.: Can I dress you up in my love? :.
I love shopping with Miguel. That is so silly, I know. Last night we went to Target and bought random things he needs for his house. Before we left I made him go through each room and look at it and think about what he needed. We ended up buying more unneeded things than necessary items, but hey, that's what shopping is all about. After Target we headed to HEB because he said he needed groceries and beer, but all the groceries he was buying were pretty much for me. He kept asking what I wanted for dinner this week, and what stuff I wanted for breakfast since I stay over there something like 4 nights a week (if not more) and it was so cute. He's making his house so Candace friendly.
I don't know why I get so frustrated with him; he's doing everything right. I need to just start enjoying it and quit looking for little bad signs. In with the good, out with the bad.
We were watching TV and came across the top 10 MTV's Unplugged performances, and number 1 was Good Charlotte. My immediate reaction was "They got number 1? I hate Good Charlotte.", and Miguel's reply was "They are a bunch of little freaks." But then while we were watching it, I saw the reactions of some of the people in the crowd. There was one girl crying and singing along with the music, others had their eyes closed tight and were feeling the lyrics and the music, and that's when it hit me. I think they are less than good, but their music, no matter how un-moving I find it, touches people. I bet people hate some of the music I listen to as well, but I would easily stand up and argue for any of my favorite bands. I guess I just realized how close-minded I can be, and I don't want to be that person. So to all of you Good Charlotte fans, I apologize.
I've recently come to notice how much I don't answer my cell phone. Miguel pointed it out to me. It will ring, I'll look at the caller ID, and say "nope" and put it back in my purse. The only people I regularly answer for are Justin, Meggy, Alisha, my parents, my sister, and Miguel. Everyone else I either know what they want and figure I will call them back, or I just don't feel like having a conversation with them. Simple as that. That's pretty bitchy but hey, what can I say, that's how it goes.
I need to go grocery shopping, because there is a lack of food at my apartment, but with all of the stuff Miguel bought for his house, I don't see any point in it really.
I woke up so late this morning. Miguel left around 5:30ish for work, and I told myself I would wake up at 6:45, then when I woke up and saw that the clock said 7:00, I gave myself 5 more minutes to lay in bed before I got up. The next thing I knew I looked at the clock and it was 7:30. I jumped out of bed, made the bed, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and was out of the house by 7:37. I was making hella good time. I still didn't make it to work until 8:30 though, traffic was narsty.
I am turning 21 in 20 something days. Last night when Miguel and I were buying beer the guy asked for both of our IDs. I honestly didn't have mine with me, I didn't even have my purse, and Miguel is so good at working cashiers too, he's almost as good as me. Luckily, it was a male checker's line. Miguel turned to me and was like "babe, do you have your ID?" I said no, that I didn't think I was going to need it since he was the one buying it. The checker just asked for my date of birth, I confidently said "2-9-82" (it's actually 2-9-83, heh) and he entered it in for the beer and all was good. That's dumb though; I wasn’t handing Miguel money, I obviously wasn't buying it, so why be an ass and ask for my ID too? Sheesh, silly people and their alcohol laws.
I think there should be some grace period for turning 21. If you are less than 30 days away from it, you should be allowed to go in to places. I mean really, are these next 27 or so days really going to make a big difference in my maturity level? Hell no they won't. All it's going to do is piss me off even more than I still can't drink and cause me to drink more when the day comes.
Also, I was thinking about all the monumental birthdays I have had in my life:
13: I got to do the "teenager" thing
16: I got to drive, which was a good day for me, but a sad day for the rest of the driving world.
18: Legal adulthood. I could buy lottery tickets and cigarettes, that is, if I ever chose to take up smoking. I could also vote, which I guess was cool too.
21: I will be finally legally doing everything I have been doing since I was 15.
So what comes next? What is the next milestone birthday? The age when I can retire? Actually I don't really care; an anticlimactic life will be fine with me. I would rather have surprises, not scheduled milestones. Yeah.
That's a wrap folks.
I don't know why I get so frustrated with him; he's doing everything right. I need to just start enjoying it and quit looking for little bad signs. In with the good, out with the bad.
We were watching TV and came across the top 10 MTV's Unplugged performances, and number 1 was Good Charlotte. My immediate reaction was "They got number 1? I hate Good Charlotte.", and Miguel's reply was "They are a bunch of little freaks." But then while we were watching it, I saw the reactions of some of the people in the crowd. There was one girl crying and singing along with the music, others had their eyes closed tight and were feeling the lyrics and the music, and that's when it hit me. I think they are less than good, but their music, no matter how un-moving I find it, touches people. I bet people hate some of the music I listen to as well, but I would easily stand up and argue for any of my favorite bands. I guess I just realized how close-minded I can be, and I don't want to be that person. So to all of you Good Charlotte fans, I apologize.
I've recently come to notice how much I don't answer my cell phone. Miguel pointed it out to me. It will ring, I'll look at the caller ID, and say "nope" and put it back in my purse. The only people I regularly answer for are Justin, Meggy, Alisha, my parents, my sister, and Miguel. Everyone else I either know what they want and figure I will call them back, or I just don't feel like having a conversation with them. Simple as that. That's pretty bitchy but hey, what can I say, that's how it goes.
I need to go grocery shopping, because there is a lack of food at my apartment, but with all of the stuff Miguel bought for his house, I don't see any point in it really.
I woke up so late this morning. Miguel left around 5:30ish for work, and I told myself I would wake up at 6:45, then when I woke up and saw that the clock said 7:00, I gave myself 5 more minutes to lay in bed before I got up. The next thing I knew I looked at the clock and it was 7:30. I jumped out of bed, made the bed, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and was out of the house by 7:37. I was making hella good time. I still didn't make it to work until 8:30 though, traffic was narsty.
I am turning 21 in 20 something days. Last night when Miguel and I were buying beer the guy asked for both of our IDs. I honestly didn't have mine with me, I didn't even have my purse, and Miguel is so good at working cashiers too, he's almost as good as me. Luckily, it was a male checker's line. Miguel turned to me and was like "babe, do you have your ID?" I said no, that I didn't think I was going to need it since he was the one buying it. The checker just asked for my date of birth, I confidently said "2-9-82" (it's actually 2-9-83, heh) and he entered it in for the beer and all was good. That's dumb though; I wasn’t handing Miguel money, I obviously wasn't buying it, so why be an ass and ask for my ID too? Sheesh, silly people and their alcohol laws.
I think there should be some grace period for turning 21. If you are less than 30 days away from it, you should be allowed to go in to places. I mean really, are these next 27 or so days really going to make a big difference in my maturity level? Hell no they won't. All it's going to do is piss me off even more than I still can't drink and cause me to drink more when the day comes.
Also, I was thinking about all the monumental birthdays I have had in my life:
13: I got to do the "teenager" thing
16: I got to drive, which was a good day for me, but a sad day for the rest of the driving world.
18: Legal adulthood. I could buy lottery tickets and cigarettes, that is, if I ever chose to take up smoking. I could also vote, which I guess was cool too.
21: I will be finally legally doing everything I have been doing since I was 15.
So what comes next? What is the next milestone birthday? The age when I can retire? Actually I don't really care; an anticlimactic life will be fine with me. I would rather have surprises, not scheduled milestones. Yeah.
That's a wrap folks.