the satisfaction of a good deal

I went to the dollar store today to get some random items and it occurred to me that I am insanely frugal (except on food). I don’t like to spend unnecessarily and I believe i’ll continue to feel this way even in the unlikely event i become wildly rich through some means or other. Sure, i might spend less time debating which film deserves a trip to the cinema and $15, but i doubt i’ll frequent that venue more often (unless the film industry gets a kick in the ass and wakes up from its long belated slumber).

I got a pair of new oven gloves today for the grand total of $3.00.

They are thick, cotton and both have rubber covering the fingers to further reduce the chances of me burning myself. I would’ve bought the same thing at a less “embarrassing” (though i see nothing embarrassing with it) shop for a highly inflated rate (i checked–mostly $7 for a pair, higher for fancier ones); but what would be the point?

All of this comes down to one point, i take GREAT satisfaction in finding and getting a good deal. The definition of a good deal varies from one circumstance to the next, and of course from one individual to another. I suppose mine is to get the most economical deal whilst not compromising any of my criteria, which again depends on the item.

For instance [item=1st priority>2nd>3rd]

——SHOES=comfort>attractiveness>cost

——OVEN MITTS=protection>cost>look

Get my drift? Some things (like desserts and such) aren’t applied to these hierarchies. So i try to be reasonable-if i can afford it and justify it (special occasion, bad day, etc) sure I’ll splurge. In the end, rules are suppose to make life easier, if it’s giving me too much trouble, then sod it.

Heck, I don’t think I’m coherent anymore. I can feel cramps heading my way-

Kaity.

chaos in measured heaps (+links)

Took out three more dozens of audiobooks from the library just now. I went to the hold section and saw that all my Attenborough books (textbook size!) are already available for the taking; but as I’d gone on foot and have no superhuman strength, I’ll have to check those out later (with a car at my disposal). To be certain, I will have elevated my bookish-ness by ten folds by the time I sweep through the entire section.

At any rate, my parents are deeply amused and pleased by my doing so (checking out massive amounts of books) — (heck, I don’t even know how to summarize this craziness). I think it reassures and gratifies them to find out i’m as ambitious and passionate about writing and literature and knowledge as ever.

On another note, I read a post from Garance yesterday that was really encouraging and assuring: http://www.garancedore.fr/en/2011/08/23/changing-lifestyle-obsessions-alimentaires-feel-good-books/

I’ve always struggled a lot with my level of fitness and weight. I’m five feet three and quite curvy (even negating the Asian aspect). I recently found out that I have anemia and my doctor told me to cut down my super physical activities to avoid fainting and headaches–sigh. Writing is a highly intensive mental activity that also taxes the body-I’m trying to treat my anemia as effectively, safely and swiftly as I can. I hate being slowed down by external forces.

Anyway, Mom is going to be calling me for our weekly chats in a few minutes. We started this routine just last week, when she commented that we tend not to communicate via voice (as in we only email) once every few months and it’s always hours long calls because there’s so much to catch up on. So she instated this weekly thing. i’ve got to say I’m not opposed to the idea. Maybe it’s because i’m feeling a bit too excited at the prospect of having so many books to go through (always a good thing in my book–haha). I suppose when the duller weeks (yes, what an actionpacked life i lead) roll by, I’ll have nothing to say.

I have a strange relationship with both my parents. i love them both, obviously and unquestionably; but gosh do we have our differences. And i don’t mean to say this to generate some sort of “woe is me, poor misunderstood struggling artist” sympathy.

Oh, the phone’s ringing–

Kaity.

PS. i’ve prob said this sometime ago already, but just to reiterate: I apologize for all and any gr/sp/cap error. I am far too lazy to spell check–BUT if you do cross across any, drop me a comment to let me know please! You can also obviously drop me a comment to argue against, defend, offer any thoughts on anything i’ve discussed. If my posts bore you, let me know as well (although as this is a personal blog, i’d hardly alter its content to suit other people’s needs).

PPS–just some places I look for inspiration from (in the online world)

http://luxirare.com/

http://pinchmysalt.com/

http://citified.blogspot.com/

http://lauratj.blogspot.com/

http://www.apieceofmonologue.com/

http://hardtoexplain79.blogspot.com/

http://www.awordlesschorus.com/blog/

http://www.arghink.com/