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- I get a little thrill when I use paper bags at the grocery store. Especially when I pack them myself. I love the sound of the crackling paper, the card-boardy smell, stacking the stuff neatly inside like a puzzle, and setting the bags side by side in a neat configuration in the back of my car. It is one my most favorite parts of shopping at ALDI, the saving money is almost secondary to the paper bags.

- Wonder Pets make me feel a little annoyed. Ok, a lot. This is serious.

- I'm a really, truly, a lot scared about moving. A big, huge part of me is thrilled to be going home and a small, loud part of me is frightened that we are making a mistake. What if I fight with my mom all the time like when I was a teenager? (oh, yeah, that was almost 15 years ago...ouch) What if Eric hates it? What if something happens to Uncle Heezy while we are too far away to help? What if Josh hates it? What if I hate it? What if Eric gets fired? What if we don't have enough money to actually make the move with? What if our house falls through? What if ... what if ... what if ...

- Sometimes I drive Eric crazy. See above ^^ if you're not sure how someone so cute, adorable, wonderful, lazy, funny could possibly do that.

- I wish there was a sarcasm font. For stuff like ^^

- My laptop cord is not working properly. Again. Sigh.

- I applied to the spring 2010 semester at UNM this morning. I didn't pay the application fee yet though (it's 20$, what!?) so I still have a way to chicken out.

- I still want to go to law school someday. But in the meantime I am thinking of a degree in Media Arts which I think is a fancy way of saying Making Pretty Things With Computers. But I need to do some research to be sure. If I do a double major then I should be able to apply to law school with a (useless) PoliSci degree.

- Eric just sent me his to-do list for once we get to NM:
  1. Write a will.
  2. Write out a medical and legal power of attorneys for each other.
  3. Get Life Insurance for Carly.

How morbid.

- I don't think Rhianna should be a Cover Girl spokes model anymore. Unless, of course, Cover Girl wants to market makeup for when you need to Cover, Girl.

- I'm not really sure why I'm afraid of going back to school. Oh, wait, now I remember. MONEY! Sure, I could go to a community college or something for a year first but I am technically already a student at UNM with 24 credits under my belt and a 3.4 GPA . 13 years ago.

- Carly is eating an almost ripe banana. From ALDI. And that is what I like to call going full circle.


llegue said…
Yay for going back to school!!! I'm a fan of school!!!
Heather said…
Going back after a break is hard, but once you step foot into your first class it'll be normal again. Good luck with the move!!
Anonymous said…
What you call Morbid, I call practical.

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