midweek day off

I had yesterday off, and I wasn’t playing hooky. I have to work tomorrow — ironically, summer registration is always our busiest. I could have taken Monday off and had 2 days in a row, but I thought it might make the week go faster to break it up this way.

I decided to spend my free weekday at Daiso, where I haven’t been in months, and having lunch at one of the Japanese restaurants in the same shopping center. That second part almost didn’t happen, because I walked in like 5 minutes before they were closing for the afternoon. (Most of the Asian restaurants around here close between lunch and dinner.) But the hostess didn’t say anything until she was actually seating me, so it would have been kind of awkward to be like “Okay, then”, and walk out. I ate fast and left like a 50% tip to make up for it.

daiso otter 1Anyway, I went kind of crazy at Daiso, which is easy to do and has few repurcussions when nearly everything costs $1.50. I bought a bunch of cute stationary, because it’s fun receiving and writing snail mail. I also bought a bunch of candy and kokeshi dolls.

<— I also bought this, even though I have absolutely no idea what it’s for. It was in the school supplies aisle. But for fuck’s sake, how could I NOT buy it?!

daiso otter 2

Oh, Japan.

The remainder of the day was spent watching the second disc of Wonderfalls and reading Columbine, one of the books I received this week from Amazon. I’m only about 1/3 of the way through it, but I can already tell this is the book on the subject I’ve been waiting for. So much of what we think we know about the shooting is bullshit. Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold weren’t social outcasts or bullied kids who snapped. They were popular kids who liked sports and had plenty of friends. Klebold went to prom 3 days before the shooting; Harris had no problem getting dates. They weren’t targeting jocks and/or Christians, they were targeting everyone — Dave Cullen says Columbine wasn’t a shooting so much as a failed bombing. If those bombs had gone off, virtually everyone in that school (and many of the first responders) would have died. Basically: Harris was a psychopath, and Klebold was a suicidal depressive who was in his thrall. But I guess it’s just easier to blame Marilyn Manson and Doom.

Anyway, if you’re interested in the subject, I recommend the book.

retail therapy, lazy days, and wonderfalls

Last week I loaded a few things into my Amazon cart, so when I got my paycheck on Saturday (and how amazing that I did, because when I really need/want it is when it tends to be late) and put some $$$ on my reloadable Visa, all I had to do was sign in on my cellphone and proceed to checkout. I got a Holga (YAY!), the “new” Matthew Sweet album Sunshine Lies (actually it came out last fall and I kept forgetting to buy it), the first season of True Blood on DVD (I’ve only ever seen one episode so NO SPOILERS PLEASE), World Without End (Ken Follet’s sequal to The Pillars of the Earth), and Columbine by Dave Cullen (which is supposed to be really good and I can’t wait for paperback).

Sunday I was going to go to the drug store and do a few other things, then decided I was sick of running errands and hadn’t had a day where I did nothing in months, so it could wait. It wasn’t a truly lazy day — I did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, vaccumed, and cleaned Junebug’s cage. But I didn’t have anything to cook (I had some heat and serve lasagna and bagged Caesar salad from Trader Joe’s) and this week I have a cold bento. I also didn’t shave my legs or wash my hair. Awww yeah!

So I got all the boring crap out of the way by early afternoon, then settled in with a bottle of Pinot Grigio and the first disc of Wonderfalls. I hardly ever drink wine anymore, the tannins in red mess me up (dehydration, insomnia, pounding headache) and I don’t really like most whites. I tend to stick to beer or vodka drinks. But I do like PG and every once in a while I treat myself to some.

Everyone that ever raved about Wonderfalls and lamented its early demise: OMG YOU WERE SO RIGHT. I love Jaye; she’s one of the realest young female characters I’ve ever seen on television. She’ pretty, but normal pretty. She’s sometimes overly-acerbic and rude to people! She gets unapologetically drunk! Also, I covet her trailer. I would so not be ashamed to live in a trailer if it was that cute.