I just feel like talking

[spitchen1]

I'm sitting at the computer working on my third bottle of water (yes I know, this journal will have spontaneous blips). I feel like such a deunce! I was parking in the dirt lots last night right before my psychology class, and I was too focused on not hitting the car to my left that I completely underestemated the length of the nose of my new car and gave the minivan next to me a nice little "massage". I'm possibly the worst driver on the planet, there I admit it. I'm sorry, I apologise to anyone who's ever had to feel any type of effect from my stupidity. Either way, I found this really wonderful coat in Burlingtons yesterday with Ana, it's orange tweed with a brown (think my hair color, but less red), collar. It sound's like a pimp coat I know, but it looked so kick ass on me that it WORKED! OH and this pretty white colored one! I want a million coats right now! And unders! I shrank and now most of them are too big for me. And I'm getting contacts today! Yay, I'll be de-glassified for a while! And now I'm just blathering. But one thing that I do love about me is that no matter what I do, even after just waking up, brushing the crap out of my eyes, my hair never looks bad. Seriously, I rolled over with the perfect hair-do this morning! Rock on.

Love,
Janine