Summer Nights...

Today was a very busy day. It should have been called Happy "where the hell did all my money go" Day. With mothers day just around the corner I figured I should finally move up a step from making my mom cheesy cards to actually buying her things she has mentioned.

Every mothers day my brothers girlfriend has gotten my mother something. I sit on the side seeing my mom do the "that's so sweet" screech and then listen to her point out how thoughtful she is. So today I went on a shopping fiasco. Going from Target to Barnes and Nobel to rack up on the things my mom may have mentioned. I had a memory lapse standing in Target where I spent 30 minutes in one aisle trying to remember if my mom needed picture frames. I finally left the section and got her a purple yoga mat, a yoga tape and some candle island thing. Then I headed to Barnes and Nobel(where I saw the cutest cashier,more on him later) and bought her a card and a book mark that apparently was hand painted.

I then drove to Best Buy got her favorite movie,50 first dates, headed downtown to this place that makes beads and got her a bracelet made of something I can not pronounce. I think I dished out 100 dollars in the last few hours. It's worth it though.

Anyway.

I've started running. Since yesterday I have gotten up at 8 and headed to the park to jog. I use to love jogging when I was younger and it is really the only exercise I have never gotten bored from. Of course I neglected to stretch beforehand and am walking like the tin man. It's this unbearable pain shooting up my thigh that even post run stretching cannot soothe.

So at 9:30 I headed into the bookstore, as stiff as a board now, and happen to see a very cute Barnes and Noble guy. What is it with boys who work in book stores. It's every sensitive girls dream I think. I guess one assumes that "hey he works in a bookstore, he MUST love to read.I'll be able to discuss Rand and Steinbeck with him, and it won't seem dorky"

When I saw him, I was relieved that I had decided to go home and change out of my 80's inspired jogging pants(they are so cute and of course green), but I was pretty embarrassed by my tin man legs. He has lovely golden locks, and wears glasses. After spending too much time lingering in the card section I went to the register. His voice is nice, he offered me a discount,he asked me for my number....To verify the name so I could get the discount of course but still ....

The next time I go to the bookstore I am going to get help looking for a book. I don't care what book it is, but anything that will get small talk flowing. I don't know where the new sense of getting out of my comfort zone has arisen from. My brother has been pushing me to read this new book. It's this book of how to obtain power, it is a very Male oriented book, but actually pretty fascinating.

My mother hated the book, I guess the line about eliminating one's enemy with deadly force was more than enough info for her. She instead went to Barnes and Nobel and got the 48 laws of being sensual. Kind of gross, she pre-ordered it beforehand. I read one page of the sensuality book and was embarrassed by it's frankness. Even more embarrassed by how little I know about that stuff.

Flirting for me is 5 seconds of eye contact, and then I'm done. Sensuality and Power, two things I don't have, and to a degree I don't believe I want, but they both make for very interesting reading material.

Being home and around familiar faces my dreams have become more personal then I would like. I had a dream about the Speech teacher and this almost suffocating feeling of entrapment when I woke up. The perks and downfalls of being home, being so close to everything that I spent high school running away from.