Moldy Bread
September 27, 2007
I decided to do the post for the Blog Against Abuse campaign Karen opened my eyes to over at A Medical Mystery, so if you are interested, go over there and check it. Don’t forget to comment, I love feedback.
That aside, there isn’t a whole lot of stuff going on with me today. I’m surprisingly calm and content. I had to wake up somewhat early today to meet with the people in my counseling group so we could practice our counseling skills. I’m doing slightly better according to Lynn, I didn’t fidget at all today. After the counseling session, I went to the bookstore and bought my mom a present - just something little. I already got my dad something from the bookstore, so it’s my mom’s turn. I also bought myself sweat pants that say my college’s name on the ass. I know Sassy thinks that sweat pants are ugly, but personally…I think she’s just jealous because I look way better in sweat pants. On me, sweat pants are sexy 
(I will prove this once I have the camera back). These sweat pants are black, and completely form fitting. And comfortable. What an improvement from this mornings episode of stuffing my ass into a pair of jeans!
Lynn gave me a ride home, and I was excited to have grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup for lunch. However, I opened my bag of bread only to find that it was moldy! Ew! I turned myself off of grilled cheese sandwiches for a while. I don’t know, but there is something to be said about green mold spores on bread. It’s not a very mouth-watering image.
I am completely aware that this post is completely dry and lifeless, but when you are content there isn’t a whole lot you can rant about. Besides, most people are annoyed with my “negative outlook” on things (myself included) so I thought I’d be a bit like Avitable and blog about random crap like moldy bread and sweat pants.
Oh ya; and today’s Nifty update is this: we are getting along great. I haven’t been a tyrant (yet) and he hasn’t done anything to irritate me. I’ve kept my woes to myself and was completely understanding when he called me at 11:45 instead of 10:19pm. I even figured he had to work! I wasn’t thinking anything negative - well until 11pm, then I was worried that he was in a ditch somewhere. When I’m worried, there is no stopping my mind from coming up with scary scenarios like that but I’m sure everyone is like that.
This weekend I look forward to coming home, hanging out with Peterpops, maybe seeing Fuzz, and seeing Nifty. I’m also going to actually fill out my bursary applications. And maybe do some homework. Ya. Go me. I’m accomplishing so much.
September 27th, 2007 at 1:52 pm
< ![CDATA[I don't blog about random shit! I blog about life-altering stuff that impacts everyone.]]>
September 28th, 2007 at 1:00 am
< ![CDATA[Gawd! Don't you hate when that happens? That happened to me last week when I was craving toast. And the hubby's all, "well, it's just th at one piece. Let me look at the others." Men!]]>
September 28th, 2007 at 2:51 am
< ![CDATA[ew! i think i just threw up in my mouth a little when i read that.
and hey, i got a sexy back in sweats, too!]]>
September 28th, 2007 at 4:20 pm
< ![CDATA[Avitable, although it is life-altering, it is also very random!
Celise; I do hate it when that happens!
Draven; I threw up a little in my mouth when I read that! We just rock. Because we wear sweats with style!]]>