GPOYW: if it looks like I’m tired, it’s because I am. I went to work at 10AM today, and I got off work at 9:05PM this evening. Plus, my best friend told me today that he got married on Monday. He didn’t tell anyone (even his family) about it until afterwards so I shouldn’t be upset, right? But I am. There are so many emotions, in fact, that I feel about it, but I’m so effin’ tired that I can’t really express any of them. Plus, I’m elated that I got an interview for the JET Program, so I’m just full of conflicting feelings. Probably the best thing for me to do is go to bed. It’s been a weird day.
GPOYW with new haircut in weird lighting/focus/i don’t know what my camera was doing.
GPOYW: Look-what-came-in-the-mail edition
When I was a kid—like, 12 years old—I would, for obvious reasons, collect the Victoria’s Secret catalogs that came to our house (this was before the internet came into my life, mind you). If I got the mail and one was in there, I would take it before anyone else knew it came. If not, I would sometimes grab it out of the trash after my mom or sister threw it out. I had a collection of about 20 of them and I kept them in a duffel bag in my closet.
One day, I came home from school and they were gone. I assumed my mom had found them because no one else would have gone into my closet for any reason, and I was dreading the impending conversation, but when I saw her, she said absolutely nothing about it. I remember thinking how freaking cool it was of her to not say anything, and I loved her more than ever that day.
Of course, if I had known then that, years later, she would tell the story to all of our friends and family at any and all parties/gatherings, I would have felt differently.
I’m not so embarrassed about the story anymore (probably because it’s been told so many times), but I swear to god, if she tells that story at my wedding…







