Guess where I am again!
I almost came here to bitchmoan x20.
But now I may just whine a little.
(:
Robert and I (and his mom =\)are going to the Best Picture Showcase at my job, but we didn't know when it was because the tickets didn't go on sale until today. The Oscars are Feb 22nd, and we figured it'd be the week before that. Only that would be Valentine's Day. And I would be completely, 100% pissed the fuck off if I had to spend all of Valentine's Day at my job with my boyfriend's mother. Now, don't get me wrong, I like her a lot. But Valentine's Day?
But I just checked, and it's going to be the 21st. Yaaay! Only that poses problems for both Robert and myself.
My mom's birthday is the 20th. We're supposed to be going up to Oklahoma to celebrate by blowing what little money the three of us have at casinos. I don't know when we're going, or for how long, but I'm pretty sure we were going Saturday. Maybe for the weekend. Whoops. Of course, I'd do the casino thing with my family instead of the BPS, but I really want to go to the BPS too. And Robert promised Kippy he'd hang out with him the weekend after Valentine's Day. But Robert never misses the showcase. Soooo we're both in a pickle.
I need to ask my mom if she'd be okay with this road trip deal, because I really want to do it.
*sigh* I need to go get Jug looked at.
For about a month now, every time I start my car he, I dunno how to describe it. To me, its like he's not getting out of or having trouble getting out of first gear, because Mom's old car would make the same noises and jump/pull like that when her gears got stuck. Only Jug is an automatic. Robert is afraid that my transmission is just going to drop out one day. For about five minutes after I start up, I'll start driving, and he'll just kinda stop moving. You can hear the engine struggling/picking up/whirring faster/whatever and then he jumps forward and keeps moving. Its a really forceful jump and it worries me every time. I'm so tired of things going wrong with Jug as soon as we fix something else. We don't have the money for this.
Speaking of money, I have to apply for more scholarships. And figure out if I'm transferring or not for next year.
My mom wants me to put videos of Zeus being crazy online. All because I showed her the videos of Oscar the Boxer on youtube. He's so freaking awesome, I want him. Also, I want a thousand puppies. I want a puppppppyyyyyy, they're so adorable and tiny and D'AWWWWWWWWW! Okay, I'm done.
I got an account at the failblog/ihasahotdog/icanhascheezburger chain of websites. And made a few macros. Neat.
What in the name of balls is she going on about?
I guess I should go pay attention.
But now I may just whine a little.
(:
Robert and I (and his mom =\)are going to the Best Picture Showcase at my job, but we didn't know when it was because the tickets didn't go on sale until today. The Oscars are Feb 22nd, and we figured it'd be the week before that. Only that would be Valentine's Day. And I would be completely, 100% pissed the fuck off if I had to spend all of Valentine's Day at my job with my boyfriend's mother. Now, don't get me wrong, I like her a lot. But Valentine's Day?
But I just checked, and it's going to be the 21st. Yaaay! Only that poses problems for both Robert and myself.
My mom's birthday is the 20th. We're supposed to be going up to Oklahoma to celebrate by blowing what little money the three of us have at casinos. I don't know when we're going, or for how long, but I'm pretty sure we were going Saturday. Maybe for the weekend. Whoops. Of course, I'd do the casino thing with my family instead of the BPS, but I really want to go to the BPS too. And Robert promised Kippy he'd hang out with him the weekend after Valentine's Day. But Robert never misses the showcase. Soooo we're both in a pickle.
I need to ask my mom if she'd be okay with this road trip deal, because I really want to do it.
*sigh* I need to go get Jug looked at.
For about a month now, every time I start my car he, I dunno how to describe it. To me, its like he's not getting out of or having trouble getting out of first gear, because Mom's old car would make the same noises and jump/pull like that when her gears got stuck. Only Jug is an automatic. Robert is afraid that my transmission is just going to drop out one day. For about five minutes after I start up, I'll start driving, and he'll just kinda stop moving. You can hear the engine struggling/picking up/whirring faster/whatever and then he jumps forward and keeps moving. Its a really forceful jump and it worries me every time. I'm so tired of things going wrong with Jug as soon as we fix something else. We don't have the money for this.
Speaking of money, I have to apply for more scholarships. And figure out if I'm transferring or not for next year.
My mom wants me to put videos of Zeus being crazy online. All because I showed her the videos of Oscar the Boxer on youtube. He's so freaking awesome, I want him. Also, I want a thousand puppies. I want a puppppppyyyyyy, they're so adorable and tiny and D'AWWWWWWWWW! Okay, I'm done.
I got an account at the failblog/ihasahotdog/icanhascheezburger chain of websites. And made a few macros. Neat.
What in the name of balls is she going on about?
I guess I should go pay attention.