I’m on a Kafka kick. I decided that after reading ‘The Metamorphosis’ that I wanted more. So I bought a big collection of Kafka’s short stories and a few of his longer writings. So far I’ve read the (very lengthy) foreward by John Updike (great name), two parables, and now I’m reading “Description of a Struggle”.
I bought the book while out at the shopping mall where I met Devin. He’s a nice Air Force cadet that I met back in February. Turns out we live relatively close to each other, so we decided to meet up. I think he liked his Get Well presents: a set of five CDs I burned for him. I had a great time talking to him. He happened to read my blog last night about Kafka – I was very pleased to hear that, little did I know it, I got the symbolism of ‘The Metamorphosis’ dead on. Woohoo for me!
He ate lunch, but I couldn’t stand the idea of eating (not feeling too well, again). I got a cherry icee, which of course, stained my teeth red and made me look quite silly. Mom said it looked like I ate plaque-candy. Oh well, it happens. After all that, he insisted on buying me a gift. He was very sweet about it – said that he noticed on my blog that I’ve been quite stressed lately, so he took me to Bath & Body Works to get something to help me relax. I picked out some lovely eucalyptus spearmint lotion that smells fabulous. 🙂
We wandered around Books-A-Million for a while, I bought Kafka (hooray!), and then sadly, we had to go. It was a nice break from other cares, a good chance to just stop, think, and have a nice conversation with a pleasant friend. Shortly after I got home, Mom and I ran back out again to buy a scanner. I noticed the other day that my baby photo albums are falling apart, so I’m going to scan my pictures, clean them up, print them back out, and create a lovely new photo album. I’m looking forward to it, actually. Especially if it turns out I’ve caught some kind of cold or something. Now I’m just hoping I didn’t catch SARS from those darn Canadians. 😉 Hehe, just kidding. Anyway, I’ll need something to keep me occupied while I mindlessly watch movie after movie after movie over the next two days. I need to get better quick and movie-therapy usually seems to help.
Two days, I’ve got two days. Why? Because Paul’s coming on the third day. I don’t want to be all gross and disgusting when he gets here, coughing my head off. That’s just sick and wrong, I tell you, sick and wrong.
I think, perhaps, I’m just a wee bit loopy at the moment. It’s been an odd day. Good news, bad news, news halfway in between.
Oh. And then there was this evening. After we got back from getting the scanner, Mom told me 15 minutes later that we had to go again; I had gotten drafted to help my friend Lis find a prom dress. I’m happy to say I escaped prom, albeit narrowly. But I still think this should be special for Lis and she should look like a princess. We spent two hours at an outlet mall and found *nothing*. Not a single thing. She was getting quite frustrated, since she’s been looking every day for the past week. We finally decided to go to a fabric store to look at patterns in an attempt to convince Lis that we could make exactly what she wanted and not have to bother with all the unpleasantries that come from shopping (i.e. very sore feet).
She didn’t like the patterns. Not at all. We went back to my house to look at some fabric my Mom had in the basement (she collects it; she just does it, don’t ask), and I started drawing what I thought Lis wanted. I ended up designing her prom dress. She likes it, it’ll be a soft baby blue satin with black accents. Quite feminine and stylish. Now it’s up to my Mom and her Mom to make it.
And after all this, I still have no desire to go to prom. 🙂 Good thing I’m too old now.