I spent a large part of last night tweaking and redesigning pages that, for the most part, no one ever sees. Yep, I know how to waste time when I have some to spare.
I went shopping in Waldorf today. All by myself, for the first time. I got everything I set out to get, but only because I made a list. The things I accidentally left off the list (a new watch, a new shower sponge) are the ones I forgot. My oil light was freaking out on the way there, but my dad just refilled it, and it only beeped on the way there, so either my car has poltergeist (!), or it's just acting oddly. That's not surprising. I love it, but it has issues. I've been meaning to name my car, so I can stop calling it "the car." That reminds me of a quote from the Good Ship, back in my FictionAlley board days.
I'll be washing Ron this weekend. Rubbing sudsy water and hot wax all over him, any one care to help me? (Move over!) He's a smooth ride too, but I always use protection.You know, seatbelts!
For anyone who didn't catch it, that poster's car is named Ron. Come now, shippers are crazy, but not
that crazy.
I am proud of myself for (a) not hitting or nearly-hitting anything, (b) successfully parking three or four times, (c) finding my way to Target and Staples with little difficulty, and (d) not getting pulled over by that state trooper on the way home. I was only going about four miles over the speed limit, though. I think it's fifteen before they give you points on your license. (Since when is getting points a bad thing? Well, besides in golf?)
I also realized that I need to quit buying things for myself. I'll look for a new watch in Wal-Mart or the BX; I'll be out looking for birthday presents for my dad and Courtney anyway. In my house in winter, it's everybody's birthday. Then none until mine at the end of August.
I saw a Hummer on the way home. I think that's the first time I've seen one in real life. I was glancing in my right mirror (yay for being a safer driver! I thank Stephanie for inspiring that in me), and I saw this huge black car coming up fast. It got in front of me, completely blocking the stoplight. It was like I was behind a half-size black bus. I didn't even like driving the van. How do people handle those things?
My dad offered me a computer yesterday! I mean, it's for school next year, but still. This one annoys me so much. Is a functioning CD drive so much to ask for?
Greg sent me a very cute
Shrek 2 e-card. Thanks, babe. We're going to the Olive Garden for Valentine's Day and a belated anniversary celebration. It's the twelfth, our anniversary. On one hand, it's hard to believe we've been together this long (although technically, we didn't "go out" for the first two months). On the other hand, it's perfectly reasonable. We've been through hell and back, almost literally. The scars will always be there, but there's lots of love and laughter to cover them up. I owe so much to him. Thank you, Greg, for being there for me all this time and for being such a wonderful boyfriend.
You know, that last bit seems like it should be posted on Thursday. I doubt I'll remember to copy and paste it in then, though, so I'll just leave it there now.
Monday mornings are bad, but Sunday evenings are almost worse. I have to go to bed early, even though I'm not tired since I slept in this morning (to a degree). There's a whole week of school ahead, and the inevitable stress that comes with balancing all the aspects of my life. And I have to nag my parents about the FAFSA. I
know I told them in the fall that they'd have to have their taxes done really early for that form. And neither of them seems to have received their PIN emails....
But that is a rant for another day.
