Insert Quippy Title my ass...
I'm moved into my new place after a great weekend, finally. Last night was the first night I slept over and what lovely thing do I wake up to at 10a? That's right, you guessed it... someone slamming their car head-first into a tree right outside my window. Yea. So of course I go into "help" mode, run outside with my phone while dialing 911, looking for whoever is in the car to get out, yell for help, what have you. So the person gets out, kinda dazed-looking (obviously), and so I go back in the house to wait for help to come. I proceed to call my mom at work to tell her what happened and how I think it's kinda funny. Yea, I know, I shouldn't laugh at people plowing into trees, but me, Ava, and Kerstin would always wait for people to crash into each other at the 4-way stop at Lipona and Belle Vue, so I just thought that was kinda ironic.
Anyways, I notice the dude starts walking away from the car. Down the sidewalk... goodbye. I'm like, HUH?! So my Mom thinks he probably stole it, but I thought maybe he was going to get help from someone he knew nearby. Either way, you don't hit a tree and leave dumbass. Long story short, a cop comes, no one is there, then a bunch of people show up to assess the damage, one of them being the driver, I think. See, he was wearing the same shirt but different pants and shoes. THAT was weird. So that's all. Not a great story but I suppose it had potential.
Back to moving in: My parents came this weekend, holler, and that was cool. They came Friday and we moved all the furniture in and simultaneously cleaned the hell-hole that was the downstairs. Meghan was moving things out at the same time so there wasn't much we could do but set up things here-and-there. That night we ate at Jim and Milt's by the way. That was a happy home-coming. Oh, and then had breakfast there the next day, JOY! Then me and my mom cleaned more, moved in more, shopped at Goodwill ($10 coffee table, yesssss), met up with their friends and ate at Steak N Shake. Yum. That was a good day. Sunday morning I ate breakfast out at their friends' house then my parents left to go home. They wanted to visit Cedar Key but it was rainy and crappy outside so they decided against it. I decided to move everything else out of Tuscany and into the Cove and painted the front of my dressers. Ava came over too and marveled at the size of my closet which really is enviable I have to say. I've been contemplating decorating ideas for the room though. Couldn't find any posters today but maybe I'll get some when I go home. I like it here though.
Today I went to the gym, grocery shopping, the mall, Best Buy (for wireless connection, that worked miraculously!), and Borders. Laguna is tonight back at the old apartment... gooood times.
So Bic's birthday is tomorrow and her party's on Wednesday. I'm so excited about making jello shots and decorating the house and making my first ever layer cake. Plus we're getting tiaras as per Bic's request. I hope people come to the party. Either way, Wednesday will be sweeeeet.
In addition, I'm not sure how I feel about myspace anymore. It's just so WEIRD. It's weirder than facebook b/c anyone can really find you. Like Cody found me on there and is now being all nice and witty and writing long messages to me. And he wants to hang out when I get back home, but what are we going to do? I really hope he doesn't think I'm going to do... anything with him. So then what, are we gonna go eat dinner or see a movie or what?! Seriously, we've only ever hung out alone maybe once and it was at his house with people downstairs. But hey, maybe if he comes up with something fun I'll go. AND, I got a friend request from someone named "matt" the other day and was like, "It can't be Matt Stringfellow, the first guy I ever really 'dated'?" So I confirmed the request and sure enough, today I get a message from him with a picture and all. I saw it above the message Cody sent that I still hadn't responded to and couldn't handle it. I shut off my computer monitor and walked away. Seriously. I needed a second to recover, as I feel as though I'm being bombarded by "exes" who I would really not mind having nothing to do with. It's just strange and uncomfortable, I don't know how else to explain it. I feel like I'm the only one who has these weird relationships with people and I'm not sure how to handle them. Plus, technology pisses me off, as many of you know. So the constant messaging, while fun, is a little on the annoying side.
Good news: my hair's dark again since my mom dyed it Friday night. I guess there's always a silver lining, ha. I'm talked out.
Anyways, I notice the dude starts walking away from the car. Down the sidewalk... goodbye. I'm like, HUH?! So my Mom thinks he probably stole it, but I thought maybe he was going to get help from someone he knew nearby. Either way, you don't hit a tree and leave dumbass. Long story short, a cop comes, no one is there, then a bunch of people show up to assess the damage, one of them being the driver, I think. See, he was wearing the same shirt but different pants and shoes. THAT was weird. So that's all. Not a great story but I suppose it had potential.
Back to moving in: My parents came this weekend, holler, and that was cool. They came Friday and we moved all the furniture in and simultaneously cleaned the hell-hole that was the downstairs. Meghan was moving things out at the same time so there wasn't much we could do but set up things here-and-there. That night we ate at Jim and Milt's by the way. That was a happy home-coming. Oh, and then had breakfast there the next day, JOY! Then me and my mom cleaned more, moved in more, shopped at Goodwill ($10 coffee table, yesssss), met up with their friends and ate at Steak N Shake. Yum. That was a good day. Sunday morning I ate breakfast out at their friends' house then my parents left to go home. They wanted to visit Cedar Key but it was rainy and crappy outside so they decided against it. I decided to move everything else out of Tuscany and into the Cove and painted the front of my dressers. Ava came over too and marveled at the size of my closet which really is enviable I have to say. I've been contemplating decorating ideas for the room though. Couldn't find any posters today but maybe I'll get some when I go home. I like it here though.
Today I went to the gym, grocery shopping, the mall, Best Buy (for wireless connection, that worked miraculously!), and Borders. Laguna is tonight back at the old apartment... gooood times.
So Bic's birthday is tomorrow and her party's on Wednesday. I'm so excited about making jello shots and decorating the house and making my first ever layer cake. Plus we're getting tiaras as per Bic's request. I hope people come to the party. Either way, Wednesday will be sweeeeet.
In addition, I'm not sure how I feel about myspace anymore. It's just so WEIRD. It's weirder than facebook b/c anyone can really find you. Like Cody found me on there and is now being all nice and witty and writing long messages to me. And he wants to hang out when I get back home, but what are we going to do? I really hope he doesn't think I'm going to do... anything with him. So then what, are we gonna go eat dinner or see a movie or what?! Seriously, we've only ever hung out alone maybe once and it was at his house with people downstairs. But hey, maybe if he comes up with something fun I'll go. AND, I got a friend request from someone named "matt" the other day and was like, "It can't be Matt Stringfellow, the first guy I ever really 'dated'?" So I confirmed the request and sure enough, today I get a message from him with a picture and all. I saw it above the message Cody sent that I still hadn't responded to and couldn't handle it. I shut off my computer monitor and walked away. Seriously. I needed a second to recover, as I feel as though I'm being bombarded by "exes" who I would really not mind having nothing to do with. It's just strange and uncomfortable, I don't know how else to explain it. I feel like I'm the only one who has these weird relationships with people and I'm not sure how to handle them. Plus, technology pisses me off, as many of you know. So the constant messaging, while fun, is a little on the annoying side.
Good news: my hair's dark again since my mom dyed it Friday night. I guess there's always a silver lining, ha. I'm talked out.