I am stunningly boring

This is me rambling at 1am in lieu of writing a paper that's due in a matter of hours.

But I do provide some updates and I do miss you, internet.

Sorry I'm not sorry.

No one wants to read it but I'm writing it so there you go

I had an unpleasant puking experience this weekend.

First, all puking experiences are unpleasant, I realize that.

And any puking experience that in any way involves me is obviously infinitely more unpleasant than any other puking experience. That's not up for debate.

So anyways, this weekend I threw up, which was gross and I hate throwing up, but I felt better afterward, and then about 6 hours later I threw up again, with the same results of blech.

ANYHOW.

In case you are wondering why I'm talking about my puke on the internet (I mean, this isn't even about my CHILD'S puke, what kind of blogger am I??), there is an underlying complaint! About which I would like to complain!

Both instances involved puking up a combination of water and unsweetened dried mangoes.  These mangoes are my go-to crazy lady purse snack to keep me from starving and whatnot, and I love them, they are my go-to.

But now...puke.

In fact, all dried fruit is sort of reminding me of pukeyness. 

I need a new default purse snack.

That doesn't remind me of vomit.

That won't get all squished and ruined.

Or make me feel fat.

WHAT SHOULD I DOOOOOOO?

This is about my closet

Hey we haven't talked about my closet for awhile, have we?
Well here's what I wore today:

Nothing new or special, but I did include bonus chicken earrings, cuz hey.
Why not?

These have been sitting on my mom's windowsill for months. I have no idea whose they are or where they came from.  I am strangely drawn to them.

On Tuesday I got dressed like this:

The other days this week I either went to school in my yoga pants or didn't go at all.
/shrug.
That cropped trench coat was on sale for less than $20 at Old Navy. It is obnoxiously yellow, but that's never stopped me before.

I got one of those WEAR ME 27 DIFFERENT WAYS convertible dresses.

You can wear it exactly one way with a bra on.
False advertising.
But it's cute and comfortable and I think it might make me look slimmer which is always a selling point.  It's a skirt with two long strips of fabric sewn to the front. If you have experience with baby carriers, you totally have this.  If not, there might be a learning curve.

I bought this ridiculously short dress from the Target juniors section a few weeks ago.

Then I wore it out, loved it, and have been on a quest to find more of the same.  I bought this exact one in a sort of 80s-esque floral, and I also go this one:

It's terrifying to think these are the clothes for our teenaged girls.
The zipper!

These aren't a particularly recent acquisition but I don't think I've showed them off yet:

I got them at Marshall's and they are some of my most versatile work shoes.

I bought some new tube tops from Old Navy because that's a thing I do:

And finally (drum roll please)! I bought, and have worn, in public, a bikini. Like the kind that shows your stomach.
There was a point in my life when I vowed that I'd never wear a bikini again.
I look exactly the same now as I did when I made that vow (actually, I'm probably chubbier now), so I'm not sure what changed.
But meh.
Whatever.
Bikini!
It's from the GAP.

My Official Twitter People Following and Unfollowing Philosophy

You care.

Don't act like you don't care.

EVERYBODY CARES.

Okay, nobody cares, but I'm going to tell you anyways.

Twitter!  I have the 'you have a new follower' notifications turned off, so I don't know or notice when new people follow me.

When new people TALK to me, I notice, and I try to always ALWAYS follow them if they are talking to me and follow me.

I follow new people who DON'T follow me if I know them in real life, if they are news source people, or occasionally otherwise, but very rarely.

I unfollow anyone who pops up into my stream and I think, "WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?" or if they post something really insufferable and I don't know them all that well to begin with or if they only post links to their blogs and never actual content or if they think twitter parties are a normal thing to participate in or if they unfollow me or if they say something that I find super offensive or just makes me think that they're an idiot or if they auto-DM me or if they ask for votes in any sort of internet contest more than once exactly or if they send me skeevy messages and act like they want to see my lady parts or if they bandy about the C U Next Tuesday word in a way that offends me OR (more often than you might think) twitter unfollows people FOR me and I won't realize because it's madness in there and one day I'll see a retweet or other mention of a person and think to myself, "Why didn't I see anything that she (it is usually a she) posted OH LOOK I'M NOT FOLLOWING HER I DIDN'T UNFOLLOW HER," but if that happens I refollow the person and just hope for the best.

In sum, I will follow you if you follow me, interact with me, and aren't a twat.

I'm @grace134.

Lately

*tap tap*

Hello?

Is this thing on?

Where the hell have I been, anyways?

Well classes started back up a couple weeks ago, and it turns out they're taking most of my time and energy.  Not in a particularly enjoyable way, but I just have to make it till July 6 without failing anything and I'm home free with my degree in hand.

I got my tattoo worked on, again.  Taking forever, is it not? 

Looking great, does it not?
What remains: the other half of my trees, allegedly the moon, although I'm not actually sure what is happening with the moon.
I ceded control long ago.

I've been buying lots of clothes that are too young for me in the juniors section. Cuz....everyone needs a too-short polka dot dress?

Or two?

The nice thing about not dressing my age is that the clothes are all a lot cheaper.
I'm probably having a 1/3 life crisis or something.

Little League is still going. Gabriel is still the cutest Met I've ever seen in my life.

Plus, hopscotch!

Bought a bunch of Kardashian Kolors nail polish. This is Rainbow in the S-Kylie.

I wasn't kidding about that 1/3 life crisis.
Glitter!

Hey you know what I did last Friday? I saw Jenny do a reading/signing/book tour thing up in Corte Madera.

I'm not looking at the camera because I'm not wearing my glasses, and without my glasses I have only limited seeing skills.
Jenny's so awesome.
Buy her book.
NOW.

My mom bought me a new (used) couch from the Salvation Army.
I love it.

So what's new guys?
What have I been missing?

Hawaii. Hawaii is very, very nice.

Gabriel is an excellent traveler. Well behaved on airplanes, docile when docility is needed, good at making friends with other children, interested in eating in nice restaurants and driving to hidden beaches and hunting for tiny treasures.

Hawaii is very nice.

Very nice indeed.

I just had one of the most pleasant weeks, full of lounging and basking and swimming and reading and dozing and relaxing.

Hawaii is very nice indeed.

Gabriel's Feats of Strength

Festivus may have come and gone, but Gabriel has been doing some serious stuff lately.
Like swimming slowly across the pool.  It may look like glorified floundering, but he's traveling through water and not drowning. I think it counts.

Or perhaps you'd like to watch him flip around on the monkey bars?
This kid has serious core strength.
He literally climbs my walls, although I never manage to have my camera with me when he's doing it.
Plus it's annoying and he's not allowed to.
Get down off the walls, child.

Or, if none of that is to your liking, we went skiing on Saturday!
It was Gabriel's first time.
He loved it.

What have y'all been up to?