Lots of Little Things

If the contents of my mind were suddenly, magically to be arranged in a neatly numbered list, this is what it would look like at the moment (I'm pretty sure, though, that my mind has never looked like a neatly numbered list, but rather, has always looked like this):

1. The other day I bought a pair of navy linen shorts at Target. They looked a little matronly, but, more importantly, SUPER comfortable, and they were ridiculously marked down, so I had to buy them. Preston has no comment. ANYWAYS. I figured I would make them look hip and modern and young by pairing them with a funky t-shirt, like my new Inspi(red) Gap shirt (which I bought because it makes me feel cool and socially aware. Let's be honest). This morning, however, I swallowed a spoonful of BAD IDEAS and paired them with a white cotton collared t-shirt and a brown belt. And then I tucked in the shirt...and these are NOT super low-riders. I put on some stud earrings, carried a boring-ish purse, and headed out, evidently without looking in the mirror. I might as well have been my mother.

2. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to have all of my health forms turned into Bryn Mawr on time. So, naturally, this makes me scared that my professors will hate me. Or that they'll take away my fellowship. And I don't think this will happen, but still. The REASON that I don't think I'll have my health forms turned in on time is because I haven't yet received my old immunization records from the pediatrician's office. Yes, the pediatrician's office. I am officially four years old. And have not been for a real, old-fashioned, non specialized check up (a non gynecological one) since 2003. I am a terrible, irresponsible person. While we're at it, I'm pretty sure the last time I went to the dentist was in 2005. OH and I don't always floss. And when I say "don't always" I mean "hardly ever." I HAVE floss; it sits on our sink. Like decoration. But I would bet BOTH my kidneys that Preston's never used it since I got it in January, and I'm pretty sure that I'm averaging a once a week floss. My dentist would probably gladly burn me at the stake. Tomorrow.

3. Last year Preston got hit in the baseball with a face and got half of his front tooth knocked out. Due to the shock of the blow, after the bottom half of his tooth broke off (which has since been filled in), the top half jammed into his bottom lip and left a scar. And whenever we kiss I can feel the scar. And I love him to pieces, and I know it will never go away, but it still grosses me out. I'm going to hell.

4. Why can I not ever put my clothes away? I try on a humiliating number of outfits in the morning, and the ones that make me feel fugly I just throw on the floor (in a neat pile in front of my bureau). And then they just fester there until there might as well be small woodland creatures building nests in the folds of dress/shirt/skirt/shorts/bra. Seriously. It's getting ridiculous.

5. I really don't want to wash my face tonight. It just takes too much energy.

6. Every day I get a little more worried that I'm going to be the stupidest person in my PhD program.

7. Every day I get a little more worried that I'm not going to make it through my PhD program.

8. I'm running a half marathon in less than two months and haven't trained (I've run several before and tend to have this sort of training plan-i.e. NONE).

9. We waited too long to cut our cantaloupe and now it's soft. I hate soft fruit (ripe bananas, super soft peaches, super soft melon, mealy apples, YUCK they make me cringe). Luckily, Preston loves it. This is the guy who also hates strawberries. Therefore, he is crazy.

10. Our new Swiffer still gives me butterflies (the first date kind).

11. I have about five pieces of art that need to be framed. However, I'm avoiding going to the framers, since framing costs more than five arms and eight legs. I don't know what I expect to happen--they've been sitting on our windowsill since before we left on our honeymoon, and I've had ample opportunity to take them. Did I think the fairies would come and whisk them off to go be framed? Probably.

12. I really don't want to pack for Virginia. But I know that once I've seen the Blue Ridge, breathed Virginia air, seen my Virginia friends, and held our new puppy, I'll be glad that I did.

13. Is it bad that instead of a glass of fresh, cool lemon mint water that's sitting in our fridge, I really want a glass of red wine right now? Like, a lot?