I Made This! July 09, 2004 - 2:49 p.m.

Still nothing new.

Becky and I went to see Saved! last night, which was hilarious. Well, hilarious if you can laugh at religion, which I can. And do. Freely. There were a lot of eye rolling moments, and the ending was pretty lame - mainly because it felt abrupt - but otherwise, it was groovy.

I came home and started making dinner. Ended up burning my stomach. Hot oil splatter plus exposed skin do not mix. Guess that's what I get for wearing low rise pants. I've got a pretty little purple spot now. It's a line, just over half an inch long, and you can see where the oil hit then dripped a bit before it stopped burning.

While it hurt like a bitch, I'm almost kind of amused by it. Like, it's interesting and kind of beautiful. It's hard to explain, but I get the same way with bruises. It's like, I'm proud of them. I even find myself wanting to show them off. Not for sympathy. Just to say 'look what I have'. Just to share.

Yeah, I'm weird.

I'm proud of the strangest things.

The other day I had my mom bring a shelf over here for me. See, she went to K-Mart last summer when they had a sale and got four short bookshelves for ten bucks each. They've been sitting in her entry way ever since. Just waiting for her to get the house cleaned and find a place to put them.

When I was reorganizing some of my stuff here, I realized just how many books I have here. So I asked if I could use one of her shelves. She said sure and brought one over. I put it together, all by myself, and was so proud of that. Chris was laughing at me because I was singing silly songs while putting it together. When I was nailing the back on, especially.

When it was completely finished, I sang the lines heard at the end of every episode of The X-Files:

"I made this."

It's not very big. 2 1/2 feet tall by 2 feet wide. But it's a start. And it's all mine.

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