Day 93 of going to the farmer's market with my so called sister, she hands me her phone, says its my dad! Mannnnnnnnnnn this aint my dad, this is a cellphone!

Soooooo, a lot happened over the weekend and I wanted to write a big blog but I just didn't have time. I wrote three whole bulletins in one day. Crazy stuff! Recap, mothster (that's moth sister for the uninitiated) ruined my life once again, she told my cousins about my thing for older women and it became a heated argument, what else...my uncle's birthday happened, lots of dessert! Then I'm going on vacation for this weekend, a little trip to a place that looks like Greece, very fun! Here's the headlines...

• Hamming it up with another Hamlet
• At the farmer's market
• I got two tests
• This can't go on
• Health kick! 

Ok, this is part of what happened over the weekend but I didn't want to gloss over this, I actually wanted to dedicate an entire blog to this, not even a bulletin, a whole ass blog but I bought a second copy of Hamlet. When I was in 10th grade I read it online and I was looking forward to my senior year because the school gives us these really cool Shakespeare books and they all look the same and they're a nice little collection and they have pictures of the stage plays. They're nice, they fit together but I only needed the Hamlet and my collection would be pretty much complete but then my school gave me this big ass, copy of Hamlet that would not fit in the collection. It's too big, it's so ugly too, it has David Tennant on the front and he's an attractive man but there's these ugly ass illustrations and they're not bad but they don't fit Hamlet, they're all exaggeration and cartoony. So I bought myself a second hand copy of Hamlet, I didn't get the collection one but I bought myself a nice personal copy. It actually made me excited to reread Hamlet or atleast moreso than I already was and it fits in my shelf, that's all I really want. Anyway, I've become one of those annoying booktokers who buys more than one copy of a book, I've considered that but I never had the money but now I've finally caved and bought a second copy of a book I already own, it won't be a second copy for much longer, I'm gonna annotate that bitch and sell it! Why am I so crude this evening? I'm sorry, guys, long day.

Where did I get this second copy of Hamlet, you ask? Nobody asked Slip_moth! Well, I'm glad you asked, I went to the farmer's market with my so called sister, she hands me her phone, says it's my dad! Mannnnnnnnnnn....this ain't my dad, this is a cellphone! I threw it on the ground! Every Sunday, there's a little market that lines the entire street, it's so cool and I've made a little routine out of visiting there and checking out what they've got for me. It was a long service, the pastor was some old guy who's supposed to be retired but he gave a service because our priest is sick and between you and I, I was falling asleep. The dude's a boomer, no offense but he hates the youth. I just wanted to go to the farmer's market. We finally got there though and I immediately wanted to go to the book shelves. It's so cute, there's this guy on his little laptop outside some Cafe and he's selling books from the Cafe, sipping his little cup of Joe. There were so many books that didn't really pique my interest but I found Hamlet for dirt cheap and I bought and the guy said that I must enjoy it because it's the best work of literature and my eyes lit up for a second. I was chatting to a mutual about these sorts of stalls where you buy second hand stuff, it's usually hit or miss, I'm pretty inexperienced with these things but he said that it's really easy to find nazi memorabilia and I thought he was kidding, but no, I found too many war trinkets, guys, send it elsewhere. Nobody's gonna buy it! 

Two listening tests today, I'm always wearing headphones and listening to music so I'm surprised that I did well on these, I'm not deaf but I am in the hyperbolic sense. Anybody who met me and isn't aware of my odd music listening habits would think I'm deaf or hard of hearing because I'm always like "huh" "what did you" "excuse me" "aca scuse me" and also, my mom's half deaf so I can spell a few things in sign language, not helping me beat the hard of hearing allegations...Anyway it was a listening test for my Albanian class and then for English at the end of the day, for my Albanian listening test, they just reused the same one from last year but I'm not complaining. The English one was about chat gpt and it wasn't bad, it had a nice moral but just hearing chat gpt made my gear grind a little so I wasn't focusing instead shaking my fist in the air at chat gpt. IM ON GP(T) I had to get that out of my system...

Ooooh, my stomach was cramping today, it was torture, it can't go on like this, im actually gonna get on my health kick. I'm so done with these cramps. I'm also going back to working out, I'm getting a belly. I often say this phrase which fits a lot of different situations and it can be applied to this one... there's nothing wrong with it, unless it's happening to me, of course. There's nothing wrong with being chubby unless I am! Maybe that's not a healthy mindset but it matters not, the point is, I need to exercise and eat healthy. Which I have started doing today, none of this tomorrow's Joe thing, it starts today but also please excuse the milkshake that I just drank while being lactose intolerant...

So apparently, I got the headlines mixed up and the paragraph you just read was supposed to be the last section, what did I mean when I wrote this can't go on? I legitimately don't remember...let's go over what it could've been, I started listening to Elliott Smith again, so maybe it was that. I can't keep falling for older women, I don't think so. I can't keep slacking but I've been working my ass off. I can't keep what...I know it was a reference to that song by the cars, Drive. I can't go on, thinking...nothings wrong. That one. I haven't been watching a lot of movies, was I referring to that? I really don't know. So...no closing section for the day since I literally forgot, sorry, fellas. One thing I will never forget is to thank my readers! Thank you guys for reading this, remind me to be more specific when I write my points of interest for these blogs and good night or good evening or good afternoon or whatever the guy from the Truman Show says, goodbye!