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zana16Am back from Arkansas. Drive entirely too long. Have obscene amounts of books on tape to listen to and the rest of the attic to sort through before I leave for school in a week.
Took a shower finally after several days of camping. Heaven! I was at my grandparents' so I figured I'd just grab whatever shampoo was there. Fortunately I looked at the label just before pouring it all over my head--it read "reduces itching". Yes, 'twas the dogs' shampoo. Found some dime-store stuff in the closet, and a thing of conditioner. Conditioner turned out to be bright purple. Turned out to be "keep your white hair shiny and brilliant! avoid yellowing!", so who knows what my hair will look like when it dries. Sometimes living with old people is fun.
Parents went to get a new dog this morning. I think they are nuts, but hey, they're parents. Being nuts is practically a prerequisite.
Went to Target yesterday and managed to talk myself out of shoplifting $25 dollars worth of jewelry. It was shiny. Were I a shoplifter, I would subscribe to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blackholly's character Kaye's Rules of Shoplifting: no Mom and Pop stores, just big chains that can afford the loss. Succeeded in talking myself out of it because my dad was there, and while I don't much care about anybody else's opinion, he would be disappointed in me. Besides, I can see how shoplifting would become very quickly very addictive for me, and I have enough addictions. So I don't want to left myself start another. *sigh* The woes of being me. I can't let myself drink more than one drink a night, I can't let myself have more than a puff of anybody's cigarette, I finished my drug experimentation at age 16 when I realized that I was going out at night more for the drugs than for the friends, I won't let myself gamble because I know I won't stop.... the list goes on and on. Most people can handle these things in moderation. But I know myself. I am an all-or-nothing sort of person. I only allow myself my two addictions, and one of them [binging] is slowly killing me anyways, so. That will interfere with my plan to live forever.
Not much other news. Have 8 tapes of the Mists of Avalon left and am getting impatient with the characters. Which is actually a compliment to the writer, because I'm getting impatient with how true-to-life their reactions to things are; I want them to stop being themselves and start making the tragedy not so tragical. But they can't do otherwise, I suppose.
Took a shower finally after several days of camping. Heaven! I was at my grandparents' so I figured I'd just grab whatever shampoo was there. Fortunately I looked at the label just before pouring it all over my head--it read "reduces itching". Yes, 'twas the dogs' shampoo. Found some dime-store stuff in the closet, and a thing of conditioner. Conditioner turned out to be bright purple. Turned out to be "keep your white hair shiny and brilliant! avoid yellowing!", so who knows what my hair will look like when it dries. Sometimes living with old people is fun.
Parents went to get a new dog this morning. I think they are nuts, but hey, they're parents. Being nuts is practically a prerequisite.
Went to Target yesterday and managed to talk myself out of shoplifting $25 dollars worth of jewelry. It was shiny. Were I a shoplifter, I would subscribe to
blackholly's character Kaye's Rules of Shoplifting: no Mom and Pop stores, just big chains that can afford the loss. Succeeded in talking myself out of it because my dad was there, and while I don't much care about anybody else's opinion, he would be disappointed in me. Besides, I can see how shoplifting would become very quickly very addictive for me, and I have enough addictions. So I don't want to left myself start another. *sigh* The woes of being me. I can't let myself drink more than one drink a night, I can't let myself have more than a puff of anybody's cigarette, I finished my drug experimentation at age 16 when I realized that I was going out at night more for the drugs than for the friends, I won't let myself gamble because I know I won't stop.... the list goes on and on. Most people can handle these things in moderation. But I know myself. I am an all-or-nothing sort of person. I only allow myself my two addictions, and one of them [binging] is slowly killing me anyways, so. That will interfere with my plan to live forever.Not much other news. Have 8 tapes of the Mists of Avalon left and am getting impatient with the characters. Which is actually a compliment to the writer, because I'm getting impatient with how true-to-life their reactions to things are; I want them to stop being themselves and start making the tragedy not so tragical. But they can't do otherwise, I suppose.