...Monday...

so today was Monday. here's what it brought me:

*wake up.
*realize i missed a call saying where and when i was supposed to show up to be in a commercial (could have been my big break)
*have mom mad at me because i still don't have a better job
*go to schmitt to find said job only to find that the manager has her doctorate in evil/rudeness
*cross schmitt off my list
*go to plato's closet where they supposedly buy clothes. they forgot to mention that the only clothes they buy have huge logos that are completely unethical, and completely not my style.
*walk away with $3.25
*go to another plato's closet
*walk away with $0.00
*go to gander mountain to buy a fishing license
*get shunned by an old man for not having my social security number memorized like a responsible American
*fishing license denied
*go for a walk, getting my favorite romanish sandals muddy. (not exactly the experience i was hoping for)
*go home and make cookies

that was my monday. i can't wait to go camping. (granted, there could be worse mondays, but i was really hoping for a better one. and there were good parts to it. i got to eat chicken with jamie. and he gave me a neck massage.)

bruises and waltzes

it was christmas, and James was very thoughtful. he had bought me the most wonderful present i've ever recieved. dancing lessons! but not just for me. nope. jamie went the extra mile, and signed himself up for learning how to dance right along with me. it's been loads of fun. we've dominated the swing dancing techniques, learned the cha cha, and about 2 weeks ago, we learned how to waltz. i've loved learning how to dance with him. ....but mom says that i need to be a good girlfriend and go mountain biking with him. it's something he's always wanted me to do with him. and if he goes dancing with me, i should go biking with him. right? i agreed. we went biking. just me, jamie, matthew, and a little thing most people refer to as a near death experience. little to my knowledge, when jamie said: "mountain biking", he actually meant: "fly down a cliff and try to survive plowing through gigantic logs and small woodland creatures, and then flip over your handlebars into a marsh wilst trying to make a ridiculously sharp right turn." huh. not that it wasn't extremely fun, but getting huge bruises, attacked by bugs and producing enough sweat to make a lake, maybe i'll pass on the next biking adventure. i'll let 'mountain biking' be a bonding experience between jamie, nature, and other invincible boys who actually own helmets.
we'll have to find some other quality time activity that doesn't involve falling. he likes coffee. and books. and camping. that seemes safe. maybe we should just stick with that.