My great lament of the day is that I did not have the 14+ dollars to buy this:
However, this forced me to browse through the “Barnes and Noble Classics” (aka the pseudo intellectual reading that is gloriously cheap and tends to bulk up the credibility of one’s bookshelf) and instead bought this gem.
The beauty of the 7$ two-fer is not lost on me. Which explains why I spent my last quarters on it, perhaps.
In other news, I discovered today that invading the border of the literary section of quarterlies, journals, and other such magazines are none other than the ever puzzling Pokemon publications and the like. I got a decent chuckle out of this. I should probably stop taking so many pictures on my cell phone at Barnes and Noble.
Now as I was sitting in the coveted and comfy armchairs, finishing up one of the guilty pleasure reads that I am too stingy to buy, I had all of these complex thoughts that I was going to come home and blog about. (Nerd alert!) Yet in typical fashion, I have forgotten all of them, and now my head is occupied with the realization that in one point in my young life I cringed every time I saw an uncapitalized i. Yet now internet speak has taken over my life, and I cannot seem to muster up the energy to hit that shift button. New resolution: capitalize the i.
Perhaps this would be an appropriate time to mention my other resolution: as part of a larger goal to be more environmentally friendly, and a smaller goal to win a bet with Brittany about how can last longer without meat, I am a vegetarian. So far, it’s been 36 hours, and I’m going pretty strong.
Other noteworthy of the day: I attempted to order a Tall latte from Peet’s earlier this morning in a blunder that revealed my addiction to the man. (Starbucks, yeah, it’s the man.) I was so distraught over this that I tried to give the poor new guy my actual name, the horror that it is to any spelling challenged barista. This is trivial, but so is the rest of my life.
Last thing, I swear: The spellcheck on my blog refuses to recognize the word blog. Bless it.
How the hell did we end up so much alike? Not only do we share the Barnes and Noble habit, but we have the same thought while there. Classics? Seriously cheap, seriously hard to resist. Guilty pleasures? Why buy them when you can mooch? And having incredibly philisophic/witty/poignant blog thoughts only to be forgotten when actually in front of the computer? All the time…Plus the vegetarianism thing, I distinctly remember something of the sort between Fe and Kelsey, and then there was the whole Lent vegetarianism thing that I did, and technically that is like a bet against Jesus or something, isn’t it? Be careful because if you are turning into me and I am turning into mom, does it follow that you might eventually make the leap, as well? You did order a Tall at Peet’s…