Waking Up

Have you ever woken up feeling like you've been punched in the face? That's how I feel today. Blech.

Time for My Mom to Come Over

I was telling my friend Lara some time ago about how every time my mom comes over we seem to have an embarrassing amount of empty wine/beer/liquor bottles sitting on our kitchen floor that I have to clean up lest she see them. Let me explain - we recycle these items, so they don't just go in the trash, and we are often too lazy to take them out onto the balcony to our recycle bin. Therefore, there will often be a month or two's worth of empty bottles on the floor. But, of course, my mom wouldn't know that. She would immediately assume that we had drunk all of that alcohol last night all by ourselves.

Anyway, a month or two ago Lara came over to our apartment, took a survey of the empty bottles and said, "It looks like it's about time for your mom to come over." It was about the funniest thing she's ever said to me because right as she said it, I realized that my mom was, in fact, coming over the very next day!

So, on Monday or Tuesday Jonathan took the recycling out, including all the empty bottles (which, incidentally were mostly plastic juice bottles this time around, but still...). As he was doing it, I realized that my mom was coming over on Thursday. I burst out laughing. You really can gauge my mother's visits on the amount of empty bottles on our floor. So thanks, Lara, for making me laugh at my own mess and cheering me up as I have to clean it (or Jonathan does in this case). Chores are always easier when you're laughing.

Anal Retentive

So, I am contemplating revamping my fashion ensemble pictures into Work and School categories so that I can remember who has seen me in which outfits. I already do that to some degree with them now, but I really only mark special occasions. The project I'm talking about here will be way more detailed and kind of makes me feel like I'm crazy. But as cluttered as my apartment may be, I get an immense sense of satisfaction from organizing things.

I bought a huge handbag yesterday. Big enough to hold a spare set of clothes plus all toiletries. It's kind of like carrying a small suitcase on my shoulder. I hate enormous purses or "totes" as other people like to call them. What a stupid word. Let's just call it what it is - an obscenely large purse. Anyway, I have joined the ranks of the women carrying their lives on their shoulders. It's kind of disappointing. But practical, so I'm giving it a try. If I feel ridiculous every single time I wear it, one of my girlfriends just might receive a slightly-used-but-still-lovely gigantic burgundy purse for Christmas.

New Clothes

So, I went on my bi-annual shopping trip yesterday and today. The goal: to buy new school clothes. After bumming around SMU in my casual outfits, I will now actually have a job that requires appropriate attire. And since it is a Baptist university, I am assuming they don't want me to wear things like sleeveless shirts and open-toed shoes. Unfortunately, everything in every store is either still very summer-y or it's incredibly ugly. I only ended up buying two pairs of pants, a fantastic dress, flats, and a new handbag. I must have tried on 15 different knee-length black skirts, none of which flattered my body. This disaster means I have to go shopping again in, like, October when there are actually conservative fall clothes in the stores. I will just have to muddle through until then. Bummer!