"Easier for What? For People to Catch on Fire?"
My dad woke me up a little before 2 this afternoon talking to me about my car, which I hadn't seen in a month now. I stayed in bed till 3, even though I was awake. I got up not knowing whether I'd be going home today or not. When I got up, only Grandma was home.
Bee got home from school a little while later. Mom came in from work soon after that. It seems that I knitted on both the baby blanket and DNA scarf today, watched a very small amount of Dawson's Creek while working on the scarf, and played Zelda on GameCube for the first time in a few days. Zelda came between all of that somewhere. Bah.
I called Micheal when he was on his lunch break today. Coincidence? Only Joanne knows that (but not in her temporal form). Things went better than I could have hoped. Me happy.
I played dominoes with my Grandma today! She beat me once, I beat her once. Who's the better player, huh?
Bee and I drove Justin back to his house. I saw my car today for the first time since December 5th, when I met my mom halfway to trade for the Trail Blazer. Driving in the rain in the dark was not a good thing. My headlights, which my dad tried to talk to me about this afternoon when I was just trying to dream, are still too dark to see anything, like puddles of water on the road or pedestrians. I believe my CD player isn't making a racket anymore, but that could also be that I just couldn't hear it for all the rain banging my car and the wipers scraping back and forth.
We listened to Matt Nathanson on the way to Justin's and when that was over (on the way back), we listened to 'Sleeps with Butterflies' by Tori and 'Ballerina,' by Leona Naess and produced by Tori. Bee said she was obsessed with 'Ballerina.' We ended up playing the old version and the Tori-produced version. Bee is in love and that makes me happy.
I played my guitar more tonight. I'm making this a daily habbit now. Good for me.
Bee and I about killed ourselves laughing tonight.
"Brittany, you can't just fall off the couch like that!"
"Let's cut to chase, Grandma."
"Easier for what? For people to catch on fire?"
We took pics of each other wearing Bee's green scarf as we were coughing and looking horrible and laughing. Surprisingly, the ones of me look quite normal. I haven't left yet and I miss Bee already!
My dad doesn't understand why I'm on the computer. Haha. I haven't even been on that long and he already says I've been on too much.
Micheal is supposed to call me soon to talk.
Yesterday, I forgot to write about a couple of things that were important. As soon as I woke up, I had a voice message from Sizzlin'. She said it was important, so I called her back. It turns out she met a crazy bartender and invited him back to her place. He finally told her about his past and how he's a manic-depressive drug dealer and has some kind of shady history. Now she's afraid she'll be stalked, but she can't tell her parents or her boyfriend because he'd get mad. She wanted to tell me that if she ends up dead, that I was to tell her boyfriend that she loved him and only him. The moral of the story is: Don't invite someone home with you or give them your life story when you don't know them and they say things like, "I don't want to tell you about my past because I want you to judge me for who I am now first."
Also, my mom told me about how this stupid bitch that she works with thinks that the US shouldn't have given any money to help the tsunami victims in southeastern Asia because they didn't help us when we had hurricanes. Well, as idiotic as that statement was, you have to consider the fact that this evil, snotty, washed-up woman also said once that she didn't like Mother Teresa because "she's not really my kind of woman!"
I'm grateful for:
1. Laughing till my stomach hurts with Bee.
2. Pleasant family time.
3. Things going well with Micheal today.
Bee got home from school a little while later. Mom came in from work soon after that. It seems that I knitted on both the baby blanket and DNA scarf today, watched a very small amount of Dawson's Creek while working on the scarf, and played Zelda on GameCube for the first time in a few days. Zelda came between all of that somewhere. Bah.
I called Micheal when he was on his lunch break today. Coincidence? Only Joanne knows that (but not in her temporal form). Things went better than I could have hoped. Me happy.
I played dominoes with my Grandma today! She beat me once, I beat her once. Who's the better player, huh?
Bee and I drove Justin back to his house. I saw my car today for the first time since December 5th, when I met my mom halfway to trade for the Trail Blazer. Driving in the rain in the dark was not a good thing. My headlights, which my dad tried to talk to me about this afternoon when I was just trying to dream, are still too dark to see anything, like puddles of water on the road or pedestrians. I believe my CD player isn't making a racket anymore, but that could also be that I just couldn't hear it for all the rain banging my car and the wipers scraping back and forth.
We listened to Matt Nathanson on the way to Justin's and when that was over (on the way back), we listened to 'Sleeps with Butterflies' by Tori and 'Ballerina,' by Leona Naess and produced by Tori. Bee said she was obsessed with 'Ballerina.' We ended up playing the old version and the Tori-produced version. Bee is in love and that makes me happy.
I played my guitar more tonight. I'm making this a daily habbit now. Good for me.
Bee and I about killed ourselves laughing tonight.
"Brittany, you can't just fall off the couch like that!"
"Let's cut to chase, Grandma."
"Easier for what? For people to catch on fire?"
We took pics of each other wearing Bee's green scarf as we were coughing and looking horrible and laughing. Surprisingly, the ones of me look quite normal. I haven't left yet and I miss Bee already!
My dad doesn't understand why I'm on the computer. Haha. I haven't even been on that long and he already says I've been on too much.
Micheal is supposed to call me soon to talk.
Yesterday, I forgot to write about a couple of things that were important. As soon as I woke up, I had a voice message from Sizzlin'. She said it was important, so I called her back. It turns out she met a crazy bartender and invited him back to her place. He finally told her about his past and how he's a manic-depressive drug dealer and has some kind of shady history. Now she's afraid she'll be stalked, but she can't tell her parents or her boyfriend because he'd get mad. She wanted to tell me that if she ends up dead, that I was to tell her boyfriend that she loved him and only him. The moral of the story is: Don't invite someone home with you or give them your life story when you don't know them and they say things like, "I don't want to tell you about my past because I want you to judge me for who I am now first."
Also, my mom told me about how this stupid bitch that she works with thinks that the US shouldn't have given any money to help the tsunami victims in southeastern Asia because they didn't help us when we had hurricanes. Well, as idiotic as that statement was, you have to consider the fact that this evil, snotty, washed-up woman also said once that she didn't like Mother Teresa because "she's not really my kind of woman!"
I'm grateful for:
1. Laughing till my stomach hurts with Bee.
2. Pleasant family time.
3. Things going well with Micheal today.