I have one book left to read for the summer, and need some more. Now since I’m a pathetically poor college student, I’m on a tight budget. No bueno for someone who is a voracious reader and needs books to breath. So I went to a *insert shame* used book store
with a bag over my head
and picked up a few books.
Pictures of hollis woods.
Patricia Reilly Giff. ISBN: 0-439-69239-3 Silent to the bone.
E.L. Konigsburg. ISBN: 0-689-86715-8 Someone like you.
Sarah Dessen. ISBN: 978-0-14-240177-4 One thing I’ve learned about myself is that I’m a book snob. I DON’T LIKE USED BOOKS. I don’t like their smell, worn, tatty pages, or discolored edges. I don’t like the idea of someone else’s fingers touching my book. It’s just not right. And I can save just as much money on Amazon.com.
I feel very passionately about his. Too passionately. I think I need a support group for people like me who can’t stand used books. “Hello, my name is Missing In Sight and I’m a book snob.” “Welcome, Missing In Sight.”
After I left the
nasty, old, decrepit, never-to-be-seen-again
used book store, I went to my university for a little running and yoga. I did a five minute warm-up jog, 45 minutes of tempo work, and 20 minutes of the elliptical machine. My views weren’t as pretty as the trails, but here is what I stared at for about an hour.
While on the elliptical, I ditched
Holden Caulfield in Catcher in the Rye
and watched Maria Sharapova win the semi-finals at Wimbledon. As she was graciously waving to the crowds
it reminded me of one thing I need to do:
Nuff said. I topped my exercise off with some serious stretching in yoga. I love that we have the lights off in yoga and form a circle. It makes it so much more intimate and reflective.
Note to self: Nike Tempo Shorts are NOT appropriate attire for yoga class. I treated the class to a view of . . . well, you know. Embarassing! When I got home I wasn’t feeling well. I feel like I’m coming down with a cold, so I took a nap. Guess who kept me company?