Brown paper, white paper. Stick it together with the tape. The tape of love.

It's the middle of a Saturday afternoon and I feel a nap coming on. That sounds terribly spoiled, doesn't it? I have had a really nice day so far, actually. I had breakfast with my parents and Maaneli, who as I was hoping, forgot why she was upset at me. I showed them the list of jazz I had come up with. At first, my parents were shutting off from it and trying to pipe me down. It was sad for me to be that enthusiastic and have them be so, well... not enthusiastic. Let's go with down right annoyed. Obviously, the thought of the youngest of the house moving out is probably really upsetting to them regardless of how proud they are. That lasted for a very brief moment however because they completely flipped a switch and are being very supportive of it all. After breakfast, I headed over to Aaron's brothers to have Daniel's print framed. It was giving me an anxious feeling to see it lying around my room in a vulnerable state. I found this nice 16X20 frame that was 75% off with a sandy colored mount that came to a total of 15 bucks. Wonderful. I then went to target and purchased little necessities such as a laundry basket, a trash can, socks, hair ties and a mattress pad. Upon coming home I was asked to give my dad a ride to the mechanic then settled in for a nice cup of coffee and an episode of Flight of the Conchords with my mom. Oh, we both just love it so much. She helped me place Daniel's print in the frame once that was through. I started rummaging through old photos that I plan on taking with me to school when she revealed a box full of vintage magazines. Now, these are from the 60s and 70s. They are probably the greatest magazines I'll ever find. Firstly, they're hard cover. Secondly, they have amazing pieces of art that makes them reminiscent of art history texts. Thirdly, they're compiled with articles that are relevant to the time published. It's hard to describe these mini time capsules but just trust that they are very unique and beautiful. She has about 20-25 of them and is allowing me to keep 4! I'm elated. I'm beginning to get really excited about moving out, if it hasn't already been inferred. 

Tonight, I have to attend dinner at Cheesecake Factory for Shannon's 19th. I'd rather have a nice night in with my parents tonight but that will have to be put on hold until tomorrow, I assume. 

When I was driving home from the mechanic to my house, I saw this elderly woman walking with at least 4 bags of groceries uphill. Her arms looked as though they were about to burst into a million pieces. I really, really, really wanted to pull over and offer her help. Like a scum bag, I didn't. I don't know why I kept driving. In my head, I imagined that I did stop. She accepted my ride and I took her home. She asked me to come inside for a pomegranate iced tea. We would have a rich conversation on life, love and economy, of course. I'd return home in the afternoon and feel right for lending out a hand in need. Well. 

I think I'll nap now.