Week 7 : My Odd Habit

So one really odd habit that I have is the order i do things in the morning. When i wake up i have to get all my clothes that i'm gonna wear and drape them over my arm. Then i run to the bathroom because the floors cold. I hang my clothes on the shelf thing in the bathroom with the pegs, separating them into two groups. My jeans go on one peg and everything else on the other. Then i grab my towels. First, the wash cloth, then my hair towel and then the big towel. I set them on the lid of the toilet and then turn on the water. I have to start with the right knob and then the left, then i have to put my hand in the water right afterwards to check the temperature.

Week 6 : I hate my job

I hate having to go down to the barn and do the chores and clean up. If i actually had to do the chores everyday then i wouldnt be happy. But if it were a horse farm i guess it'd be okay. I like horses but I hate the chickens. They always chase you. And i hate having to do chores in the winter or when it's storming. It gets really muddy when it rains and then it smells really bad. Sometimes if you arent paying attention the dumb dogs will fallow you but way too closely and then they end up tripping you and sometimes you fall all the way to the ground and get real muddy and gross.

Week 5 : Snopes

Until today I had no idea that Disneyland had a "unwritten dress code" and until the late 1960's Disneyland workers would have to ask all males with long hair to leave the park because they weren’t fit to enter. Also, workers weren’t allowed to have mustaches that are neatly trimmed until 2000. Its quiet ridiculous that they control everything about these people, including their appearance. I thought that there was some law about this but I could be completely imagining this. Disneyland is crazy. They're so psycho. No one should EVER be able to control you and the way you look.

Week 4 : Beloved Toy

My favorite toys growing up were my Barbies. I used to play with them all the time. I only stopped to eat dinner and then came right back to where I left off. A lot of my friends never liked Barbie's, so I never really played with them when my friends came over. I was all alone till much later in life and then I found a friend to play Barbies with. We'd hide in my basement, and play Barbie's in the corner of the laundry room, careful to close the door behind us so that no one knew. It was embarassing to still be playing, but it brought us back to those days when life was simple and easy. It gave us the opportunity to get out of our lives and into a life we created. We could "live" any life we could imagine, even if it was for only a short time. It was our way of dealing with our problems. Ignoring them felt so much easier than dwelling on them and pondering them all the time. Our lives were simple in that dimly lit laundry room with our Barbie's in hand.