May 11, 2004
I'm having an excellent week off. Not only do
I only have to do 2 things for college (drop off and pick up papers and
then sing with the choir) I also get a week off from worrying endlessly
about other people's problems... or at least a certain few.
Problems that they don't wish me to know about anyway, probably, since
it's not like they called me (or ever call me) or anything. And
sometimes, I'm not even supposed to know, I think.
But yeah. It's been ruining my life, because
it drains me so to have to worry every waking minute about you.
To compare myself to you. To do everything that I actually do in
light of the almighty you. You know what... to paraphrase Rhett
Butler, I frankly don't give a damn. I don't care what you do,
when you do it, and how you look doing it. It just.. doesn't
bother me. I don't care if I look silly, or too big, or if I'm
not the "American dream". *sigh* I don't care if you read
this, or if you worry over it, or if have satisfaction knowing how much
you've influenced me. It's just true. I wish you the best
life has for you. But it has something different for me.
In other news, I took the rental car back and I may
have found a new car. It's a 98 Jetta, blue with a sunroof.
Gotta have me sunroof, ya'll. It's a 5 spd, and it's really easy
to drive. My dad and I are taking it to a mechanic on Thursday,
supposedly, to check it out. If it all checks out, I'm-a getting
it.
I'm getting great ideas for our restaurant. :D
In the mean time, I've applied to represent a type
of Avon cosmetics. It's called "mark", and it's geared towards
the beginning to wear makeup to age 30 age group, but it's got great
stuff for all ladies. Anyway, I hope I get the job and that
it works out. :D
I bought a lot of stuff at Wal-Mart today for
organizing my room. I hope to get it mostly done by tomorrow
evening.
May 9, 2004
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April 27, 2004
I'm exhausted. But -- the debate's over.
We lost, but I don't know my grade yet. So is the piano final (I
got a B+ for the semester. Without practicing but once!)
All I have left is: English paper on Beloved, study for guitar jury
(that'll be a piece of work, lemme tell ya), and a math test.
Then finals. Plus I'm playing in SC this Sat, but that's not
school. On other notes, I need to find all the programs from the
concerts I attended so I can turn them in and find/pay for a library
book I lost last semester.
I'm going to go look for a car tomorrow. Going
to test drive anything interesting in town that I have a prayer of
being able to afford. Thanks to Colin, I just might not buy a
piece of junk. (I was lucky last time cause I found one under the
original warrenty. Oh, the joys of repos.) I should know
how much money the insurance company is offering me by Thursday.
They said since I was using a rental, they'd be willing to settle much
quicker, as it drains about $30 a day from them each day I have my
rental. Yipee.
Speaking of cars, Matt found this ex-Army Jeep for
me to look at. If I get something besides a Saturn, it'll most
likely be something vintage. Like a badass 50's army jeep.
Think M*A*S*H.
Did you know that the real name of the theme song to
M*A*S*H is "Suicide is Painless"? Just a quick bit of trivia for
you. Oh and that if your ring finger is longer than your index
finger, you were exposed to a good amount of testosterone when you were
in your mother. Which means you will most likely live
longer.
... I am a
gypsy.
April 25, 2004
Ugh. What a week. Cat. Car.
School. Parents. Severe bruises. Blah.
For those of you who didn't know, my car got totaled
last Tuesday. Woman backed out of her driveway and hit me.
The only good thing so far is that her insurance has to cover it cause
it was her fault. And maybe that I now know what airbags feel
like. Ouch! I'm looking for a car again. Didn't want
or expect to be doing this again for another 5-15 years. Blah.
I finally figured out how to upload my new start
page. All by meself.
Pat stole my fan, and Matt's fan too.
Grr. It's hot in his room now unless we use the huge fan which is
very loud.
That reminds me. Did they plan for their kids
names to rhyme? If Willow hadn't been Willow... would she have
been Catherine, Cat for short?
I have a rental car now. It's a silver
Saturn.. looks like a realtor Mafia car.
The stupid debate is tonight. I have a piano
final tomorrow. Plus a lot of other shit. When am I finally
going to have a whole day off with Matt? Just us two.
Together. It's been more than a month, now. Damn
school and work.
I'm going to take a nap if I can without my mom
coming in to check on me every 5 minutes. Maybe I'll feel better
afterwards.