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Feb. 8th, 2004 12:25 amIt breaks my heart to see him so unhappy, and I'm listening to sad songs on repeat.
Feb. 8th, 2004
diet coke with lime
Feb. 8th, 2004 04:58 pmI went to the mall and returned the video game. I realized how silly it was to think buying something would make me happy. There are lots of things I should take care of before I run off and spend money on games or movies. Like getting the oil changed in my car, or buying more dish detergent.
How could I have forgotten Mr Smiley's rant about wants versus needs? Video games and dvds are wants, sock and dish soap are needs. Mr Smiley was the economics teacher in the high school I graduated from in 1997. He tried to teach a room full of bored rich kids about budgets and the economics of a nation state. The only person listening was the poorest person in the room. Despite his name, I rarely saw the man smile. We got along when he realized I payed attention and was the only person to ace the tests. Just before graduation he gave me a couple of genuine Soviet propaganda posters, gifts from Soviet foreign exchange students years ago.
I almost turned around and drove home in panic when I saw how crowded the grocery store was on a Sunday afternoon. But I circled the lot until I found a spot to park. Watched a large group of firefighters buy groceries. Did not scream at the woman who cut in front of me at the self checkout line. Bought myself a diet coke with lime. Austin is frequently a test market for stuff that you never know if you'll be able to find something in six months.
Since I slept badly and the house is a mess, I don't think I will be going out again tonight.
Leaving the grocery store, I popped two quarters in the vending machine and got a bright yellow sticker with a smiling bunny on it. It reads: "I hate everything." Well. Fancy that.
How could I have forgotten Mr Smiley's rant about wants versus needs? Video games and dvds are wants, sock and dish soap are needs. Mr Smiley was the economics teacher in the high school I graduated from in 1997. He tried to teach a room full of bored rich kids about budgets and the economics of a nation state. The only person listening was the poorest person in the room. Despite his name, I rarely saw the man smile. We got along when he realized I payed attention and was the only person to ace the tests. Just before graduation he gave me a couple of genuine Soviet propaganda posters, gifts from Soviet foreign exchange students years ago.
I almost turned around and drove home in panic when I saw how crowded the grocery store was on a Sunday afternoon. But I circled the lot until I found a spot to park. Watched a large group of firefighters buy groceries. Did not scream at the woman who cut in front of me at the self checkout line. Bought myself a diet coke with lime. Austin is frequently a test market for stuff that you never know if you'll be able to find something in six months.
Since I slept badly and the house is a mess, I don't think I will be going out again tonight.
Leaving the grocery store, I popped two quarters in the vending machine and got a bright yellow sticker with a smiling bunny on it. It reads: "I hate everything." Well. Fancy that.