Thursday, May 29, 2008

A Different Type of Shopaholic

So I have a weird disease. Whenever I get depressed or feel really lonely I go shopping. I guess this is normal for most girls, but I don't go clothes shopping or make-up shopping or purse shopping. I go kitchen appliance/gadget/home decor shopping. I feel more and more like my mother every time this happens. That isn't a bad thing by any means. I just remember a year ago her and I went shopping for stuff for my apt and I HATED it and was very impatient and mean. Now it's all that makes me feel better. I just got back from Wal-Mart (I know, lame) and I spent just under $100 dollars. In addition to everything in the pictures below I also purchased a shower caddy, trash can for the bathroom, and a toilet paper roll holder. I keep wondering what I'm going to do when I move into a smaller apartment with five times as many people as I live with now. I wonder about it for three seconds then give in to the need I have to buy all that I buy. I bought the jump rope and skip it because on wednesday I realized that I have gained 10 pounds in the last month. Stupid boy, ruining my life!



I got that dish set for only $15!!! It was quite the steal...



Good bye, evil ten pounds! I can't exercise regularly, it's just not fun or motivating for me; but I like to jump rope, and the Skip-It is awesome, and I play Four Square all the time! Next time I have money, I think I'll buy a pogo stick...

One other thing that made me very happy was listening to my little sister, Claire, laughing her head off on the phone today. She was laughing at something that Reid was doing. There is nothing like the laughter of a child that puts a smile on anyones face!

3 comments:

Jen said...

You know, I like to shop, too, when I'm depressed. We should find something else to do when we are sad.. What could it be? How about blogging.

Troy the Marathon Man said...

It's called retail therapy. One of my classmates here buys shoes, another buys electronics. I buy wigs, usually.

Troy the Marathon Man said...

I was in the Air Force. They made us run often, but not great distances. They just made us run 30 minutes at a time or so. It's not hard like the Army. So no, you're not making up memories. But that sounds like a pretty fun idea. Remember that time we took a bunch of ferrets to the movie theater and let them go? That was awesome.

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