Rebecca eats too much sugar.
May. 28th, 2008 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rebecca_in_blueI sent in two more job applications today. They're jobs I would really like, but I'm not getting my hopes up again.
I'm still finding little ways to occupy my time. I'm recycling aluminum cans, something no one else in my family does, so I usually pick their empty cans out of the garbage. And I'm practicing daily on this piano-playing video game that Adam has. Right now I'm working on two little ditties called "Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree" and "Thine Be the Glory." I'm determined to be able to play one of them on the Mortimers' piano next time I'm at their house. Note: This may mean that I won't be going over to the Mortimers' for a few more weeks.
Adam's birthday is tomorrow. I've decided not to get him anything, since I'm unemployed and he has a pretty damn privileged life, when you think about it. (He doesn't have to pay for any of his own necessities, and Mom still gives him allowance, which he spends entirely on comic books and video games.)
I'm concerned about my sugar intake lately. I picked up some good habits in France; the only stuff I drank there was water, which was all they served in the school cantine; Coke Zero, which has no sugar; and fruit juice on the weekends. But both Mom and Grandma seem hell-bent on buying soda, which is sugar disguised as a beverage, and enough sweet stuff for any ten people. Seriously, you'd be amazed at how much candy, chocolate, etc. you could find in their houses. I think it must run in the family, because I've heard Grandpa Charlie was like this too. Anyway, I have to get out of these bad American habits. Of course Adam's birthday cake tomorrow won't make that easy.
I'm still finding little ways to occupy my time. I'm recycling aluminum cans, something no one else in my family does, so I usually pick their empty cans out of the garbage. And I'm practicing daily on this piano-playing video game that Adam has. Right now I'm working on two little ditties called "Under the Spreading Chestnut Tree" and "Thine Be the Glory." I'm determined to be able to play one of them on the Mortimers' piano next time I'm at their house. Note: This may mean that I won't be going over to the Mortimers' for a few more weeks.
Adam's birthday is tomorrow. I've decided not to get him anything, since I'm unemployed and he has a pretty damn privileged life, when you think about it. (He doesn't have to pay for any of his own necessities, and Mom still gives him allowance, which he spends entirely on comic books and video games.)
I'm concerned about my sugar intake lately. I picked up some good habits in France; the only stuff I drank there was water, which was all they served in the school cantine; Coke Zero, which has no sugar; and fruit juice on the weekends. But both Mom and Grandma seem hell-bent on buying soda, which is sugar disguised as a beverage, and enough sweet stuff for any ten people. Seriously, you'd be amazed at how much candy, chocolate, etc. you could find in their houses. I think it must run in the family, because I've heard Grandpa Charlie was like this too. Anyway, I have to get out of these bad American habits. Of course Adam's birthday cake tomorrow won't make that easy.
