(I know this is my first post and I should probably do some sort of introduction, but there’s really no point, I mean, what is there to say? I could say that I’m new to blogging, but that’s probably obvious, or I could say that I welcomed you all to my little piece of the blogosphere, but that would be cliché. And then, if I was really putting myself out there, I could say I’m glad you’ve come all this way to read my blog, or that I’m glad you are. But there’s no point. So I won’t.)
Today was a professional development day, which means we get a day off. Hallelujah! Because it’s Friday, this also means a three-day weekend. So I decided to spend my god-sent free time, you guessed it, sleeping in.
I love sleeping in on a Friday, you can just lie there and not do anything; you have the rest of the weekend to clean your room, or vacuum the house, or do whatever it is you do on weekends. I hesitate to say that I sleep in because I’m a teenager, because I’m not sure if it’s just me who can lay for hours without feeling the need to get vertical again, or if we all do that, stereotypes aside.
Eventually though, even I had to get up or risk my body turning to goop. After I managed to drag myself out of bed and into some clothes, shoved some breakfast down my throat and then watched TV for an hour to catch my breath, it was time for the ritual Walk to the Library.
The Walk is a half an hour stroll along a busy street, across a parking lot, and behind a movie theater with occasional stops at gas stations for refueling. I go on this Walk every couple of weekends to restore my book stash and return the ones I’ve read. It is a full on workout to haul back my catch; I have been known to pick up more than a dozen hefty books at once.
The Walk is long but usually uneventful, not today.
Here are some of the unusual things that happened to me today:
- Got stopped for directions twice, and to the same place, which, naturally I had no clue how to get too. You see, I’m sort of (very) directionally challenged because I cant be bothered to look around when I’m being carted from place to place. All I can say is that when I can drive, I’m going to spring for a GPS (in order to avoid embarrassing phone calls home asking to be picked up)
- Had a librarian tell me I was making the other people at the Library nervous. Nervous?! I spend my weekends at the Library for peat’s sake! I capitalize the word “Library”! Who’s going to feel threatened by me? But apparently I was standing to close too the lady in front of me in line. I was tired and I was just leaning on the corner of the check out desk, excuse me if I’m about to collapse. Geez.
- Had a biker guy, complete with beard, multiple piercing and a scary tattoo, open the door for me like a perfect gentleman. Isn’t irony beautiful? We live in a day and age where polite, modern men run for cover at the idea of being courteous to young women for fear of being pursued for harassment and/or chauvinism. The only guys left who have the balls to be polite are the bikers! What kind of world are we living in when you have to be brave to be nice?
- Had a conversation about giant pens from Staples with the cashier and said biker guy. Ok, yeah, it was weird and random but also kind of funny
- Got honked at by my dad who was coming home from work.
(I’ll post as soon as possible. No promises that it’ll be anytime soon though.
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