I picked out a lot of stuff for my dorm room today and in doing so I realized that I am very selective about the things that I like, materialistic things that is. How come whenever I go shopping I know exactly what it is I'm looking for but it's never anywhere or good enough. Today was especially frustrating because my Mom on the other hand thought every heinous comforter was the perfect one for me. "God Kelsey," she'd say, "Just have an open mind for once," while holding up the black and orange sparkly comforter that she found in the clearance section of Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Maybe when you know exactly what you want, you'll never be able to find it.