Well… I’ve figured out where all the stuff I was complaining about last post comes from.
I’ve been moving into my new apartment (in Dallas! Where Hannah lives!). And moving into a new place requires some shopping for essentials that you didn’t feel like end up moving. Like brooms and sponges and dish soap. You know, responsible, adult things.
But in my last few days of apartment nesting, I’ve noticed that I maybe (totally) let myself buy whatever I want, using the emotional trauma and stress of moving as an excuse for that purchasing behavior.
Sometimes, it’s right in the middle of test week, and you decide to make a coffeecake, an apple pie, and homemade rolls for premature Friendsgiving. You just decide this, and you don’t think about the fact that it is a stupid decision, and that you have no time management skills, and that there are more important life skills you should be working on with all this apparent “free-time” you’ve created to bake this stuff. (more…)
cried over Harry Potter. At least twice. (If you do your math correctly, you’ll realize this means I cried at some point while not watching the movie. It’s over. It’s sad, ok? Don’t make fun. Rude.) (more…)