7-Eleven Fairy Tales

Yesterday, I got asked out at 7-Eleven where I was buying a Slurpee to take my mind off the damage I was doing to my feet by breaking in incredibly ridiculous (and cute) shoes on the one day when I needed to do a significant amount of walking. I couldn't go out with him, obviously. But it was sort of sad because if you read this blog regularly, you know that I love Slurpees. When my sister graduated from college two weeks ago, I made her get a buff and blue Slurpee in honor of her school colors. That's how much I love Slurpees. (I would note that they were sort of gross tasting, as you might guess a banana and raspberry Slurpee would be, but that's sort of beside the point.)

So, it totally could have been one of those "we saw each other at the Slurpee machine and we lived happily ever after" sort of moments. Too bad.

Deep Thoughts: The Broken-Heel Edition

So, I have been delinquent on the blogging front lately, which is what happens when you have crazy finals followed by a crazy intense trip to the East Coast. Currently, I am back in L.A. but exhausted from the accumulated sleep debt of finals and the trip, with jetlag to boot. Before I sleep in my own bed for the first time in two weeks, a few random thoughts to satisfy my loyal readers until I can supply you with something more substantive.

• That picture above is of my very sad, very broken heel. There's nothing to say about it, but I am mourning. I've never broken a heel before. It's a milestone of sorts. The sort of milestone that is followed by shoe-shopping, which, come to think of it, is not so rare.

• I am now the proud co-owner of two items whose second owners live on the East Coast, which means joint trans-Atlantic custody. The first is a Build-a-Bear teddy dressed in a superhero outfit named Em Dash (fighting grammar mistakes everywhere). The second is a singing fish (that story is far, far too long to recount here). What this says about me I'm not sure.

• Things I miss about the East Coast: used-book stores. Which means when I find one in D.C. that is having a crazy awesome sale in which you can fill up a box of books for a flat fee, I may just buy every journalism-related book there and then some. And then have to double the price to pay for them to be shipped to L.A. Also, I think I need to buy another bookcase.

I'm pretty sure I have much more to report, but I am falling asleep at my computer, so I think I am going to leave that for another day. Suffice it to say, that my East Coast trip was a rousing success, as all East Coast trips are. I got to see a lot of good friends but also missed some people who I desperately wanted to see and didn't get to spend enough time with anyone. And, well, back on this more temperate coast, I miss the better coast. But I'm pretty sure that no matter how long I live here, that won't go away.

Flip-Flops, Friends, and 1 a.m. Grocery Shopping

So, I have the best friends in the world. This is a flip-flop hanger. It may have been designed with me in mind. A friend sent it to me recently. Those are some of my favorite flip-flops now on display in my bedroom. Yeah, that's pretty much all I've got to say for now. I wanted to find a witty shoe or flip-flop quote, but it's 2:30 in the morning, and I lost my car in a parking lot tonight and then went to the grocery store only to find out that the previously 24-hour supermarket is not 24 hours anymore. And grocery shopping at 6 a.m. is supremely less satisfying than grocery shopping at 1 a.m. Or so I'm guessing. I've never grocery shopped at 6 a.m. except maybe after an all-nighter, which doesn't really count.

Welcome to My Life

Yeah, I slept from midnight to 3 a.m. on Thursday night, then got up and wrote a paper in time for my 10 a.m. class. This may indicate that I can now only work under extreme, extreme pressure, which worries me a bit.

Also, my sister bought me this. It is totally amazing. I am weighing the possible repercussions of actually using it and figure my relationship with my roommates can't devolve further, so I might as well protect my ice cream.