Pretty Eyes

Today I was told by James that I have really pretty eyes. After institute we were talking about how I look so much better compared to the last time he (actually everyone) saw me, which was at church on Sunday. I've been very anti-social and just lying low trying to heal. Plus, today was the fist day I was actually wearing real clothes (besides Monday for dinner) instead of just shorts and a tank. Needless to say, everyone was happy to see me and glad that I was doing so much better. It's nice knowing people care about you. Anyway, mid sentence he told me I had really pretty eyes. He said they had every color you would want in an eye. It's called Hazel. I love getting compliments, especially random ones like this one that just come out of nowhere. It made my day.

Later this evening I was going into my apartment when James and Trevor were leaving theirs. James told Trevor to look at my eyes. It was kind of weird having him stare at me through the chastity gate (gate that separates girls side and boys side of the upstairs apartments). It had gotten darker so they didn't look as pretty. James tried to recreate the sun so with the light from his cell phone so Trevor could really see them, but it didn't work. Besides my eyes, they admired my lovely tan line from my wristband from Seven Peaks. My arms are nice and tan now and then bam! I have a white stripe on my wrist.

In other news, I went to the store today. I'm happy to have food again. Not that I was out , but I was starting to eat lots of cereal and rice. I haven't been in any condition to go grocery shopping lately so this trip felt better than usual. It was like a celebratory trip for my recovery. I was really to the price for peppers had dropped so much because I like making fajitas. A lot. It's easy, delicious and feeds me for a couple days. It's become like one of my staple meals. Basically, you know what my first real cooked meal will be after I go to the store. I also bought cherries again. Couldn't help it. Gotta get 'em while I can.

Oh yeah, and the mosquito bite count is currently at 12. I was up at 4am this morning using an ice pack to try and numb the itch away long enough for me to sleep. Mosquitoes suck! Literally. And my rant the other day was a little premature. Today I told my roommate how many bites I've accumulated over the last few days from having the door and window open. She immediately apologized and said she just thought doing that would be better than being too hot. Tonight she even read outside and let me close the door. She stayed cool and I prevented more minions from coming in. It was nice that all this happened without me having to really confront her about it.

 I wish there was a punch card or something for mosquito bites. Something like: Get 10 bites and we leave you alone till next year. Wouldn't that be nice?