Friday, March 14, 2008
Week 9: Spring
The smell of spring reminds me of many different things really, it's one of those relieving scents that finally tell you that the cold months are starting to be over, and the hot months are beginning to roll in. Spring has always been a reminder of my home. In the spring, when we clean at home, we always open all the windows, and doors letting the fresh breeze come in. Nothings a better feeling than going out at night, then coming back into a completely clean house that has the lingering scent of the fresh breeze that was traveling through it all day. It's those Spring days that you're able to step outside without having to put a coat on, that make you glad that it isn't winter. It's nice when you're finally able to go outside and not have to be cooped up in a house for months because of the ice and snow. Spring reminds me of many different things, but most of all, I'm just glad it's finally getting here.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Week 8: 2:08
Ever since I can remember, when I use a microwave, I always put it on the same time. 2:08. It didn't matter if it was only suppose to be in there for ten seconds, I still click it to where it's 2:08. If it's suppose to be in there for thirty...then I just stay by the microwave and click in 2:08 everytime. In my house we have a stairwell....I'm betting you can guess what I do. Of course, I just finally stopped recently, but back in the day I used to count the steps as I went down. I'd start at two because there's the step that you take before you hit the stairs, and I'd end at 18. Then I ended up counting the lines in the road...the orange cones on the streets...the trees...the lines in the sidewalks...I got to the point where I was counting everything as I passed by. It was a habit, that finally broke a while back. I also have a constant habit of shaking my legs. When I'm sitting down, I'm usually shaking my legs. I've been doing it for years, and I suppose you can say it's some kind of comfort I get from it. When I'm walking with another person, I HAVE to be on the left side. No matter what. I can't stand being on the right side of people, unless there's someone else on the there side of me. Making me in the middle. There's a lot of odd things I do, I couldn't even count them all. But at least I know that if I ever go blind, I won't ever fall down my staircase!!
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