only a little

Somewhere along the line, my shoe collection became a little excessive.

I'm not sure when it started, but I'd have to guess that it was at birth.

You see, I was born with a very rare disease called an obsession. I come by it naturally. My mother and my aunts (when together) are total footwear-fiends. Two weeks ago, all four of them bought the exact same pair of designer sandals for a quarter of the original price. How can you pass up a deal like that?

And how can I pass up a pair of unworn Spring espadrilles for ten dollars at Value Village? I'd be disowned if I didn't buy them! I rock at finding ten dollar deals and Wal-Mart specials.

The count:

11 pairs of flip flops
5 pairs of ballet flats
6 pairs of sneakers
4 pairs of high heels
3 pairs of espadrilles
2 pairs of boots
2 pairs of costume shoes
1 pair of clogs

The worst thing about this is not that I have so many pairs, but that I'm running out of room to put new ones! What was once limited to the confines of my closet is slowly creeping out towards my bedroom floor.
I've been keeping boxes lately, but even those are starting to stack higher and higher.

Obviously my family needs to move so that I can have a shoe room.

Edit September 11: New total! I bought a pair of steel-toed boots for work just a couple of days after I wrote this. 34 and couting!

something bittersweet

On my provincial exam results page:

"YOU ARE A SCHOLARSHIP WINNER. YOU SHOULD RECEIVE AN AWARD PACKAGE IN LATE AUGUST"

I LOVE those words!

In other news, I've decided that I care too much about other people's problems. When it starts messing up things in my life, it might be too much.

he goes to my church, apparently

I love my aunt.

Really, I do!

She's very sweet.

Unfortunately, she still thinks that I'm eight.

Not eighteen.

I'm sure she means well.

I do things in style

We've all heard of bad days. We've all had them.

I didn't have one today.

In fact, it was kind of good. I had a really cute outfit on, I reached the final stage of my Pokemon game, I had a fabulous dinner... it was all just fine.

But oh my gosh. This evening. Apparently I attract horrible horrible things when the sun goes down.

I was downstairs an hour ago getting food. It's super dark down there during the night because there aren't any windows, but generally I consider myself pretty good at traversing the span between the stairs and the laundry room in the dark. Except that our house is being worked on right now, so there are all sorts of doors and door frames leaning against walls waiting to be installed.

I ran into one. My toe is still bleeding and my pedicure is ruined.

As if this weren't enough, I knocked over my glass of milk that was sitting on my desk. While my toe was still bleeding. My cell phone, Nintendo DS and favourite notepad all happened to be in the way.

My mother came to help me clean it all up, but I'm afraid that the area rug in my room is dead. It's had so many things spilled on it that I forget which stains are from what. I need a new one.

I really wanted that glass of milk, too.

I just found a huge puddle of milk behind my monitor that we missed.

Crap.

Edit: I added a picture of a flower because it makes me happier than I was last night. That is all.

who studies grammar in their free time??

Fun story:

Approximately two hours ago I completed my English provincial. I feel better than Sara apparantly does about it, but I don't think I did fabulously either.

The hardest part for me was the original composition. I knew that I wanted to write a narrative, considering that most people stick with your standard five paragraph essay.

"Those we admire shape our lives." Or something along those lines. Who remembers, anyway?

When I was brainstorming, I came up with what I thought was a fabulous idea. I've been listening to this grammar podcast for the past few days, and have been learning a lot. Knowing this, it seems obvious that my composition would be related to grammar in some way. I wrote a first person narrative from the point of view of an English teacher with almost a fetish for grammar. The story itself was pretty good. Not my best, but probably good enough.

I discovered the problem probably three sentences after I had begun.

In order to write from the point of view of a grammar fanatic, I had to have impeccable grammar myself.

This isn't such a big deal, I have pretty good grammar, but I was so paranoid that I would let something slip and the characterization would be negated. I can't use improper grammar to write from a character who loves it! It was because of this that I took over an hour to write an essay they gave me 35 minutes for.

Just to say, this podcast I've been listening to? Pretty rad. Go here and click on Grammar Girl!