My car sucks
Today my aunt called me and woke me up to remind me that I had an appt at 1:30 to take my car into the shop. Then she told me she was comming to Norman today because my cousin wanted to look at the campus, so since I didnt have a car she drove me there and we went eating and shopping and strolling. It was fun because I never really get to see them. My aunt reminds me of my dad so much (its his sister) they are so funny.
I went to my moms to look at all her new furnishings. She wanted my approval rating on her decorating skills. She got an 8. I didnt like one of the lamps. Then she took me shopping for halloween. She is going to be Dorothy and carry around our dog in a basket. Cause We have the same dog as Toto, except our dog likes to piss on everything.
Then they took me to Coaches to eat, drink beer and talk to me about all my problems and why I look so sad all the time. I told them why and I started crying. It sucked to cry in public at a bar, but in the end I felt a little better. We taped 7th heaven while I was gone and when we got home we all watched it and then made fun of it.
Now I am at home trying to do my bank statement. It is giving me a headache cause not only do I suck at math, I suck with numbers in general and I just cant get it all to add up. I am not kidding, this is what a block of my statements were right in a row:
Corkscrew Liquers......... 28.75
The Mont.................. 35.45
Old Johns Liquer store.... 6.79 (That was the bottle of Beringer!)
The Vista................. 10.14 (Not so bad, thank you Rachel!)
Hudsons................... 5.75 (Thank you Mariano for paying my tab that night cause I was to shitfaced to read it.)
I went to my moms to look at all her new furnishings. She wanted my approval rating on her decorating skills. She got an 8. I didnt like one of the lamps. Then she took me shopping for halloween. She is going to be Dorothy and carry around our dog in a basket. Cause We have the same dog as Toto, except our dog likes to piss on everything.
Then they took me to Coaches to eat, drink beer and talk to me about all my problems and why I look so sad all the time. I told them why and I started crying. It sucked to cry in public at a bar, but in the end I felt a little better. We taped 7th heaven while I was gone and when we got home we all watched it and then made fun of it.
Now I am at home trying to do my bank statement. It is giving me a headache cause not only do I suck at math, I suck with numbers in general and I just cant get it all to add up. I am not kidding, this is what a block of my statements were right in a row:
Corkscrew Liquers......... 28.75
The Mont.................. 35.45
Old Johns Liquer store.... 6.79 (That was the bottle of Beringer!)
The Vista................. 10.14 (Not so bad, thank you Rachel!)
Hudsons................... 5.75 (Thank you Mariano for paying my tab that night cause I was to shitfaced to read it.)