Of Bears and Penguins

In the gym...
When you were in middle school, did you you ever just sit in the bleachers of the gym and watch the basketball team practice? Boys trying desperately to impress the girls with their dashing athletic moves.
Today, I experienced the same thing in front of the Dance Dance Revolution machine in Brady Commons.
A certain boy who is trying to win Joanna's affection danced away while Joanna and I acted like we were in seventh grade.
Acting like we were in middle school went something like this:
"Ooo, he's trying to impress you, Jo" at which point Jo bashes me, I bash her back, and then we look at the boy and giggle.
Repeat this a number of times, and you end up with how Joanna and I spent our lunch hour.

It's my book, darn it!
I managed to spend an hour today in the bookstore, picking out cards and making an impulse buy.
I happened to walk by the paperback fiction section on my way to purchase the cards, when I saw The Brother's Karamozov and since I had just had a conversation about this book, I stopped. This was my first mistake.
I started to move away, telling myself, "Sara, you're already in the middle of a couple of books -- you don't need a thick Russian novel."
But then I picked up the Penguin Classic Edition. This was my second mistake.
When you pick the book up, you start to feel possesive of it. "Hello book, oh how nice and heavy you feel in my hand, what? you're looking for a loving home -- why of course, I can take you home."
After telling myself that I didn't need the book, I put it down and walked away. But I couldn't just leave my book there -- I had held it and looked at the introduction, it was mine.
And so I left the book store the proud owner of a rather thick Russian novel.
If anyone sees me in a bookstore, could they please escort me out of the store -- that would be great!