Fingers are falling Off

Sorry, lol, excuse the title. I went shopping with my mom today (she was worried I was getting depressed and had cabin fever) and just as we walked into one store, a woman passing a mannequin (those are creepy) knocked the arm off. She tried putting the arm back on without drawing any more attention to herself, but a store employee asked politely,

“Ohh, did the finger fall off again?”

Since I had barely noticed anything, the first thing I heard when I walked into the store was a voice inquiring if the finger fell off again. It was kind of funny :)

I wish someone wrote a book on just the random things overheard like that.

In the parking lot of the store we were at, there was a bunch of broken glass and…bananas. Seriously. There were  couple old ones and some still yellow. Two were by our car so I took a picture. Luckily for me, my mom’s used to my odd picture-taking moments.

Now with college beginning in a few months, money’s tight for me. However, (before he left) my dad gave me some money “to buy a phone that’s from this century”. I decided to spend that money, instead on some baby gifts for my soon-to-be godson. I love my dinosaur phone and can stand it for a while yet.

Story of why I have a dinosaur phone:

I decided to load the dishwasher for the first time in 3 weeks. It’s normally my chore, but with the musical I student-directed, I barely had time to eat, let alone be home long enough to do anything but sleep. So…I got a text. I opened my nice little red phone that’s only 2 years old and suddenly, BLOOP! Down into the water it went. Just like the Titanic. Instead of the freezing ocean though, my phone went into a bowl full of dirty water and over-soaked cereal. So my mom’s friend gave me an old phone of hers.

Anyways, I bought him some Sleep ‘n Plays (with turtles on them!!), a little pair of shoes (with little lions on them and a wrist-rattle!), 5 receiving blankets, and a thick fuzzy blanket (with a monkey on it :3 ) it’s so soft I’m tempted to buy one for myself :P But it’s kind of weird going shopping for a baby. It’s not easy shopping for someone who isn’t even born yet! I’m glad my mom was there to help me though. She knows her stuff bout babies :P Oh yeah---this old lady in the Baby department just gave me this weird glare as if to say

 "Ugh, this generation sickens me. They wear weird clothes and think they can peirce their skin and wear weird makeup. Then they go and buy clothes for their friends who are having kids and aren't even 18 yet. (Dramatic soap opera-worthy sigh) When do they plan to grow up?"

I love that look! =D

For the record, my godson-to-be's mom is 23. Ha old lady. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

Cider likes it when I go shopping. She, um, appreciates it, when I leave my shopping bags on the floor.

My godson-to-be is due the 12th of June, so I’m taking a bus to his parent’s house, my friends, next week. 6 hours with strangers. I hope to either take some interesting pictures or make a new friend ^^ even if they’re only a single serving.

I haven’t submitted my essay yet. I’m debating between it and a narrative I wrote a few months ago for my Composition class. It received 100% and I was very proud of it (before I got the grade). SO I’ve got some thinking to do. Regardless of which I choose, I have to revise it before submitting it. I asked my writing teacher for help (she offered) on which one but she never replied to my text, which I’ve understood to be her saying “This is your best, in your opinion, I can’t decide this for you”. Which she’s right but I still want her opinion…I’ll still ask a few people, like my best friend ^^  She likes writing and I trust her opinion.

Today my brother bought a racecar. Don’t get excited, now, it’s…well, here:

He was zooming around our driveway with it, both of us laughing like mad when the motor died or he hit a pothole and the car got a little air. Suddenly, him and I are kids again. Him 11 and excited about his new toy, me happy for him and as curious as any 6 year old would be with a tiny car. I miss those days.

I found a new blog by a happy accident and the writer loves the band Bright Eyes. I looked the band up and found a super cute song. One of those songs that makes me believe in silly things.

Well I'm off to write. I need to finish this essay thing and hopefully move on to writing a story I've been thinking about for months. Now that I' ve got a week of free-time, might as well write!

Till tomorrow :)

P.S. "I'd sell my soul for 3 unicorns and a poptart"