so, i have 12/60 outstanding holds. i received three items today, and the rest is in transit. the decision will be made between midnight tonight and the 19th so, fingers crossed….and i’ma probably have to enlist the help of a cab, or clear out space in my locker to house a shit-tonne of books that i can ration to carry home in loads that won’t break my arms. i’m not even going to lie about how great it was to stay home all day yesterday, making muffins and reading books. i didn’t really want to go to work because this book made me laugh out loud (literally) many, many times in my bed. here’s my favorite:
“In fact, much to the confusion of my parents, I was like a roving, one-teen anti-drug crusader around my own home. Whereas other kids were busy rifling through their parents’ stashes and gleefully diminishing their supply, I was deliberately and dramatically flushing it down the toilet and reprimanding my parents for their youthful disregard for drug laws. And drugs were expensive then, too. My parents did a really good job of hiding it all; they sensed that I was after it, but for all the wrong reasons. Nothing could compare to the youthful vigor I applied to rummaging around in their private stuff to find incriminating evidence against them. With the methodical thoroughness of a CSI and the maniacal determination of an SS, I ransacked whole rooms for evidence of their drug use-like a junkie looking for smack, except that if I had actually found smack, I probably would have called the police on them and initiated the process of emancipating myself, just to be a bitch about it.
By contrast, if they even dared to move my jacket from the banister into the closet, I considered it a personal violation punishable by a twenty-four-hour tirade of teen angst, concluding with a hunger strike and something nice and passive-aggressive like leaving the freezer door open overnight so that everything in it would melt.” (109)
in the end, i’m glad i went to work today