Yesterday, I did... Shoot, what
did I do? I started my FAFSA Pre-Application Worksheet and applied for my parents' PINs. I have great confidence in online applications. They're faster, you get instant confirmation, and you're less likely to make mistakes, or let someone else make mistakes because they can't read your writing properly. That worksheet led to, like, an hour on the IRS website. Apparently, I can't claim myself as a dependent because my parents can claim me as a dependent. That makes sense; we can't both be exempt for my existence. There's only one of me. Then I made a list of materials for my RP project (haven't started yet :x)
Later, Mom took us all to the mall. It was hailing, so my hair got sort of wet. I hate having wet hair because it smells weird. Not like wet dog, but the same sort of negativeness. I've been looking for some black earrings to match this cute necklace I have, but I couldn't find one. The setting has to be black, not just the decoration. I got a $5 Valentine's Day shirt in Old Navy, along with this cute black skirt. Now, I don't wear short skirts. Ever. I don't even really like wearing shorts. But Greg and my anniversary (!) is right around Valentine's Day, so we're going out to celebrate. I wanted something new and cute. And he asked me to. I mean, I'm seventeen. I'm allowed to be insane. And it's cute!
I was in Kohl's when my mom came looking for me. I had been trying on more skirts. (The beauty of the "return with original receipt".) My mom looked confused (and rightfully so), so I told her I was shopping for V-Day. Then she effectively ruined my night. I'd forgotten she'd made plans. Smokey Robinson is in Atlantic City on V-Day, so they're going away for the weekend. (Smokey is to my mom like *NSync is to me. Ooh, SAT analogies in real life! I'm such a nerd.) She did mention that I might be able to go out anyway. The rugrats can watch each other. (That is, Courtney can lock the doors and such, and Ryan can make sure she does it.) Though, she also said something about us coming back here to watch movies, which is curious. She'd never let us stay here unsupervised. The rugrats don't count. I'm confused, but I'll work it out eventually. She also doesn't think I should wear a short skirt in the winter. Yes, mommie dearest, I'm aware that it'll still be cold. She had no qualms about my calf-length homecoming dress. I didn't mention that I had the Old Navy skirt, but I'm still going to wear it. It says, "I have confidence in my long, slightly scarred legs!" Whoo, confidence!
Today, we went to see Augie. You know, that relative of mine that lives in Bethesda, the one that gives me major Borders gift cards? Yeah. I dozed off on the way there. I got some really cute silver earrings (I usually don't wear the jewelry she gives me), lots of Bath and Body Works body spray (smells yummy), another gift card (there are no words), and cash for clothes. She'd been drinking, so she was a little... off. Mom hooked up her DVD/VCR (like mine), even though the VCR door was broken off. It worked, so she still wanted to use it. I would've sent it back to QVC.
So we came home, and I watched the "Making of" for
Bend It Like Beckham. Sims, am I right in thinking Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is something like the Brad Pitt of the UK? He's got nice eyes.
I'm leaving shortly. Greg invited me to watch a movie at his house this time, so I'm picking him up from work. He's not off until 7, but he says it's dead in the store, so I might as well go early.
Hope, when are you starting your blog again? I have you linked and everything in anticipation. :)
