madbotanist

It’s hard to make a dramatic exit without a delectable bummy as backup. I need to work on cardiovascular exercises (running!) and maintaining a healthier diet. Tomorrow I’m going to go shopping for stone fruits because I’ve been craving them all week like mad.

Sometimes I think my brain isn’t always up to speed with the rest of my body. I want to be smart. I want to get straight A’s and be one of those annoying perfectionist overachievers. Maybe it’s because I’ve only had annoying perfectionist overachiever friends. But, whatever. There are worse goals to be had.

I bought a cute little velvet book of Einstein’s riddles from Pocket Posh today and completed three puzzles tonight. Thinking is fun.

I decided to experiment with my roommate’s array of soaps and cleansers. A daily foaming facial wash by The Body Shop, followed by an apricot scrub by St. Ives, and lastly Korres wild rose moisturizer (which was mine). My face feels tingly and fresh, but I’m not sure if that’s a sign of clean skin or the chemicals reacting violently with my pores.

I don’t have terrible skin, to be honest. I get maybe one zit right before you-know-what and aside from occasional dryness there’s no candid problem to address. But, as it has been said before me, there’s always room for improvement. Also, adhering to a routine brings me a sort of joy. Structured, well-ordered joy.