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Jul. 28th, 2008 10:28 pmOn paper, this has been a pretty bad week:
1. My car stopped working.
2. I washed my last right contact down the drain by accident.
3. I broke my only pair of glasses.
4. I burned a pie.
5. I had not one, but two headaches of doom-idy-doom.
6. Three of the books I checked out of the library really, deeply, offensively sucked.
7. Everyone was too busy to come over and eat purple potato latkes.
8. I spilled a whole bottle of super-staining red food coloring all over myself.
9. I tore the knee of my favorite jeans.
10. I have finally come to terms with the fact that my running shoes are really, really ready for retirement.
11. I will not be able to visit my sister who is raft guiding one of my favorite stretches of river.
Somehow, none of this is too troubling.
1. I always enjoy a chance to poke around under the hood of my car, and even though I couldn't fix it, I honestly don't need to drive in the next week. Plus, tow trucks these days are kind of killer awesome. Admiring it's automatic winching action, I kind of regret not going into engineering.
2 &3 . I made an appointment with an optometrist, and fixed my glasses. And she's on the bus route!
4. The pie burned, but I have an excellent new pie crust recipe! The secret: yogurt.
5. The headaches did suck. I didn't have to finish the awful books and just returned them to the library. HA. 6. I don't have to read books that suck! I returned them to the library complete with post-it note editorials.
7. I ate latkes by myself, and they were super delicious, and everyone else missed out. This is what happens when you do not come to the dinners I invite you to.
8. I learned that car grease + fast orange actually works for getting food coloring off skin, and I managed not to get any on my clothes.
9. Cutoffs!
10. While I hate shoe shopping with a passion I usually reserve for injustice, it will probably be good to have shoes not held together with duct tape.
11. She'll be back next year.
Also: As rough (oh, and it is rough) as it is, I finished my first draft of my "let me into medical school" essay. It begins: "It was a dark and stormy night" and ends with quote from Edna St. Vincent Millay. I call that a win.
1. My car stopped working.
2. I washed my last right contact down the drain by accident.
3. I broke my only pair of glasses.
4. I burned a pie.
5. I had not one, but two headaches of doom-idy-doom.
6. Three of the books I checked out of the library really, deeply, offensively sucked.
7. Everyone was too busy to come over and eat purple potato latkes.
8. I spilled a whole bottle of super-staining red food coloring all over myself.
9. I tore the knee of my favorite jeans.
10. I have finally come to terms with the fact that my running shoes are really, really ready for retirement.
11. I will not be able to visit my sister who is raft guiding one of my favorite stretches of river.
Somehow, none of this is too troubling.
1. I always enjoy a chance to poke around under the hood of my car, and even though I couldn't fix it, I honestly don't need to drive in the next week. Plus, tow trucks these days are kind of killer awesome. Admiring it's automatic winching action, I kind of regret not going into engineering.
2 &3 . I made an appointment with an optometrist, and fixed my glasses. And she's on the bus route!
4. The pie burned, but I have an excellent new pie crust recipe! The secret: yogurt.
5. The headaches did suck. I didn't have to finish the awful books and just returned them to the library. HA. 6. I don't have to read books that suck! I returned them to the library complete with post-it note editorials.
7. I ate latkes by myself, and they were super delicious, and everyone else missed out. This is what happens when you do not come to the dinners I invite you to.
8. I learned that car grease + fast orange actually works for getting food coloring off skin, and I managed not to get any on my clothes.
9. Cutoffs!
10. While I hate shoe shopping with a passion I usually reserve for injustice, it will probably be good to have shoes not held together with duct tape.
11. She'll be back next year.
Also: As rough (oh, and it is rough) as it is, I finished my first draft of my "let me into medical school" essay. It begins: "It was a dark and stormy night" and ends with quote from Edna St. Vincent Millay. I call that a win.
