Day 31: Gettin' The Band Back Together

If this happened in real life (and I got to be a fly on the wall to witness it) I would be sooooo happy!!

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SETTING: High School Reunion

STEVE: Hey, Jim.

JIM: Hey, Steve.

STEVE: So, I was thinking since everyone's back for a couple of days, what do you say we try to get the old band back together?

JIM: That's a great idea! I'll tell Connie & Bill.

TEXT MESSAGES

JIM: Jam Sesh with the old band. Tomorrow at 3

CONNIE: OMG, YES!!! I'll tell the others.

BILL: The bldgs open all wkend. Lets use the music rm

3:00PM - MUSIC RM - JAM SESSION

. . . as in, High School Band . . . not what you were expecting, huh???!

Day 30: Summer School

Summer break may be in full swing, but one school near where I live isn't letting that stop it from engaging minds.

Very interesting . . . Do you think it's speaking generally or to something specific? I'm not sure, but I certainly like the idea!

Day 29: I Hate Purple

I hopped off the train a stop early today, since the weather was so nice. As I walked the half mile home I'm looking all over the place, observing, as usual.

I pass a woman who looked very similar to this:

I keep walking.

Then I come upon one of the most unique car colors I've ever seen . . . pass by, back it up, and snap some documentation:

As I'm finishing up my data collection, who should I see walk right up to this vehicle with key in hand?!

(I feel you can already guess what I'm about to reveal, but just in case, I'll say it anyway.)

THE PURPLE HAIRED WOMAN!

I hurried away as soon as I saw her so as not to give away my surprised delight, then continued the rest of the way home with a giant smile plastered to my face. Seriously, that thing was stuck tight. I hope one day you have the opportunity to witness someone whose un-natural hair color matches the color of their car. Then you'll really understand what I mean about a grin that just won't quit.

Day 28: Office Space

I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. Not an ideal first sentence, as it paints a mildly inaccurate picture. But it's true - I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. Mostly due to the fact that the bathroom is where I exercise. Think that's weird? That's fine - and apparently a common sentiment (unless you're one of my sisters visiting for the first time "whoa, your bathroom is huge! You could exercise in here!" And that was completely unprompted. Naturally, I was beaming).

Today, after my morning chunk of time I found myself back in the restroom. This time, to work [but not on the toilet, that's gross].

Despite what some may say, I don't really like spending sooo much time in the bathroom. And it's certainly not in my top 5-10 picks for work spaces. However, I had no choice. I had a phone interview and my room was just too darn loud. The neighbors next door are having their deck professionally power washed. They even wrapped my roommate's boyfriend's car so as not to risk it getting damaged. I'm not sure who this company is, but based on that, I'd recommend them!

Can you see the water spray? Look close between the fence and the bridge

So you see, I had no choice but to work in the bathroom where it was quiet and private. But I must say, it played the role of standing work space quite well. The counter is the perfect height for my short little legs.

All in all it wasn't a bad experience. I'm not saying it's my new go-to work space (because then I really WOULD be spending all of my time in the bathroom), but I won't completely rule out the idea in the future.

Day 27: New neighbor

On my afternoon walk today I was taken aback by this figure . . . in the bushes . . .

Upon closer investigation, I was able to identify the man - and something tells me you will, too.

Whether hiding or creeping, I'm not quite sure. But I do know he gets around. Thinking back, I spotted him peeking out of a house window the other week! Be on your guard, people. He's everywhere!

Day 26: Enchantment of the Questionable Kind

The word 'Enchantment' is really quite an enchanting word. If you're like me, you're quick to associate it with wonderful fun and thrilling things, but I'm not so sure that's always the case . . .

Let me take you to a quite enchanting place I visited, yet, wonderful and thrilling might not be how I would describe it . . .

Nor am I eager to pass under an entryway guarded by a constant "picker." Who knows where those boogs are going to end up!

Ah, a strong and courageous protector. The look of sheer terror really makes me feel confident he'll be ready for action at a moment's notice!

And last, but certainly not least, the creepiest vibing man face I've encountered ... 

and Jack Nicholson.

Odd and creepy might be a slightly more appropriate way of describing the individuals I saw. But who doesn't like a little creepy every now and then?

Day 25: Simple Pleasures

Ah, the simple pleasures of running in a stationary place and jumping on command . . .

Or perhaps it's more a pleasure for the viewer of such a spectacle . . . I'm going to go with the latter.