Hah, I just nearly fell over and fell flat on my face. Thankfully, I managed to avoid this by falling into someone instead. Let’s just say it’s a nearly daily occurrence, or has been a nearly daily occurrence for me lately. Granted, I’m usually not that accident prone (I swear). It’s just lately I’ve discovered about a million and three (slight exaggeration) bruises on myself. Mostly on my legs and such. But overall, I’m kind of a purple-y mess. “Clumsy” doesn’t really cover it. But overall, today seems to be okay. I mean, “nearly falling” isn’t as bad “I fell over and died”. So yeah…

Right now, I believe that I only have two bruises on my legs (one is behind my left knee, where it gave out and allowed me to neatly collapse at home, the other is on my right calf) and I don’t have any bruises on my arms.

So, do tell, how many bruises do you have on you right now?

Here are some career choices that I would randomly consider if this whole “university” thing doesn’t pan out. And yes, this is meant to be funny ha-ha, not funny ‘wtf is this girl on and where is the nearest straitjacket?’.

• Professional Blogger - Just need my laptop and some people willing to pay.
• New York Times Bestselling Author - No reason really needed.
• Dominatrix -Handcuffs and safety words, anyone?
• “Journalist” for a tabloid - See the winged child in the rafters of the foreclosed factory!
• Stay at Home Mom - Michelle as a mini-van driving wife who takes kiddies from gymnastics to ballet to soccer to girl guides?
• Professional karaoke singer - Excuse me while I laugh.
• Hang gliding instructor - Michelle with the fear of heights, teaching hang gliding…
• The girl who shelves cds at Best Buy - “Now why on earth would you want to listen to them? You should try this artist instead.”
• eBay seller - Yum, just sit at my computer all day and occasionally head out to the post office!
• Ask Abby Advice Columnist - “Dear Abby, my boyfriend hates me, what should I do? - Crying in New York City” “New York, you’re in NYC - just go out and find a new guy. - Abby”

@ Bonnie, I finished reading Prey last night. I thought it was incredibly good, I liked it a bit more than her usual books (the difference between Prey and the rest of her work is that there is no one who is ill). It’s a little edgier than, say, her One Last Wish series and at the end (and this is not a spoiler, not really), you don’t really know who to feel sorry for.

So today I went downtown with the sister and with K and I got my ears pierced! It was a lot pricier than I had originally expected it to be, but it was an early birthday present from the sister. Online, the place looked great. Sterile work places, scans of certifications. The actual place was even better. The places where they did piercings (and tattoos as well, I’m guessing) were very clean. There was a serious doctor office feel to the place. There were boxes of latex gloves, disposal for latex gloves, sterile instruments, sinks, framed certifications on the walls. It was all very professional. I had a guy named Cory, who said that I looked scared and K was like “That would be Michelle!” He asked some questions like how old I was, what I did (mind kind of blanked so I mentioned writing manuals, go me). But overall it was a very easy experience. The anticipation of it was the worst part of it all. He did the left side first and I was just thinking to myself ‘That’s it? All that and that’s it?!’ so the right side was even easier. So I walked out with studs in my ear, with an even higher appreciation for sterile instruments and then we went shopping.

Shopping consisted of the idea of going for shoes for K and a housewarming gift for my sister’s friend (party tonight). K ended up getting clothes and the world’s best looking watch in the whole wide world (I should have taken photos with my cell phone, but I didn’t - it was $4 and from a dollar store, surprisingly it was labeled as water resistant). Sister ended up getting an awesome magnetic silicone pot rest (kind of like a cooling rack, just made of silicone). And the packaging said it could be used as a pot holder and as a jar opener. Only the pot holder didn’t seem so awkward. I ended up going home and spent the bus ride texting Clay. I corrected him on something and then this happened:

C: You’re such a smart apple.
M: Apple? Seriously, I’m an apple now?
C: The apple of my heart.
M: Cute.
C: I try.

Only my mother has commented on my ears (she thinks they’re uneven). My father hasn’t yet. Yay parents for being oh-so-awesome.

After a long winded conversation about our relationship and other thought-provoking things pertaining to the two of us this, this happened:

M: And what do you want?
C: To be happy…
M: And does that include me?
C: I think it does.
M: Okay.
C: Okay?
M: Okay.
C: Okay.