A Sunday.

Sitting in my room. I've been shopping all day in the cold, icy weather. It snowed about three inches last night and then it all thawed (again). Tonight it's all freezing over again.
I started at Urban, where I purchased a $50 pair of (skinny) jeans for only $30 with my blessed employee discount. They're corduroy. Yum. But I find everything there is a little dull and extremely overpriced.

I went to Cactus Flower but didn't find anything. Went to Borders and bought two books for the grandparents. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera for Grandma and On The Road by Jack Kerouac for Grandpa. I got dad a nice pair of fleece sweatpants as a quick fix for his apparent habit of walking around the house naked in the middle of the night when members of the family are still awake. I bought Spencer a nice blue striped sweater which I am currently wearing, tags still on, because it is so comfortable. My feet are sore, and after a day at the mall, I can say I hate it.

I'm listening to Grateful Dead. I have so much music on my computer that I never listen to. I have more technology than I know what to do with.

Burning sandalwood, which apparently has skyrocketed in price due to its rarity. It smells so damn good. Somehow fresh.

The tree is unlit and under it there is one less present as the dog tore one up today in our absence. She's been attention starved and frustrated all weekend with Stacy and Steven gone.

The Alternative is going out of print. It is going to be online, though. I was thinking today about the people you meet that help you along the way. I used to think Steven Higgs was a jerk, but then I got to know him and he helped me get an internship. He's someone I'll keep close to my heart always.

In academic news, I got 4 A's this semester. My fifth grade has yet to be reported, but I expect a B. I can't believe I did so well. High five.

My feet hurt.

We're going to see I Am Legend in about an hour. Out in the blustery night once more.