I didn't post anything yesterday. You may have noticed that already, but I just had to get it out there in the open. I didn't post anything yesterday, because really, I didn't have a whole lot to say. And, my "internet" was down. So even if I wanted to try to come up with something, to force out an ill-conceived rambling, I couldn't. And I feel better for it. There have been a few times when I've felt like I've posted just for the sake of posting, and have come up with some okay stuff, but I still feel kind of lame about it. Oh well, I guess that's how it goes.
So the past few days have just been kinda blah for me. I was thinking of going out on Tuesday for Mardi Gras, but ended up just getting really drunk at home, and never really doing anything once I left. I did go to Pita Pit, and ate about a quarter of my pita before deciding I needed to go home, stuffing what remained into my coat pocket to be discovered the next morning. That was a nice little surprise.
Yesterday was mostly spent sleeping. I wasn't really hungover, I usually don't feel any ill affects from drinking. I had a slight, slight headache and just felt worn down all day. It may have had something to do with me falling into my closet and knocking one of the doors off of the tracks the night before, but I'm not sure on that one yet. I would say the highlight of my Wednesday was going to Taco Night at Carlos O'Kellys after the Hawkeye trouncing of Purdue. Dollar tacos and a near-20 point win, what could be better?
My mom called me the other night and chatted for a while. During the conversation, she asked me what I was giving up for Lent. This took me aback for a couple of reasons. For one, I hadn't thought about it at all, mostly due to reason number two, we're not Catholic, or even religious at all. A couple of years ago, when I worked at the C Store in Friley Hall, Ames, I had to ask someone why a lot of people were coming in with smudges on their foreheads, and then needed a refresher on what exactly Ash Wednesday was... Does that make me a bad person? Or just a sheltered person? Either way, I always think of that day when I see people after they've been "ashed." It took me about half a second to say "nothing" in response to my mom's question. But then she said, quite humorously I may add, that she's giving up guilt for Lent. This seemed like the perfect, ironic sacrifice, so that is what I'll do. I will do anything I want for the next month or however long it is, and not feel guilty about it at all. I will eat meat every day of the week! I will have as much chocolate or candy or anything as I desire! Hoorah!
Maybe for Lent I should give up my inhibitions. I should actually go talk to the girl sitting diagonally across from me, the one who's super cute.
maybe next year