Hello, 2005.

It’s been raining for about a week. I meant to go downtown today but just bagged it because I didn’t really want to deal with the rain again. So we’ve been indoors, chilling out all day. Right now drinking some badass loose leaf green tea and watching “Re-making Vince Neil” on VH1 haha.

Brian and I spent our New Year’s Day cleaning the dojo. We got there around 11:30 and all the two-inch thick mats had already been stacked up against the wall, revealing dark mottled cement underneath. The dojo has very high ceilings and a skylight, and all the walls had to be repainted. Patrick-sensei had picked out a very nice dove grey latex paint and we set to work with extended rollers.

So we spent five hours painting, sweeping, scrubbing down and hosing off all the mats, dusting, and otherwise beautifying our very grimy dojo. A great deal of dust builds up when you have people running around year after year in socks and tabi on the mats. Patrick also bought nice new weapons racks, which were hung in the corner and loaded with bokken and bo sticks. After everything was done, I took a few pictures. Pretty!

So since I stayed in all day today, I figured it was a good day to paint my nails. Put a few coats of rich dark pink on the toes and pale pink on the fingers. For some reason I have come to the realization that I like only neutral, sheer shades on my fingernails. Dark colors just aren’t “me,” I end up thinking they look trashy, and then they chip and look even crappier since I type all day.

But I loooove painting my nails. That’s probably why I hardly ever get manicures or pedicures professionally. I’ll probably save myself $50 and do my own nails for my wedding. That is unless my mom and bridesmaids talk me out of it. Which they will.

In other girly news, I continue to be frustrated by the fact that the world is filled with adorable, fun, cute shoes, and every time I buy a pair (I own those, and love how they look, not so much how they feel, wah), I end up rarely wearing them because my feet refuse to allow themselves to be subjected to a single iota of pain or discomfort. I always ask myself HOW do so many women wear these shoes every single day? And why can’t I? And why aren’t these ladies grimacing in pain? Have they just numbed or beaten their feet into submission? I want to be able to wear cute shoes instead of ugly shoes every day. I guess I never got an early start on it like most girls. I spent most of high school and college in Doc Martens.

Someone sign me up for “What Not to Wear”!

Except I will NEVER wear pointed toed shoes and for some reason that is all they ever ask women to wear on that show.

Maybe it’s a blessing that I have avoided a shoe fetish. Probably saved me a lot of cash.