Afternoon Update for 2-9-6

For some reason, I thought the spanish test today. That is, I thought what we took on Tuesday was just a prueba, a quiz. Turns out that was the test. It just seemed too easy and abbreviated to be the test. I always stress myself out over nothing. (I also stress myself out while/by doing nothing, but that’s beside the point.)

I think my spanish profesora made my day. She just has this way about her. She’s a voluptuous, outgoing hispanic woman. How can you not be put in a better mood? It’s strange how infectious smiles and laughter than me. Plus the fact that she said I did good on the test. I didn’t do the homework that was assigned for today, but so be it. I’ll just do the homework that’s assigned for the next chapter and keep going.

I had the bright idea to buy a mirror. Ever look at yourself in the bathroom mirror? I like to. At least, I used to. It’s funny how I pass by it all the time to go pee, or when I brush my teeth, or even when I shave, but I can be staring right at myself and not be looking at myself. I figured a new acquisition would cause me to clean up room for it in my room.

To which my mind said, “A mirror? That’s a waste of money!”

To which I replied, “Oh really? I’ll show you, I’m going to go out and buy a mirror!” I love buying gifts for friends. Not a problem. Just the other day I randomly bought someone 1337 status on OD. But buy something material for myself? That’s a crisis! I debate the cost-effectiveness of eating out, while I have no problem randomly buying a girl across the country fifty dollars worth of chocolate. (You know who you are.)

I also figured it was a good time to buy a new bookbag as the one I’ve had has been gapping open since that one anger episode last fall. I went to what’s-that-place and browsed mirrors. Unfortunately, none of them appealed to me. None of them said, “I am Timmy’s mirror.” After all, our material possessions reflect who we are. (I’m being sarcastic, watch Fight Club.) Nonetheless, I did go there, so I figured it was okay if I left emptyhanded.

I went to Kohls to look for mirrors, but didn’t see any. I have a policy where if a store doesn’t put things in a logical place, obviously I wasn’t meant to find them. (Typically my rant when it comes to grocery stores.) I verbally remarked all the areas as I walked. The gradual shift from kitchen to towels to rugs to pillows to sheets. I did not see mirrors. Oh well. Didn’t see bookbags either, but then again, I’m lazy. If Jamesway was still open, I’d know exactly where they are. But Jamesway hasn’t been around in over a decade.

I had a craving for pizza. I considered coming home and having a Celeste, but then I realized, “Dude. Have some pizza. Right now.” So I walked two feet and went to Luigi’s. Haven’t been there in years. A slice of pie was exactly what I needed.

I am drinking milk. Moooooooo.