031. I can't go into my local pizza parlor.
It's funny; the guys at the pizza place love my brother. He gets free food all the time. Interestingly enough they are not so fond of me. I don't really know what I did, but it must have been a doozie. I've only been in there a few times in the past year or so.
032. There's too many memories.
Nostalgia is a bitch. I have memories of that place going back to when I was a tiny child. More importantly I shared many moments there with people who really meant the world to me at one time. A few of whom I don't talk to anymore. Recently I did have a good evening with some friends, discussing philosophy.
033. I won't go to the diner anymore either.
My other haunt was the diner. Again, I haven't been there in a while. I used to go almost every afternoon with one friend or another to get food, and I would schedule entire weekends around our diner excursions. The Love says it isn't a real diner because it's not open 24 hours, and I say his diner isn't real because they serve tacos.
034. They raised their prices.
A few years back the pizza place underwent renovation. It was never the same, having gone from a pizza parlor to a pretentious Italian eatery. Last year I went to the diner to find new menus, with higher prices. This did not make me a happy girl and since then I have weaned myself off the diner.
035. One time I snuck out of my house.
I only snuck out once. It only sort of sneaking, as my mother knew I was leaving. She thought I was going to one place when really I was going someplace else entirely. That was probably my one big stupid teenage stunt. I never partied, or played chicken, or hung out at "The Res". So in the grand scheme of things, I wasn't such a bad kid.
036. It was the best night of my life.
It has become one of the defining moments of my life, and one day will make a substantial chapter in my book. It was a deeply profound experience, at least on a personal level, and a sort of coming of age thing. The life lessons that can be learned in 24 hours are incredible sometimes.
037. Whenever I'm on a flight of stairs I have to count them.
There are 14 steps in my old house, and 45 at my local train station. Even though I know how many are in each flight, I still have to mentally count them. Sometimes I count them to a tune in my head, and sometimes I count by 2s. For a while I skipped the 13th step because it was unlucky, and I once debated whether or not the landing was a step or not.
038. Recently I found out my sister is the same way.
One day it came up in conversation that I had to count stairs. My sister leapt from the table and said that she too had to count stairs. IT has since become a family joke, and my mother and stepfather are always asking how many stairs there are whenever we go out.
039. When eating things like Teddy Grahams or Animal crackers, I have to eat an even number.
I also cannot take the last of something. It's the only thing I'm really anal about. My step dad has to buy things in even numbers, but I just have to make sure my goldfish are in pairs. Interestingly, my sister is the same about this as well. We must have been exposed to the same radiation as tots.
040. So there won't be one left out.
I would never want one of my Teddy Grahams to be alone, floating around in my tummy. I hated being alone as a kid and would never want to impose that on a harmless baked good. If there's only one left, I have to leave him a friend in the box so he'll have someone to talk to until he gets eaten.
