that I was playing through an inane stack of "what if?"s I was starting to upset myself... I started to not be upset. Close call, though.
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