the 6th being that I often know who's calling before I pick up the phone
So we're walking through Arundel Mills, jeans shopping. It's a horrible job but it must be done. I've been wearing the exact same pair for almost 2 years now, and Jayme's are ripping all over the place.
Anyway, everytime we pass a restaurant I say how I want to eat free food from that restaurant.
Mmmm, I want free Chevy's.
Oh, Auntie Anne's!
Ben and Jerry's!
I want a Cinnabon. Don't they have free samples? I want a free sample.
I just had this feeling like I should be getting free food. I kept looking around every corner hoping that someone would magically offer me delicious treats at no cost.
I went to Bath & Body Works to cash in on an undeserved gift card and the lady told us that it was Free Ice Cream Day at Ben and Jerry's. So we walked over there and got free cones. Everyone was getting free ice cream cones! You just walk right up, and they give it to you for no apparent reason, save publicity.
Rare is the occasion when I would get as excited about anything as free food. I think that is my 7th sense - being attracted to places where free food is available. Oh serendipitous day.
I have been told that weird stuff happens to me. I never believed it. Everytime something interesting would happen to me, people like Bert would say, "Only to you," and I would say, "No, little things like this happen to everybody. You just need to be easily amused by small things and then tell stories about them; it makes your life sound more interesting." Stuff like hawks flying through the window, having random conversations with characters on the metro, getting flat tires every week. Random junk that happens to everybody, right?
So I thought. Now, however, I am convinced that I am a magnet for weird experiences. And it's not because I lead a crazy life. I don't. I am a hermit. I go to school, then I hide out in my room trying to plan for the next few days. Then, bam, the minute I leave the house, I find myself in the twilight zone. Of all the times I could possibly be in a given place, it just so happens that a coincidence is waiting around the corner at the exact moment I turn it. No, you will not find out on here what things are happening to me. Let's just say I feel like the unexpecting cartoon character who gets hit in the head with a stray anvil.
Anyway...in other news, I practiced cartwheels in the Chapel today. I just had the urge when I started down that long, empty aisle. And then I realized, I haven't done a cartwheel in years. So I tried one. It was like one of those little kid cartwheels, where your legs are tucked up above you instead of straight out, as if you're afraid of going too far from the ground. Clearly, that was unacceptable, so I tried again. Soon I was kind of getting the hang of it back, since it's been about 10 years since I cartwheeled (what a sad realization). Man, am I sore. Also, my wrists are shaking. They can't handle the pressure.
This little blog is dangerously close to getting deleted. There are many reasons:
People have been making fun of me for it since the beginning (although that has hardly made me consider stopping).
I retell stories so much, but everyone has already heard them all if they ever check this here website.
Employers might Google me, and although I have nothing incriminating on here, they still shouldn't know everything weird about me.
Too much information. Too many creepers out there.
Number 4 is really the one I'm worried about. And with good reason. I don't know what to do...I'm so attached. I'll have to find another outlet for my ramblings, but I can't think of any.
Sorry to keep you waiting so long. I have finally emerged from my seclusion for this brief week known as MCPS spring break! And of course, I got sick the first evening I had off.
This is the third or fourth time I've been sick since January. Not good. I think it all stems from my tonsils, which have been bothering me for years, and which the doctors ignore every time I tell them. Just cut those babies out already.
Anyway, I have nothing interesting to share with you besides the fact that I am relishing the fact that I can sleep as much as I want! Sleep deprivation may also be at the root of all my ailments. And the fact that my diet consists of yogurt during the day and pasta and ice cream at night. I went to my parents' house the other day and requested a salad. It was a beautiful salad.
My pillow and some salad. That's really all it takes nowadays to make me happy. These are luxuries to me.
Okay, so if I have any spring break adventures, I'll let you know.
