About My Feet and Other Things

I am only making a new post because it's been so long.  That is the worst reason to write.  Actually, it kind of rings true with my new creed:  don't talk unless you have something to say.  Or maybe I'll make it, make every word count.  I hate when people, myself included, just speak and speak when they're not really saying anything.  So I'm trying only to speak if I have something relatively important to say...which is not something I'm fulfilling with this post right now.  I just have some time to kill and, again, it's been so long.

The only thing I could think of to write about was feet.  My feet hurt.  I think it's because I've been running.  Yes, friends, running.  "Hannah running?  No."  Well, if that's what you said in your mind, then you're right.  I have not been running, per se.  I've been walking Padme nearly every day and she always ends up swatting the air rapidly with her paws because I'm just walking too damn slow.  So I started picking up the pace to a lovely jog, which to my lungs and heart means an intense ten minutes of gasping for air.  Then I started putting on my running shoes when I take Pad for a walk.  (I don't remember why or when I bought such athletic shoes)  And so, I feel like I'm running because, you know, I'm wearing running shoes.  What a concept.  Anyway, I heard you're supposed to change your running shoes every week or something.  And I haven't been, so my feet hurt.  

Padme is also responsible for my other footwear mishap.  As you know, puppies chew on things.  Lots of things.  Especially the cliché shoe.  After discovering the damage Pad's teeth could do, (i.e.: chewed through my computer charger...80 bucks to replace it...not just like 80, but actually 80) nearly everything I own has been elevated to the few puppy-free zones in my apartment.  Especially my shoes.  I was at my parents' house this morning and, by cautionary habit, set my Rainbows on the chair next to me.  My sister wanted to take a seat, so she put them on the ground.  Next thing I know, puppy's completely ruined them.  But I'm still even steven.  Cynthy got me the coolest shoes for my birthday the night before.  

I wish I had another shoe anecdote.  Then this post would have an actual theme and/or focus.  Fortunately for you, the rest of my shoes have been pretty much drama free.

I will now make a list of unimportant happenings in the life of Hannah:

1)  I am rereading my favorite book, White Noise by Don DeLillo.  Better yet, I'm reading it in its first edition.

2)  I turned 21 on Wednesday.  I've had a long and tiring week.

3)  I've been playing guitar more lately.  Proud of myself.

4)  I love my sister.

5)  I love Blue Moon.

6)  Went to sleep at 6 am.  I am tired.

7)  I do not love working in the deli.

80)  Mother's Market customer are oddballs.

9)  I'm a Mother's Market customer.

10)  My other recent creed is to stop complaining.  It's so hard.  I wish I didn't make up that creed.  Ah my life

11)  The language of sarcasm is not meant for all.

12)  You should see Pad right now.  She sleeps in the most awkward positions.

13)  I got a cool locket for my birthday.  Guess whose face is in it.  Hint:  she's brown and awesome.

14)  I secretly wish I could blog for money.  

15)  I find it odd and a little upsetting how much joy I feel when I hear the polite beep alerting me of a new message.

16)  Eight firemen were at my house last night.  We only needed two or three.

17)  I like talking to people.  Favorite pass-time.  Besides sleeping outside.

18)  Il fait chaud.

19)  Alias was a good show for the first three seasons.

20)  I hope no one reads this post.