… to the sound of a blow dryer, my entire body aching, and mouth dry like sand paper. Despite that, I was optimistic about the day I was about to start. I took a quick shower, had an apple while changing, and set out to get some coffee. I love living in Gurney Park because everything is so darn convenient. I stuffed some money into my pockets, and did away with my purse - lunging that thing around is such a hassle. Hands free, shades on, and without socks in my converse shoes I shimmied my way to Starbucks to get a tall coffee with low fat milk. Then I went to get my contact lenses, which I had to order in and pick it up on Weds. Still with coffee in hand, I wandered to Popular and spent some time going through some titles, realizing I had already started to create a mental note of all the titles I wanted. I borrowed a pen and took some paper and decided to actualize the list. I was estatic that they had their whole Murakami collection on ‘buy one, get the second on half price’, right then, I knew I would finish my collection. I ended up buying The Time Travellars Wife. Now, it’s not typical of me to purchase a book with “The International Bestseller” printed at the top, but with this is sort of storyline how could I refuse? I’ve been wanting to watch the movie since it came out, but never got around to it until is was out of theatres. Now that I’ve bought the book, I’m going to have to put off watching the movie.

I’m such a nerd, all I want for Christmas are mainly books::

Jane Austen – Persuasion

Ben Okri – The Famished Road

Roddy Doyle – Daddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha

Elizabeth Noble – Things I Want My Daughter To Know

Mitch Albom – A Little Faith

Edward De Bono – H+ A New Religion?

Little Women

Daniel Goleman – Emotional Intellegence (apparently a really insightful book recommended by my psyche teacher and textbook)

Haruki Murakami – the 4 remaining titles I yet to have..

These past couple days being sick and staying at Gurney under the care of my mom have been like a vacation. I mean, I am on vacation, but back at the apartment I feel cooped up and burried down with boredom and the crazy dog. When I wake up here I feel weightless, so light on my feet and heart that I’m practically flying. I can truly be myself; by myself and utterly comfortable with it that way.