A Mile In My (Painful) Shoes

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Reason #2344 Why Bridal Was Not For Me: The Footwear.

Yesterday and this morning I had things going on that required me to dress slightly more nicely than usual. No big deal, but even though it's getting warmer outside I am the whitest Hawaiian person you've ever seen, especially now that Lamy just got back from Key West, so my "business" attire still includes full-length slacks instead of a skirt. I'd sure hate to blind anyone with my white legs. Unfortunately, I'm 5'4" and too lazy/cheap to hem my slacks or have someone else hem them for me, so I have to cheat and wear reasonably tall heels. Now, when I worked at the bridal shop I dressed up every day - skirts, slacks, dresses, heels, all of it - and the only time my feet actually felt like they were going to kill me was at the end of very, very long Saturdays when I'd been literally running in heels for about ten hours. Those were the days when I'd take lunch on my feet (if I got lunch at all) because if I sat down the first fifteen minutes after I stood back up would be agonizing and not at all worth it. So while I don't miss having to add 3+ inches to my height every day, it very rarely bothered me back then (you know, two months ago).

Apparently, my feet are very happy with our new arrangement where we pretty much exist together in a sandals-and-flats kind of world, because they are OUCH. I wore the same pair of surprisingly comfy Aldo wedges for the past two days. These are the shoes that I wore to work more than half the time not that long ago. I didn't even really have to break them in - I just bought them one day and wore them a full day at work the next. They were amazing! But currently, my toes hurt, my arches ache, and my calves have even joined in the protest. WTF?! I guess the lesson here is that quitting that awful job = good for more than just my heart.

Good Show, Amazon!

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K so I finally broke down and bought ALL of my books for this semester. Sickening. You know it's bad when the book you need is more expensive from the independent sellers on Amazon.com than it is directly from Amazon or the bookstore. Ugh! Environmental Hazards: No longer my favorite class! Oh I can't stay mad at you (Um have I also mentioned that I'm sick and have ingested a large quantity of cold medicine in the last 36 hours?). Anyway, you know you've spent WAY too much on books and that you have been in school too long and you are maybe also a giant history nerd when two of the three "Recommended For You!" books that pop up after you order something from Amazon are actually already sitting on your bookshelf at home. "The English Heritage" and "Voices of the American Past". Ah yes - be jealous, I know you wish that they were in your collection.

The upside of all of this nonsense is that A) I spent less than $200 on actual textbooks and another $20 on course materials (Dr. C. makes us get lecture notes from the bookstore b/c he's concerned that his Frenchness will make him hard to understand. Gotta love him!) and also B) I will soon be receiving tons and tons of mail. And it'll be good mail, too. What's in this giant box? Is it "A History of Environmentalism In The United States"? Maybe "International Disaster Management"? "Border Radio"? I can't wait! Ugh, gotta get off the cold meds.

I'll probably delete this post in the morning, this is just embarrassing. Good night.

Jalapeno Hands...

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I made this Mexican casserole thing for dinner (which, if you're reading this, COME OVER because there's tons and tons of leftovers) and decided that guacamole would go well with it so I whipped some up and apparently the jalapeno I used was, like, super jalapeno because I've washed my hands like four times since then and I am STILL randomly burning my mouth and eyes by accident. Uncool!

In other words, the job search is going meh and school starts on Wednesday. All in all, I just want the weekend! Not a good sign on a MONDAY. K TTYL.