7/52: Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Sometimes I wonder if having my eyes and ears closed would make this world a more manageable place.
I didn’t want to do dishes so I went for a walk through the field and trees. And to think I only got caught on the barb wire fence twice.
5:30 AM, 6:00 AM, 6:30 AM, 6:45 AM, 7:00 AM. I set five alarms to get up this morning and I blissfully slept through all of them. Do I regret it? Of course not. When I eventually did get up (7:15) and ran out the door to meet Ashley (7:30), it was still dark out. The inky blue sky faded in a matter of seconds and bam there was the sun. I swear I blinked, and the sky was a different colour.
5/52 Weeks: How has it been five weeks already? I’m exhausted from school and I can barely keep up. My days start around 5:30 AM on Tuesdays and Thursdays and by the time I get home from school around 2:30, I crash. Historically Thursdays have always been my crash day. I rush through Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and all of a sudden 3 hour naps on Thursday afternoons are the only thing that will keep me going to Friday. Talk about imbalances, I like to live on the edge.
Also, I got some new septum jewelry from Etsy, and I am so in love! You can call me 2 Chainz from now on. Kidding, there’s only one.
I’m sure you’re confused with this photo. Don’t worry, I’d also be confused if there was a four pound spaghetti squash was in my purse. Oh wait, that is my purse. I went to the City Market last Saturday and picked up a spaghetti squash. When I paid for it, the lady said, “Have a nice day” and then turned around. She obviously wasn’t going to give me a bag. So I did the next best thing and shoved it in my purse.
Kate Spade, meet spaghetti squash.
I posted this photo onto Facebook and a friend called me a squash gypsy. I currently think it’s the funniest phrase ever, and I’m sure it’ll inspire me to go back to the Farmer’s Market next week sans bag just so I can pretend I’m Aladdin stealing things. Squash gypsy indeed.
So my mom spoils me once in a while and buys me a little bag of chocolate from Bernard Callebaut. There’s just the right amount of chocolate in the bag that eating it all in one sitting is very doable, but we don’t want to do that. I’m trying to savour these little gems and limiting myself to only having one per day, usually in the morning with a cuppa. Time slows down just a little and I get to just breathe for a moment, it’s nice. I have four chocolates left (which is impressive) so I’ll be nibbling on them for the rest of the week. Once I finish those…well I guess I can start on those chocolates my brother brought home from Belgium two days ago. :)