I flew back home to Boyfriend’s apartment today. The airplane was crowded, I was tired and hungry, and I had to sit in the very last row -but luckily, I brought my BRS Embryology, High-Yield Embryo, lecture notes, and pens in my purse, so I was able to get immediately down to the task at hand: Ignoring all of it so I could waste two hours reading SkyMall.
Guys. Important news: did you know that you can buy a 5.5′ tall folding chair for sporting events?* Or a bazillion shady looking devices that will instantly age your wine to an awesome vintage? (It’s true. We’re there. Science has reached that point.**)
I made a mental note of all the awesome gadgets I would buy if I’m ever so rich that I’m just bleeding money and have nothing better to do than to buy a 6′ replica of an Easter Island monolith statue.
Actually, now that I think of it, the idea of me ever having serious money is a terrible one: my reaction to pretty much everything in these kind of catalogs is always about 9 seconds of sheer disbelief and scoffing, followed by the slow realization that if I ever owned the rainbow shower that fades through tons of bright colors? I WOULD SHOWER FIVE TIMES A DAY.
But I guess there’s still useless things of questionable taste that I can buy now, even on a med student budget. I’d hate to pick on any one product, but…. well… I’ll just leave this picture of Sock Monkey Hat and Mittens here.