Would you kiss a llama?

Another boring day today. I'm honestly ready for something to be happening in my life. Well, as much as I may make it sound, today wasn't a total bust. I finished picking out the paint colors for my uncle's living room. He liked all of my first choices so that's always a good sign. He's going to have a Southwestern/Hopi Indian/Desert type place. The walls are going to be a yellow-ish sandy color and I decided that a very light 6inch turquoise stripe running horizontally on the walls will make a very nice accent as well as visually tie in all the Hopi artwork he has. My uncle has a very nice collection, so that's really going to be the main focus. Blah Blah Blah design stuff. I'm sure you are all foaming at the mouth to hear more, but I'll spare you. Anyway, I also bought a new address book at Barnes and Noble, it says "Little Black Book" on the front and it made me laugh, which is why I bought it. Also at Barnes and Noble, I was thrilled to find another person that shares my same quirky habit. As I was turning the corner between the World War II shelf and the current affairs section, I spotted him, standing by the classic paperback fiction table, smelling Ernest Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls. That's right folks, I am now confident in saying that I am not weird for enjoying the smell of books. Not just taking a small sniff of the air, but opening the book to a random page, putting your nose in the book and taking a big whiff. It's the smell of potential. The potential of learning. Does is not excite you to walk into a library, or stand in front of a bookcase and think "Man, what will I possibly learn today?" There's such opportunity there. You can learn, well, anything! You can discover the world of wildflowers, the biography of Douglas MacArthur, Spanish expletives (Mierda, by the way is Spanish for Sh**) You can learn about different people, different places, or just pick up a classic and relish in good literature. And that, my friend, is why I like to smell books. It's not the actual smell of paper, it's the smell of possibility. *Ahem* Nerd Alert! But anyway, to end the story, when the guy saw me, I think he got embarrassed because he left quickly before I could tell him that we should be friends, but I'm sure we would have had he not bolted. After that, I went back home, but on the way stopped at a gas station to pick up a new bottle of wiper fluid and rejoiced a little at my small feat of being able to replace the wiper fluid myself with absolutely no help and no mishaps along the way, proving that I am not completely helpless should the Lord will for me to be on my own permanently. It's a good feeling. Really. Well that concludes my day. Tune in tomorrow for the next part in the series. Same Blog Time, Same Blog Channel.