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5 things: making me happy right now

I feel the need for a little lightness. Here are five things that are making me happy right now…

5 things: that are making me happy right now
My Lotta clogs, because this color is just perfect. Turtle necks, because it means it’s not a 100° outside and they make me feel like a French girl. Almond milk lattes, because Starbucks finally made my non-dairy dreams come true and I don’t care if they’re not Whole30 approved. My Kanken mini, because it’s orange and Swedish and the perfect blend of modern and retro. RMS diabolique, because it’s the perfect blush and if I go overboard, I look like a Flapper.

Greens and Green

I tend to avoid going to my local Wal-Mart at all cost, but when I told my parents that I was going to go out and pick up some groceries, they decided that they had to do groceries too, and wouldn’t it be grand to go together? Fearing a stress-inducing trip, I was amazed to find that I managed to get them in and out in record time : 1.5 hours. That is quite a feat for a Wal-Mart trip with my mom, who loves to go down every aisle, and my dad, who loves to look at bargains.

The whole trip was relatively painless, aside from a few encounters with the elderly mad (ie. loud old Cubans).

And I found a nifty organic cotton tote from Seed Supply Co.! I love totes and this one is ultra roomy and kind of reminds me of that sack that Ariel floats around with in the beginning of The Little Mermaid. Plus, it’s organic cotton. For $5. Who knew Wal-Mart was becoming so green? I will be going back for some of their colorful tees.

a mid-week week in review

So Monday was all sorts of hell. Lots of things went awry.

Tuesday signaled the beginning of an awful lot of unusual happenings on campus, or maybe not unusual… but unexpected?

First, there were the half-naked firemen. Yes. Half-naked firemen. ‘Nuff said.

Then, there was the return of Scary God Man (as I like to call him). A super-ultra-conservative preacher who turns up around finals week each semester to make with the smiting (he threw a Bible at a student once). He has a sign. Actually, he is a sign. He wears an outfit covered with random lines about why God hates everyone but him.

The irony, while scary God man was raining down the fire and brimstone, the hot firemen were taking pictures with giddy girls.

With Wednesday came the on-campus Green Market and Scary God Man part deux. Green Market 1, Scary God Man 0. The allure of exotic veggies, smoothies, and free green bags drew all the crowds away from SGM.

Plus, there were coconuts. There was a guy climbing the palm trees by the library and tossing down coconuts. Sadly, no coconut water (or yum yum coconut meat) for me; the lingering sense of confusion and annoyance caused by Monday‘s happenings made me forget that the market was going to be held, so I had no cash on hand.

But today was happy mail day! Making up for all prior mishaps.

I arrived home from work to find two packages waiting for me:

1. The beautiful cameo locket that I ordered from the Spellbound Wings Etsy shop

I realized it was big when I saw the measurements on the site, but I never imagined it would be so big. It completely exceeded my expectations and I could not be more pleased 🙂

2. I also received my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard. With all the thesis madness, I forgot that I had pre-ordered this, so it was a nice surprise. Probably the last Harry Potter related book I will ever buy 😦

Amazon’s packaging was great, I especially love the instructions.

to tick no more

I have a Powerpuff Girls alarm clock that I have owned since I was in sixth grade. I bought it when the Warner Bros. Studio Store was an actual mall store, not just a web store. It’s cute, it’s tiny, it makes a hell of sound when it goes off… but not anymore. The timepiece works just fine, but the alarm has gone out. It made a feeble attempt a few weeks ago, but now it makes one beep and gives up. This sad little clock has to be put to rest. So… now I need a new alarm clock, but I can’t find anything that I like. Everything is digital. I hate digital clocks. Maybe I’m old-fashioned, but digital clocks are not my style. Where can I find a proper clock?!?! Not a desk clock, those are lovely, but they have no alarms. A real, analog alarm clock. And not a plain little black boxy thing either. This is like a quest for some near-mythical object; it is not to be found.