Will Sleeping 11 Hours A Day This Break Clear My Skin
I have high hopes for what my skin will look like on Sunday to be honest. Anyway, only one really interesting thing on my mind today. I have noticed how different I have reacted to certain situations in my life with regard to this blog. I have become interestingly more self-aware of how a certain situation could be translated into my word vomit and thus mildly entertaining. I'm almost scouring my life for noteworthy situations whether they're awkward or surreal or what have you that would be interesting to write about. I didn't think I'd ever get to this point but after more than a month of writing these little things I am now subconsciously trying to find content for it at all times of my life. I am either dedicated or have let the fame of 500 views, the majority of which were just me just scrolling through the post, get to my head.
So today I was at the grocery store with my mother doing some Thanksgiving shopping, pretty standard. The parking lot at Fresh World was a little too extra for me and driving. I had to keep Rage Rider under control since my mother is a not a fan of Rage Rider and again, completely separate post about her coming soon maybe. Anyway, while we're inside shopping my mom is picking out limes and I push the cart up so she can put them in and she asks if I want some. Every time my mom gets limes now she always offers to get me some. If she's coming down to visit she'll ask if I want some limes. There's nothing particularly special about limes to me to be honest but the reason my mom thinks I love limes so much is because one time I bought 10 limes for a party that had tequila, also very standard stuff. I left the receipt in my car, giving very little thought to it, and later when my parents came down to visit my mom found the receipt. Lo and behold to her maternal instincts I had just bought 10 limes at a not very good price and she immediately had to course correct her son. She told me that limes were pretty expensive down here and that I should buy them from home or next time she'll bring me some instead of me buying so many for such a shitty price. The 10 limes in one trip probably really through her off like what did she think I was doing with 10 limes? Since she doesn't think I drink still her immediate thoughts must've been like infusing my tea with lime or something. Anyway, she didn't push it any further in that instance but now she is always offering to bring or buy me limes. The last time she came down to visit she told me she put two limes in the fruit drawer and I definitely did not ask for any limes that time. What little thought I gave to one receipt that Friday night at 9:30 pm suddenly shaped the future of my interactions with my mother for eternity. Now I have to throw out the receipts I leave in my car just in case there's like an ABC receipt from a friend or like there's some wine I bought or just something generally incriminating that I really am not in the mood for my mother to be finding while she goes through my car. I think I still have those two limes in my fridge at school actually. I really don't have any special fondness to them but what an odd perception my mom has of me now.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!!! If I don't make it to writing something tomorrow night I'm covering my bases now but you know maybe there will be some entirely ridiculous situation at dinner tomorrow and the overeager blogger inside of me will have my sprinting from my cousin's house across the street back to my room so I can immediately write about it in the most dramatic fashion. Just maybe, you know? So as always, stay tuned for the drama of it all.