On that note, I used to know a guy who hated it when people used the word random, thought it was over-used or something like that. Can’t remember who that was, though.
Every time I go to get coffee, I walk past the Skyway GNC, where a machine asks me, “Have you checked your weight today?” There’s so many things wrong with this, I barely know where to begin. First of all, if you’re trying to lose weight (I am not, but so many people are), you’re not supposed to check your weight daily. Its just too easy to get discouraged, because you don’t see results every day. Weekly is the advice, I believe. Secondly, this machine offends me, not because I care about my weight, but because so many people have low self-esteem because of theirs, and the last thing they need is to be reminded of it by some stupid machine.
Another Fashion Police sighting. I was walking behind a 20-something woman with her boyfriend (or husband or guy friend, who knows). She was wearing a baby blue long-sleeved shirt (OK so far). She was also wearing red pants – think hooker nail-polish red – with a little bit of a camel toe issue. Small problems. White socks. How do I know? She was wearing black dress shoes that didn’t have a back (are those called mules?), and the gap between the shoe and the pants was about 2 inches, in which you could watch her white socked heels. I’m sure she is a lovely person. Just not what I would have chosen to wear.
I have ten youth groups left. Ten. Probably that many Sunday services as well.
In the last few days, I have had several ideas for things to write, from an outline (or at least a starting point) for a novel to a series of short essays of the Christian venue.
I painted yesterday. My arm is sore today. Not only did I paint (and my hand didn’t cramp up, which was wonderful, though it was sore later), I moved the shelves to the newly painted wall and put the books on them etc. My room is really starting to shape up. Its only about 1/3 painted, but the furniture is all in place. Wall hangings are slightly amiss, but why fix them when its just going to have to be done again once those walls get painted?
I’ve been very tired lately (well, since Christmas really). I wonder if Wellbutrin isn’t the drug for me. I’ll have my annual doctor’s visit in the next month or so, and we’ll see what happens. I’d like to be a little more on-track before I start grad school.
Did I mention that I finally got my application in? Essay written, recommendation letters (one sent, one requested), transcript requested. Very exciting. Mailed on Saturday. Should be received… today or tomorrow. I hope to know… sooner than I probably will.
Speaking of acceptances, was accepted to the University of Minnesota’s Graduate School of Social Work program! Congrats! She’ll start in the fall.