Drink Naked with caution.
I am in love with Naked (the juice), never mind the pain that ensued an hour after consuming Blue Machine which I am now blaming on my then empty stomach or the fact that they’re five bucks a bottle. Good stuff, but for anyone who’s looking to try the brand and happen to have a sensitive tum-tum like I do, I advise to drink with caution (or at least, consume something substantial beforehand so that the absorption process doesn’t feel like Bella Swan’s demon spawn as she enters the world by ripping apart her mother from the inside out).
There really isn’t much else to say besides the fact that Tuesday was my first day for both my volunteer gig at KHS, and GED classes. Both of which I’m enjoying tremendously, especially the latter of which I am currently acing with flying unicorns. I especially adore my Math teacher who is a trip and a half (On how our tens-based number system was founded: “…because fractions are creepy.” And on doing assignments the right way: “Now don’t be figuring out a problem, then checking the answer, then figuring out a problem, then checking the answer. Your eyes going to automatically slip to number two; it’s human nature, and you’ll never learn anything.”). She has successfully renewed my faith in numbers and formulas. I also got an unexpected proposition to write an article that may or may not find itself published in our local newspaper, something I’m quite ecstatic about since the last time I wrote “professionally” was at my last job.
Oh, and my mother’s birthday was (is?) today and we’ve been practically celebrating all week as if she were the Queen of England. I took her out to Genki Sushi, Kahala Nails, Lupicia Fresh Tea (although I admit, this was more for me than her), Chinatown Pho, and bought her a Haku Lei (“field trip version”: a lei for your head, which isn’t as stupid as it sounds, I promise) since she really wanted one. I wish I could’ve done more for her but since I’m currently unemployed and without much of a financial institution, that was the best I could afford. But she was a sport, and I couldn’t have asked for a better birth canal to pop out of.
