Theraputic Shopping & Tattoos

Some flowers I found this morning helped to cheer me up.

It feels like a terrible habit, but why does a successful shopping venture always cheer me up when I'm feeling the least bit down? That's not to say that I'm spending carelessly. I'm spending money I do have, without going into debt. But still. What about that makes me feel better? I almost feel guilty afterwards, for being so materialistic. 

I must've spend 200+ dollars today: 2 shirts from Express, Maybe Baby Perfume and Rebel Moisturizer by Benefit from Sephora, dress and two pairs of flats from H&M, dress from Zara, and a thrifted bracelet and pair of dress shoes. They were all pretty good bargains, so I don't feel too bad about it. 

After shopping, I kept my friend company for a couple of hours longer while she got her first tattoo, since she was nervous and  I had never seen a tattoo done in person. I've always liked the idea of getting a tattoo of something that meant a lot to me, whether it be an image, saying, or idea. Problem is, I can never think of anything that means enough to me to put into my skin forever. Maybe someday I'll realize what it would be, but for now I just envy those people who have meaningful, beautiful tattoos. 

This week was also my mother's birthday. I worked it out with my professors so that I could miss school for a day and take my mother to Disneyland (since I have a pass, and you get in free on your birthday). She's 59 now, and it was actually very fun to actually spend some quality time with her. We had dinner at the Jazz Kitchen on Disney walk with the rest of my family, which was a pretty snazzy place complete with live band and expensive New Orleans cuisine. It was a really great day - the perfect way to celebrate passing 5 of my midterms with flying colors. Next we'll see about those remaining 2 midterms, I guess.

I should be studying right now, but it's been a long day.

I think I'll just curl up with some tea and a good book until I fall asleep.