Snippet. Snippet Good.

I will let you know now, that I have very little to say today. I shouldn't even be spending time on this, but if I'm checking facebook a couple times an hour, it seems pretty hypocritical not to write something.

I finally deposited my most recent paychecks and my Christmas money this past week. About a sixth of it all was spent on a collection of Mutts comic books. Another sixth was dropped on a grocery splurge. I'm certain a good bit more of it will be put towards buying new jeans, as it has come to my attention this past week that mine are frighteningly close to becoming inappropriate garments for public use. At 25, I've finally discovered that I do care whether I look presentable. Holes in my jeans that were acceptable at 22, are now a feature I would rather die than sport in the company of friends and strangers alike. My father would be so proud. There were a few occasions on which he had to literally cut my old articles of clothing into pieces to keep me from wearing them. Surprisingly, I don't remember having this battle with my mother. Either she didn't care or they had realized early on that I would be the rebellious child and each had randomly drawn the battles they would be responsible for fighting from a hat. Dad got clothing, piercings, hair dying, and tattoos; Mom got boys, friends, academics, and curse words.

Actually, I just don't think my mom cared as much about the things my dad did, because I got my fair share of battles over school and social life issues from him as well.

Hmm....

And now that I've given you that little entertaining snippet, I do believe it is time to go back to writing a research paper.

Toodles!