Nothing Particularly Interesting Happened Today..

Just watched more Downton, then Christine got all her clothes and we had her try them all on (one handed cause she broke the other one). It was a rather girly day, all in all.

I found out that I can still fit into the same clothes; that I haven't grown at all. Sigh. I've been exactly the same since sixth grade. Today, I wore pants that Christine Bernat and I bought when we were in elementary school (we both both the same style of HUGE legged pants. I look like such a hippie, and I'm so out of style, but I don't really care because it's Sunday and my teachers wont be judging me. Plus, Aniene had once told me that they "enunciated the upper portion of my lower back", so I have to wear them and laugh at her complimenting my butt).

Also, I finished Dubliners. Now, I need to sit and think. I kind of hate books that you have to think about. I just want to know if James Joyce meant for me to have any hope for humanity or not ("The Dead", as I read in literary criticism after the story, can be read either way, depending on if you look at the story individually, or in the context of the whole set of short stories.) Thanks a lot, Joyce. Now I have to stay up, cause I wont be able to fall asleep not knowing where I stand on his story.
Life is so hard.


(That was sarcasm.)

Also, I've just dug through the trash can in the kitchen. DOES NO ONE ELSE CARE ABOUT OUR PLANET? AM I REALLY THE ONLY ONE WHO RECYCLES AROUND HERE? ALSO, WHO THREW AWAY PERFECTLY GOOD COOKIES? Life Is such a mystery. Indeed Joyce, it is.