It was fantastic. I woke up at 11:30 all on my own. It doesn't matter how pleasant an alarm might be (mine is Bowl of Oranges by Bright Eyes) in theory, I still resent when it goes off to wake me up when to be honest I really don't want to get up. And you can't really get much pleasanter than Bowl of Oranges.
So anyways. I woke up at 11:30 with lots of good, sunshiney filled intentions. I was set on wandering to the park up the street and hopefully coming home a little less pale and a little blonder than I was when I arrived. However, I was sidetracked when I realized how desperately my house needed cleaning.
I proceeded to don my most comfortable cleaning clothes, open every window in the house and set to work. With the Gossip Girl season 1 soundtrack in the background, I worked from noon until four and am quite happy with the results. I did a little redecorating in the process. No more half burned candles or dead rose bouquets in this living room!
I'm still not sure how I feel about this thing filled with what is basically dried grass, but there is no help for it despite my feelings.
Wouldn't it just be lovely to be a figure skater? I am currently watching pairs figure skating, and they are just so graceful. Sadly, I don't have that much coordination walking ice-free surfaces so I guess I'm just out of luck. Add in the jumping, spinning and the fact that wearing ice skates is physically painful for me; basically I'm doomed.
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