She's cool and she's free like television
Today I went to Gainesville all by myself. Tiffany was working and then going to band practice and Jonathan was working too, so my options for companions were pretty much exhausted. It was nice though, I definitely don't have a problem doing things alone. First I went to the bank because I needed to deposit all my money from my old back into the new one. I drove around forever looking for a stupid Wachovia, after I finally found one after like half an hour I saw tons more the rest of the day, just taunting me. Then I went to the mall where I spent way too much money. Usually when people don't have money to spend they find lots of stuff they want and when they are broke they find stuff they want to buy, but with me it's the opposite. I've saved up kind of a lot of money this summer and I really could have blown it all today. I managed to buy three shirts, a pair of jeans, a skirt, some shoes, a necklace, a CD, and a birthday present for Jonathan. Whew. I don't think I can go to the mall without buying at least one CD. It's an unhealthy addiction. But it's ok because I've wanted Sunny Day Real Estate's The Rising Tide for a long time and this is the only store I've ever seen it at, right? Right. I went to the Alachua County Library afterwards to get a library card and check out some books. They didn't have the ones I wanted, but I got 2 others I think I'll like. Know what I really hate? Driving. I used to not mind it at all, I'd volunteer to drive all the time, but now I'm just plain sick of it. I hate driving in town because there are always slow people, or people that cut you off, or won't let you over, and all sorts of stuff. I hate driving on the interstate because it's not just other cars, but it's semis and trucks hauling motorcycles and logs and flatbeds stacked with swimming pools. It really scares me. I like Denver at the age she is now. She's beginning to be really really funny. My dad is having some procedure done tomorrow that requires him to be, uh, flushed out, so he's having to drink a gallon of this junk tonight. Denver won't go near him because she knows what the result is going to be and she keeps saying things like "My daddy is going to do a big poo poo in my house. I do not want to smell his poo poo." Ha. Nap time.