Monday, June 6, 2011

Why I Don't Care if You Think I'm a Teen Mom High-School Dropout

(This entry would make more sense if I explained that it was written last Wednesday, a day that I had to myself thanks to not having a 5th period exam. I just procrastinated with transferring here, from the back of folded up study guides.

I am trying my hardest to embrace and utilize today, since I am spending it with myself and whatnot. 
This morning, after taking Ryann to school, I went to Super Target. I zipped into a front space, Turned off the car (despite the fact that I was into this particular segment on NPR Morning Edition), shrugged at the fact that the parking lot was virtually empty, and skipped into the store to buy my sister's talent show costumes. Pausing only momentarily to jump over one of the red concrete balls in the front of the store, because it's 9 in the morning and I'm virtually always that annoying peppy at 9 in the morning.

Beginning to clue in to the slight oddity of my situation, I felt that I really needed to justify myself and casually explain my motives to the only other person in the kids section; a hefty woman in a red employee polo and a floor length khaki skirt, mundanely refolding hot pink Disney Channel teeshirts.